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you want. Or even Faith.”

      “God, no. My middle name’s as bad as my first. Chastity Faith. I mean, seriously, who does that to a kid?”

      “Faith is my middle name.”

      “And you don’t use it, either. Can I get a dog? Mom always said no, but pets are important for teaching responsibility.”

      Rachel laughed. The kid was playing all the cards. “We’ll discuss it when we figure out where we’ll live.”

      “Moving might be okay. I’ll think about it.”

      Chastity didn’t have a choice, but Rachel didn’t push the point as she turned into Hope’s neighborhood.

      Chastity stroked the dashboard. “Can I drive the rest of the way home?”

      Rachel did a double take. “You’re thirteen.”

      “Jess Weaver drives her mom’s car sometimes.”

      “You’re not Jess Weaver.” Rachel wanted to slap a hand over her mouth. How many times had her parents or Hope given her that patronizing kind of answer? She’d always sworn she’d never say that to a kid of her own. But she hadn’t planned to have any children—any more children, that is.

      Logic might work better than argument. “Driving at your age is illegal. If you get caught, you can’t get your license when you turn sixteen.”

      “That would suck.”

      “We’ll find some go-carts somewhere.”

      “Go-carts are for babies.”

      This wasn’t getting them anywhere. “So...Matt Johnston is the detention officer? I didn’t know he’d moved back to Johnstonville.”

      She wasn’t shamelessly milking information out of a kid. Okay, she was, but curiosity was killing her, and she needed to change the subject.

      “He’s the athletic director and the varsity football coach, too. His team’s state champion. Sometimes he substitute teaches or does detention when there’s no ball practice.”

      Matt had dreamed of playing professional football after college. What had happened to his plans? Rachel had always expected to see his handsome face on a cereal box or something. He’d been a gifted athlete, smart and driven. Not smart enough to avoid her, but still...the last place she’d expected to find him living was Johnstonville. He’d known exactly what he’d wanted out of life and had a plan to achieve his goals. She’d envied that.

      She tamped down the thought. “You had him as a substitute?”

      “Yeah. In English. I hate English.” Chastity directed her response to the nonjudgmental window.

      As Rachel drove through the streets dappled by the sun peeking through an oak canopy, her thoughts circled back to those brief weeks with him fourteen years ago. Matt had been perfect in a way she could never be—like Hope. And Rachel had deliberately set out to lead Johnstonville’s golden boy astray. She’d tempted and teased him into taking a walk on the wild side, all in a bid to tarnish his halo. But she hadn’t expected him to be understanding, supportive and encouraging. She definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with him. Needing him. Wanting forever with him. Or conceiving his child. She’d never cared for anyone with that intensity before or since. She hadn’t let herself.

      “He was dating mom.”

      Chastity’s words hit Rachel’s solar plexus like a fist. Her foot went slack on the gas pedal. She struggled to regain her breath and balance. “Really?”

      “They were gonna get married.”

      Another hit. Bile burned her throat. She debated pulling off the road and hitting the ditch to empty her stomach. She reminded herself Matt wasn’t hers. She’d dumped him and walked away. But the image of him making love to her sister was more than her over-traveled nerves could handle. A sour taste filled her mouth. “Your mom was older than Matt.”

      “Only by a few years.”

      “She, um, never mentioned being...engaged.”

      “They hadn’t announced it, but I heard them talking a couple times after they thought I was asleep.” Chastity fussed with the cheap beads on her wrist. “Coach would have been a pretty cool dad.”

      Yes. He would have. Rachel couldn’t get a sound out.

      “He’s a babe—for an old guy. And probably good in bed since he was a jock and all. They get a lot of practice. Girls always throw themselves at jocks.”

      But some jocks tried to save themselves for marriage.

      Rachel battled to conceal the chaotic tangle of shock, guilt and denial thundering through her. As nonchalantly as she could, she looked at her niece/daughter and caught the calculating gleam in Chastity’s dark eyes and realized the kid was trying to shock her. Since Rachel couldn’t think of anything to say, she kept her mouth shut. But she wanted to scream.

      Hope had taken her daughter. Did she have to take the only man Rachel had ever loved, too? Not that Matt had ever really been Rachel’s. He’d have eventually realized Rachel was unlovable and dumped her. But for a short time she’d found someone who’d believed in her. Accepted her.

      Chastity buffed her nails against her jeans. “I don’t think he and Mom were doing it, though. He never spent the night. Anyway, Mom wasn’t the type to get all hot and bothered, you know? She was like a prissy control freak.”

      An apt description. Rachel exhaled the breath she’d been holding. She was not relieved. Really, she wasn’t. “Their private relationship was none of your business, Chastity. Or mine. And stop trying to shock me by talking trash.”

      “Aw, come on, don’t you ever look at a guy and wonder what he looks like naked or what he’d be like in bed?”

      Only Matt. Her other relationships had been more...cerebral. “Matt’s old enough to be your father.”

      “Eeew, I don’t want to sleep with him.”

      “You’re too young to sleep with anybody.”

      Chastity fluffed her hair. “Oh, please. Do you think girls my age aren’t doing it?”

      “I know they are. But are you ready to be a mother?”

      “No freaking way.” Utter revulsion coated the words. “But there are condoms and birth control pills. I have friends using them.”

      “No birth control is fail proof. Trust me. When I volunteer at the clinic I see more pregnant thirteen-year-olds than you’d believe. Let’s not forget the sexually transmitted diseases. Keep your panties on and don’t be in such a rush to grow up. And don’t turn sex into something as cheap and easy as picking up a pack of gum at the corner store. Making love should be...special. Meaningful.”

      With Matt it had been both, despite her initial intentions.

      “Yeah, yeah.” Chastity poked a wad of gum through her red lips. “You’re more like Mom than I thought.”

      Rachel’s heart pounded, and her hands were sweat-slick on the steering wheel. She’d had dreamy visions of the mother-daughter chats she would have shared with Chastity if she hadn’t given her up. How she would have handled difficult conversations like this one so much better than her own mother had. But Rachel hadn’t expected that day to be today. She wasn’t ready. And she wasn’t nearly as eloquent as she thought she’d be. In fact, she had no clue what to say that wouldn’t sound like her mother’s preaching. Or Hope’s.

      “Chastity, a lot of people claim to know all the facts about sex and end up in trouble anyway because there’s so much misinformation out there. You can ask me anything. Anything at all. Anytime. Okay?”

      Chastity rolled her eyes. “Right.”

      Disappointed by the lackluster response, Rachel steered the Mustang

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