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angry insults that rose to her throat were swallowed, but not before Spence saw them reflected in her eyes.

      “No,” was all she said as she turned.

      “Miss—” Spence began, then Freddie whirled down the aisle, carrying a big, floppy Raggedy Ann.

      “Daddy, isn’t she nice?” Eyes shining, she held out the doll for his approval.

      It was redheaded, Spence thought. But it was anything but beautiful. Nor, to his relief, was it a symbol of Angela. Because he knew Freddie expected it, he took his time examining her choice. “This is,” he said after a moment, “the very best doll I’ve seen today.”

      “Really?”

      He crouched until he was eye to eye with his daughter. “Absolutely. You have excellent taste, funny face.”

      Freddie reached out, crushing the doll between them as she hugged her father. “I can have her?”

      “I thought she was for me.” As Freddie giggled, he picked up the pair of them.

      “I’ll be happy to wrap her for you.” Natasha’s tone was warmer, she knew. He might be a jerk, but he loved his daughter.

      “I can carry her.” Freddie squeezed her new friend close.

      “All right. Then I’ll just give you a ribbon for her hair. Would you like that?”

      “A blue one.”

      “A blue one it is.” Natasha led the way to the cash register.

      Nina took one look at the doll and rolled her eyes. “Darling, is that the best you could do?”

      “Daddy likes her,” Freddie murmured, ducking her head.

      “Yes, I do. Very much,” he added with a telling look for Nina. Setting Freddie on her feet again, he fished out his wallet.

      The mother was certainly no prize, Natasha decided. Though that didn’t give the man a right to come on to a clerk in a toy store. She made change and handed over the receipt, then took out a length of blue ribbon.

      “Thank you,” she said to Freddie. “I think she’s going to like her new home with you very much.”

      “I’ll take good care of her,” Freddie promised, while she struggled to tie the ribbon through the yarn mop of hair. “Can people come in to look at the toys, or do they have to buy one?”

      Natasha smiled, then taking another ribbon, tied a quick, sassy bow in the child’s hair. “You can come in and look anytime you like.”

      “Spence, we really must be going.” Nina stood holding the door open.

      “Right.” He hesitated. It was a small town, he reminded himself. And if Freddie could come in and look, so could he. “It was nice meeting you, Miss Stanislaski.”

      “Goodbye.” She waited until the door jingled and closed, then let out a muttered stream of curses.

      Annie peeked around a tower of building blocks. “Excuse me?”

      “That man.”

      “Yes.” With a little sigh, Annie waltzed down the aisle. “That man.”

      “He brings his wife and child into a place like this, then looks at me as if he wants to nibble on my toes.”

      “Tash.” Her expression pained, Annie pressed a hand to her heart. “Please don’t excite me.”

      “I find it insulting.” She skirted around the checkout counter and swung a fist at a punching bag. “He asked me to dinner.”

      “He what?” Delight showed in Annie’s eyes, before a look from Natasha dampened it. “You’re right. It is insulting, seeing as he’s a married man—even though his wife seemed like a cold fish.”

      “His marital problems are no concern of mine.”

      “No….” Practicality warred with fantasy. “I guess you turned him down.”

      A choked sound caught in Natasha’s throat as she turned. “Of course I turned him down.”

      “I mean, of course,” Annie put in quickly.

      “The man has a nerve,” Natasha said; her fingers itched to hit something. “Coming into my place of business and propositioning me.”

      “He didn’t!” Scandalized and thrilled, Annie grabbed Natasha’s arm. “Tash, he didn’t really proposition you? Right here?”

      “With his eyes he did. The message was clear.” It infuriated her how often men looked at her and only saw the physical. Only wanted to see the physical, she thought in disgust. She had tolerated suggestions, propositions and proposals since before she had fully understood what they meant. But she understood now and tolerated nothing.

      “If he hadn’t had that sweet little girl with him, I would have slapped his face.” Because the image pleased her so much, she let loose on the hapless punching bag again.

      Annie had seen her employer’s temper fly often enough to know how to cool it. “She was sweet, wasn’t she? Her name’s Freddie. Isn’t that cute?”

      Natasha took a long, steadying breath even as she rubbed her fisted hand in her other palm. “Yes.”

      “She told me they had just moved to Shepherdstown from New York. The doll was going to be her first new friend.”

      “Poor little thing.” Natasha knew too well the fears and anxieties of being a child in a strange place. Forget the father, she told herself with a toss of her head. “She looks to be about the same age as JoBeth Riley.” Annoyance forgotten, Natasha went behind the counter again and picked up the phone. It wouldn’t hurt to give Mrs. Riley a call.

      Spence stood at the music-room window and stared out at a bed of summer flowers. Having flowers outside the window and a bumpy slope of lawn that would need tending was a new experience. He’d never cut grass in his life. Smiling to himself, he wondered how soon he could try his hand at it.

      There was a big, spreading maple, its leaves a dark, dark green. In a few weeks, he imagined they would grow red and vibrant before they tumbled from the branches. He had enjoyed the view from his condo on Central Park West, watching the seasons come and go with the changing trees. But not like this, he realized.

      Here the grass, the trees, the flowers he saw belonged to him. They were for him to enjoy and to care for. Here he could let Freddie take out her dolls for an afternoon tea party and not have to worry every second she was out of his sight. They would make a good life here, a solid life for both of them. He’d felt it when he’d flown down to discuss his position with the dean—and again when he’d walked through this big, rambling house with the anxious real-estate agent dogging his heels.

      She hadn’t had to sell it, Spence thought. He’d been sold the moment he’d walked in the front door.

      As he watched, a hummingbird swooped to hover at the cup of a bright red petunia. In that instant he was more convinced than ever that his decision to leave the city had been the right one.

      Having a brief fling with rural living. Nina’s words rolled through his mind as he watched the sun flash on the bird’s iridescent wings. It was difficult to blame her for saying it, for believing it when he had always chosen to live in the middle of things. He couldn’t deny he had enjoyed those glittery parties that had lasted until dawn, or the elegant midnight suppers after a symphony or ballet.

      He had been born into a world of glamour and wealth and prestige. He had lived all of his life in a place where only the best was acceptable. And he had relished it, Spence admitted. Summering in Monte Carlo, wintering in Nice or Cannes. Weekends in Aruba or Cancun.

      He wouldn’t wish those experiences away, but he could wish, and did, that he had accepted the responsibilities of his life sooner.

      He

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