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felt her face grow hotter. “Margo Evans,” she clarified.

      “Robert Brookman,” he said before shaking first her hand, then Nora’s.

      Realizing she hadn’t introduced her friend, Margo added quickly, “And this is my friend, Nora Clark.”

      Robert asked Nora a few questions and seemed keenly interested. Margo sank back into the cushions of the sofa and prayed desperately for Sandy or Edward to call her with an emergency from the kitchen. She’d known Robert wasn’t looking at her. He liked her soups. Not her.

      When Robert found out Nora was a physiotherapist, he told her about a buddy with a sore knee. Nora gave him the name of a colleague who ought to be able to help, then scribbled a number on the back of one of her business cards.

      “Thanks a lot.” Robert pocketed the card. “Well, I should be going. Sorry to interrupt, but it was good to meet you, Nora. You, too, Margo.”

      He left without giving either of them a backward glance.

      ROBERT HIT THE SIDEWALK and kept on walking. He didn’t care where he went, he just needed to move. That had been close. Damn close. He’d gone to that table intending to ask Margo out, but one look at those pictures had changed his mind.

      What if those were her kids?

      He couldn’t get involved with another single mom. Hell, what if she was married? He hadn’t even thought of that. They ought to make the wearing of wedding bands a legal requirement. It sure would make the life of a single man a heck of a lot easier.

      After a while, when he’d blown off the worst of the adrenaline rush, Robert slowed his pace. He noticed a boutique cycle shop ahead and went to gaze in the window.

      A sweet little two-wheeler, a BMX just like Andrew wanted, was in the display window. Maybe he could buy it for his birthday. Belinda had said no contact—but he could have it delivered….

      Imagining the delight Andrew would feel getting that bike, Robert was sorely tempted.

      But no. He might not be breaking the letter of Belinda’s request, but he would definitely be breaking the spirit.

      Reluctantly Robert turned away from the window. He checked out the street signs at the next intersection, got his bearings, then headed toward home. He walked slowly, in no rush to get there.

      Oddly enough, he found himself thinking of Margo again. Damn, why hadn’t he just asked her? Are you married? Are these your kids? He’d been caught so off balance, all he’d managed to do was chat up the physiotherapist. And he wasn’t even interested in her.

      Well, he’d be better off forgetting about both of them, he decided. He’d really blown things tonight.

      AFTER ROBERT LEFT the bistro, Margo turned a blank face to Nora. “Was it something I said?”

      Nora laughed. “Actually, I think it was something he saw.” She tapped the photographs. “He definitely got cold feet after he picked up these.”

      “I don’t know how cold his feet were. He left with your phone number.”

      “That was just business. I get that reaction all the time when people find out what I do for a living.”

      Margo wasn’t so sure.

      “Trust me,” Nora added. “He was planning to talk to you until he saw those pictures. Maybe he’s worried you’re married.”

      Maybe. Margo looked at her ringless hands. Somehow she didn’t think that was it. “Oh, well. He looked kind of dull, don’t you think?”

      “Not really.”

      “You should have seen him in his suit.” In his dark blue pinstripe, Robert Brookman had appeared to be of the same ilk as her ex—a business-obsessed workaholic who scheduled evenings out with his wife with less frequency than his semi-annual dental checkups.

      “I bet he looked really hot in his suit, too.”

      Margo wouldn’t admit that Nora was right. “It’s probably just as well. My life is too hectic for romance, anyway. If he calls you, make sure you say yes.”

      “I keep telling you—it’s not me he’s interested in. But even if he was…I’m not sure I’m ready to start dating yet.”

      Nora’s expression grew sad and Margo knew she was thinking about Kevin.

      Nora didn’t talk about him much. All Margo knew was that he’d been a cop, killed in a car accident before Danny’s birth. It was a loss from which Nora didn’t seem fully recovered. But Margo hoped that she would move on soon.

      Kids were terrific. A job you loved was great, too. But there were times when Margo longed for more and she knew Nora did, too. With a sigh, she picked up her fork and took another taste of cake.

      After a moment’s silence, Nora said, “Weren’t you going to tell me something about your ex?”

      Good lord. How could she have forgotten? “I need more coffee before I get into that story. Hang on a minute.”

      Margo hurried to the other room and slipped behind the counter. No customers were waiting in line at the moment so she had free access to the espresso machine. Sandy was clearing tables, while Edward made a show of rearranging the goodies in the display case.

      A few minutes later Margo returned to the annex room with a fresh chai latte for Nora and a top-up to her mocha.

      “So…?” Nora prodded.

      “You’ll never believe this.” Margo settled back into the couch, then took a deep breath. “Tom’s getting married again.”

      Nora looked shocked. “But didn’t you say his affair with the bimbo was over?”

      “Apparently he started dating someone else, about four minutes after the first affair ended. The new bimbo is named Catherine and she works part-time in reception at a law firm. That’s all I know about her.”

      Nora leaned closer as Margo relayed her conversation with Tom, practically word for word. “I’m just stunned,” she concluded. “I can’t believe my children are going to have another mother.”

      “No—no, don’t say that,” Nora insisted. “You’re their mother. Not this Catherine person.”

      “But what about when the kids spend time with their father?” Margo set the mocha down. Even chocolate, coffee and whipped cream couldn’t entice her tonight. “You don’t know Tom. He’s a traditional guy. He’ll expect Catherine to do all the cooking and cleaning up. She’ll be the one making Ellie’s and Peter’s lunches for school and washing their laundry and oh…”

      Margo made a weird noise—she wasn’t sure if it was a sob or a choked laugh. “Listen to me, complaining about another woman doing the chores that I get so tired of sometimes. But as much as I hate the weekly grind of laundry and lunches, I hate even more the idea of Tom’s new wife doing it.”

      Nora squeezed her hand. “I understand.”

      “Do you?” Margo was still grappling with the enormity of this thing. “From now on my kids will be going on vacations with this woman. They’ll see new places with her, share new experiences. All without me.”

      “But you’ll go on vacations with them, too.”

      “That isn’t the point. The kids are little and I’m their mom. I don’t want to miss the first time they go skiing. Or visit a dude ranch. Or see Washington D.C.”

      These were all trips she and Tom had at one time planned to take with their children. Now he’d be doing all that with Catherine.

      “Poor Margo, I don’t know what to say. I’d go crazy in that situation,” Nora admitted.

      Margo knew that she would. Although it was awful that Nora’s husband

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