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it even be an issue for her? His mother’s eyes flickered, and he realized he’d been silent too long.

      He rested his hand on hers. “Martin’s neighbor is very nice.”

      Her eyes brightened.

      “She has a border collie, so Martin’s worried about Suzette and the collie getting together.”

      Meaningless sounds came from his mother, and her bright eyes faded to frustration.

      Nick patted her hand. “I know, Mom.” He detested his feeling of helplessness.

      “Her dog’s named Fred. The two dogs rubbed noses and became fast friends.” A grin sprouted on his face. He and Steph had bonded, too, minus the nose rubbing.

      His mother’s mouth twisted into a grimace though he suspected it was a smile. Then her head shifted a little, her gaze probing his. He guessed her question. “Yes, I like her.

      We’ve only talked a couple of times, and if I—” If I what? If ever he needed to talk to his mom, today would be it.

      Her brow knitted, and Nick relaxed. “You want to know how I really feel about her.”

      Her face relaxed, giving him the answer. “I like her…a lot. I don’t know why. We’ve only met, but she gives me confidence.” That was it. Confidence. Though his mother lay so near, he allowed his stream of consciousness to be spoken aloud. “When Cara broke our engagement, I felt like a failure. I hadn’t understood what I’d done. I suppose I knew a little from her spiteful comments. I didn’t give her enough time.”

      His mother’s eyes searched his.

      “Now my time and energy is tied up with the business, so getting involved in a relationship is useless.” Or was it? “I need to understand myself before I involve anyone else in my life.” Would he ever understand himself? Doubt flooded his mind.

      When he looked up, moisture had collected in the corner of his mother’s eye. Maybe he’d upset her with his rambling. Nick pulled another tissue from the box on her tray, wiping away the tears. This is what he couldn’t handle. He patted her arm and eyed his watch. “I’d better go and let you rest.”

      He sensed a guilty expression spreading over his face. He couldn’t hide it. “If…when I come again, can I bring you anything?” He racked his mind for something to entertain her. She had always loved to read, but she needed two hands to hold a book. “Would you like a novel on tape? I could bring you something like that?”

      She gave a little shrug, and he wasn’t sure if it was a yes or no, but what he did know is he had to come back again and soon. He rose and bent to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for listening. I love you, Mom.”

      Sounds slipped from her lips, and he knew she’d said she loved him, too.

      Nick hurried from the building, eager to breathe fresh air and wash away the scent of medicine and antiseptic. His chest weighed with emotions he didn’t want to feel. Life wasn’t fair. His mother had been a good woman, a faithful wife and a thoughtful mother. Why did God give her a devastating stroke?

      He slid into his car, letting the thoughts settle into reason. God didn’t promise a life without pain or sorrow. A Scripture slipped into his mind, something about how in our weaknesses we become more powerful, because we turn to the Lord for strength. His mother’s power was her faith. One day she would be whole again in heaven.

      His throat knotted. Nick grasped his own faith and sent up a prayer for the Lord to touch his weakness with greater strength. He needed to be a faithful son just as his mother had been faithful to her family—her boys—and to the Lord.

      Nick flipped open his cell phone and hit his brother’s stored number. He’d nearly hung up before Martin finally answered.

      “I’m leaving the nursing home now. Mom’s good. I talked about a few things—when we were kids. She even laughed. At least, I think that’s what it was.”

      “I know it’s difficult, but you did the right thing. I’m glad you went.” Martin’s voice sounded different—less critical and more accepting.

      “I am, too.” Martin’s reaction punctuated Nick’s decision to be a better son.

      He said goodbye and flipped the lid on his cell phone. Why couldn’t he and Martin talk like that about everything? He needed to pray for Martin and for their relationship. One of these days, his brother would be the only family he had left.

      A lump formed in his throat, and he tossed the cell on the passenger seat. Emotions. He hated them.

      Fred’s bark zapped Steph to action. She dashed to the patio door, hoping she’d find Nick at the fence, but when her foot hit the flagstone, her stomach spiraled. Martin. Though he appeared to be an older version of Nick, his expression showed no relationship. Nick had warned her.

      She drew up her shoulders and marched to the fence. “What’s the problem?”

      “Keep your mongrel away from my dog.”

      Steph winced and drew back from his index finger aiming at her nose. “The dog has every right to be in his own yard.”

      “You think so?” His accusing finger swung toward the fence.

      She eyed the pile of dirt where Fred had begun to dig. Her nerves tingled, and she feared she couldn’t get out the words. “I guarantee it won’t happen ag—”

      “Why not? You think that mutt’s going to forget how to dig?”

      This wasn’t the way she wanted to meet Martin. And it wasn’t like Fred. She shifted her gaze from Martin’s mottled face to Suzette bounding around the yard as if showing off for poor Fred. He was smitten.

      She sent Martin a piercing look, hoping to convince him she wasn’t going to put up with his insults. “Calm down, please. Fred didn’t get into your yard. He only dug a little hole.”

      “Because I stopped him. Next time, I might not be that—”

      “Next time? I told you it won’t happen again.” Today she understood Nick’s concern.

      As her words charged across the fence, she spotted Nick racing toward them with the expression of a fireman heading for a five alarm fire.

      Martin raised his fist. “He better not or—”

      “Whoa, bro.” Nick skidded to his side and grabbed Martin’s knotted fingers. “What’s going on?” He shifted his gaze from his brother to Steph and gave her one of those I-told-you-so looks.

      Martin snatched away his hand.

      “What happened?” Nick asked, shaking his head.

      She gave a halfhearted shrug. “Fred dug a minute hole beside the fence and—”

      “No need to explain.” Nick eyed Suzette, prancing at his side, and brushed his hand over her fur. “Suzette, are you getting in trouble?”

      Martin’s look pierced Nick. “What do you mean Suzette? She didn’t dig the hole.”

      “Martin, the dogs are getting along fine. You’re the one with the problem. Learn something from your dog.”

      Martin’s nostrils flared. “This isn’t your business.” He spun on his heel and marched away from the fence with Suzette pattering alongside him.

      Steph remained quiet. She had to live next door to the man.

      Nick rested his elbow on the fence post. “Sorry about that. Like I told you, my brother has a short fuse sometimes. He needs to learn a little diplomacy.”

      “That’s not all he needs to learn.” Steph arched a brow. “He called Fred a mongrel.” She gazed into the large yard, noticing Suzette had gone inside. Not by choice, she was sure.

      He leaned over the fence and eyed the hole, grasped the fence post and flung himself over the

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