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I can say is, it takes one to know one.”

      They both chuckled then fell silent.

      Tiffany was the first to break that silence. “So, where do you go from here?”

      “To a specialty hospital in Vegas, where they’re going to put me in traction for heaven only knows how long—several weeks, I imagine.”

      “Stretch the old bod, huh? Ouch!”

      “I know,” Bridget said in a wan tone. “I can’t tell you how badly I dread it, but I have to get well, and not just for myself, either. There’s Jeremiah and Taylor.”

      Tiffany heard the desperation in her friend’s voice, and it broke her heart. “Shh...dvn’t work yourself up into a dither. You’re going to be just fine. And you do want to get well for yourself. Why, you know you’re irreplaceable on the end of that hoe. From what I understand, you’ve developed magic in them there fingers.”

      Bridget rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. It would be closer to the truth to say that Jeremiah tolerates my crooked rows and merely turns his head when I mistake plants for weeds and chop them down.”

      “Oh, well,” Tiffany said with a grin, “I bet he prefers your other talents to that one, such as your ability to cook a mean Lean Cuisine.”

      “If I live to be an old lady leaning on a cane, I’ll never live that one down.”

      “You sure won’t.”

      “So, how long can you stay?” Bridget asked.

      “As long as I’m needed.”

      “Thank God. I hate leaving Taylor. She’s upset, and—”

      “Hey, she’s going to be just fine. Aunt Tiffany’s going to see to that. We’ll be big buddies before you know it. All you have to do is get well.”

      “I feel like such an idiot. If I’d been concentrating on my driving instead of the carnival at Taylor’s play school, then I wouldn’t have had the accident.”

      “What exactly happened? I haven’t had a chance to talk to Jeremiah about the details.”

      “I was blinded by the sun, and before I knew it, I was looking at the rear of a school bus. In order not to hit it, I veered, then lost control. The next thing I knew I was skidding down an embankment, straight for a tree.”

      “God, you’re lucky it didn’t mangle your insides.”

      “I credit my seat belt with saving my life.” Bridget paused. “Still, I have a long way to go before I’ll be one hundred percent.” Her voice broke. “I was hoping to get pregnant, and now that’s out of the question.”

      “For now, but not forever. Just remember that. Besides, you’re like me. You’re a fighter. In a few months, your curvy bod will be as good as new.”

      “Oh, Tiff, you’re so good to me, and for me.” Bridget’s voice cracked again. “I’m so thankful you came, and so is Jeremiah. It’s been terribly hard on him, with the ranch and all.”

      “The ranch has nothing to do with it. He’s certifiable because he’s so damn crazy in love with you.”

      “I feel the same way about him.” Bridget brushed back a tear. “I know why both he and Taylor are so upset. After all, Jeremiah’s already lost one wife, and Taylor lost her mother.”

      “Well, they are not going to lose you.”

      “They nearly did.”

      “Well, nearly ain’t the real thing.” Tiffany grinned, then changed the subject. “I never thought your marriage would last, you know.”

      “No one did, least of all my parents.”

      “Well, getting drunk, then, a few hours later, marrying a man you won in an auction, does lead one toward skepticism.”

      “It was fate at its beast” Bridget shrugged. “What more can I say?”

      “I’d say that pretty well sums it up.”

      “So what about you? I didn’t by any chance pull you out of the clutches of any man?”

      “Not no, but hell no!”

      “Tiff!”

      “Don’t ‘Tiff’ me. I’m not interested in ties that bind. I’m only interested in jump-starting my career and making money.”

      “So what did this trip do to those plans?”

      Tiffany laughed. “It brought relief from the boss from hell.”

      “Not as in, you were fired, I hope.”

      “I quit, actually.”

      “Oh, Tiff, I feel awful.”

      “Don’t. I’ve been aching to do it for months. That call from Jeremiah was just the push I needed.”

      Bridget laughed. “I can just see you marching into her office.”

      “That’s exactly what I did.” Tiffany grinned. “I would have given anything if you could’ve been a fly on the wall and seen the look on Witch Hazel’s face when I told her in a nice way to kiss my you-know-what, that I was outa there.”

      “I just hope you didn’t make a mistake.”

      “No way.” Tiffany’s grin strengthened. “I don’t anticipate ever being in that position again.”

      “You lovable idiot.”

      “That’s me,” Tiffany quipped, peering at her watch. “Look, I’d better get going. I’m surprised a nurse hasn’t been in and run me off.”

      “As badly as I hate to see you go, Taylor’ll be in from play school soon, and I’d like for you to be there.”

      Tiffany leaned over again and kissed her friend on the cheek. “You hang in there, okay? Everything’s going to be just fine.”

      Later, as Tiffany walked out into the bright sunlight, she paused and took several deep breaths. Bridget had to be all right. She just had to.

      

      “Hey, squirt, what’ve you been doing? Making mud pies in your ears?”

      Taylor giggled, then gazed up at Tiffany. “You’re being silly.”

      “I’m being truthful, young lady. I don’t think you’ve had that washcloth anywhere near that part of your body.”

      Taylor giggled again, but she made no effort to shift the rag to her head, which Tiffany saw as her first challenge with this precocious six-year-old.

      In fact, all the way to the ranch from the hospital, apprehension had gnawed at her. What if she’d bitten off more than she could chew? Hell, what she knew about children could fill a thimble. But since she had no choice, she had to make the best of the situation, no matter what.

      Jeremiah and Taylor had both come out to the car to meet her. The first time she had seen the child, with her doelike brown eyes and long, shiny hair, Tiffany had fallen under her spell. Taylor seemed to have bonded with her as well.

      Now, two days later, with Jeremiah and Bridget at the hospital in Las Vegas, that love affair was threatened, and all because of mud pies in the ears.

      “I couldn’t find Piper Girl,” Taylor was saying.

      Tiffany shook her head. “What did you say?”

      The child repeated her statement

      “Who is Piper Girl?”

      “My kitty.”

      “Ah, I see.”

      “She sleeps on the foot of my bed.”

      Great. Tiffany hated cats, but

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