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      “I’m done.”

      “Then you’ll just have to be patient. I’ll have time to go out with you in an hour.”

      “That’s not fair.”

      “Oh, well.”

      “I wish I was home.” With a scowl Kimber went back to her room and closed her door, just as Paige had done when she hadn’t gotten her way.

      And Paige had always wanted her way.

      For a split second, Minnie glanced at the phone. She could call Mrs. Wyzecki and ask for advice. In a flash, Wanda would stride over and come to the rescue.

      It’s what she’d done ever since Kimber arrived. Time and again Minnie wondered why Paige had named her Kimber’s guardian. Not her parents.

      Had it been because they were closer in age? Or was it because Paige had figured Minnie would never have her own kids?

      Or had Paige just not been thinking? Her sister had always been the type of girl who never thought anything bad would happen.

      And usually nothing ever had.

      From birth, Paige seemed to have been born under a lucky star. School had been easy for her. So had everything else. She’d never had a weight struggle, never had a pimple that she couldn’t wish off her face.

      Boys had liked her, college entrance exams had, too. Paige had not only gotten into every university she’d applied to, but had been awarded scholarship money, as well.

      Yep, Paige had been the type of woman who people stopped and stared at. She’d been striking and confident. Polished and successful. Her husband, Jeremy, had been the same way. They’d gotten married in Jeremy’s hometown of Phoenix and began their careers. Two years later, Kimber had been born.

      Yes, Paige’s life had been perfect. So perfect she’d never had a problem reminding Minnie of that.

      Which was yet another reason she and Paige had never been especially close.

      Minnie was trying to do her best by Kimber, who was willful and grieving. But most of the time, her best didn’t seem good enough. Once more, Minnie imagined everyone around her knew it. Peter sure had.

      Chapter Three

      Matt tried to remember the last time his arms had felt like they were on fire. In high school when the coach had called practices both morning and night? Last January when he’d hired that personal trainer who’d damn near killed him in one session?

      As he gingerly stretched his arms overhead, Matt wished he’d been lifting weights with a little more frequency. Maybe then he wouldn’t be glaring at the thirty boxes of hardcover books he’d just sorted, packed and lugged to the garage. They now sat in the middle of two bedrooms’ worth of furniture and a box of cast-iron pots and pans.

      He was coming to find out that everything in the house was practically built of lead.

      “You sure you want to give all of these away, Mrs. Wy?”

      “Positive.” As if to show him that she had no problems with muscle strain, she gamely tapped her temple. “I’ve got a whole storage closet worth of memories in here. Besides, the library has a new bestseller program. I can get most any book the month it comes out now, so I don’t have to buy the books anymore.”

      “But these are in good shape.”

      “Brigit at the library wants them, so they’ll be put to good use. They’re sending a truck here to pick them up.”

      “I’m glad of that.” At first Matt thought he was going to need to transport the books to the library, too. He wouldn’t have minded, but his back and arms were already releasing a heartfelt sigh.

      Sitting on one of the stacks of boxes, perched on the edge like a parakeet, so bright and vivid in her yellow and lime-green jogging suit, Mrs. Wy said, “Matt, we’ve been moving things out here for a whole week. Have you noticed that the place isn’t looking much emptier?”

      He’d noticed that from the moment he’d lugged down a mattress and discovered five storage containers underneath it, each filled to the brim. “You, Mrs. Wy, are a pack rat.”

      She laughed. “I didn’t think I was…but you may be right.”

      “You have four different sets of china.”

      She twisted her lips in a pretend pout. “And darn if I can’t use but one cup and plate at a time. Well, don’t worry about that. Minnie’s going to be here any minute to look at those dishes.”

      That brought him up short, though he didn’t really know why. Minnie Clark had been a nice kid at one time, and seemed nice enough now. She was pretty to look at, if you were more into the girl-next-door type instead of cover-girl wanna-be’s.

      “You close to her?” he asked, figuring he might as well get her whole story since Wanda seemed to be bringing her name up on a regular basis.

      “We have gotten close over the years. Minnie is the type of genuine person that comes few and far between.” Mrs. Wy lowered her voice, even though there was just the two of them in the warm garage. “Her last beau was handsome as all get-out, but a real stick-in-the-mud, I’ll tell you that.”

      Before he knew it, Matt was perched on a box of books, too, looking out her garage opening at two rows of rosebushes and feasting on gossip. “What happened?”

      “Peter decided to move on to a bigger city and left Minnie in a state of shock.” She lowered her voice. “He’d led everyone to believe he was going to propose.”

      “He never did?”

      She paused and blew out a heartfelt sigh. “Nope. I tell you, when Minnie came knockin’ on my door, all teary-eyed and sputtering, I was sure she was going to be flashing a diamond, not telling me a tale about how Peter had cut and run. She was in a sad state, I’ll tell you that.”

      Crossing her knees, Mrs. Wy confided, “I heard his rejection had a lot to do with little Kimber. He didn’t want any part in taking care of another guy’s child, even though that little dear is just about the cutest thing you ever saw.”

      Though Matt guessed he could imagine some men not being too interested in a rival’s child, holding it against Minnie for taking in her orphaned niece was a whole other matter. “That guy, Peter, sounds like a—” he tried to come up with a term safe for a lady’s ears “—jerk.”

      “Oh, he was a jerk.” Folding her arms over her chest, Mrs. Wy nodded. “It’s good he went. I never liked him anyway. But he could have been nicer about everything, you know? There was no need to just go on out there and trample poor Minnie’s heart. Especially when she was trying to do her best. Nobody deserves that.”

      Matt was saved from saying a word by a sunny greeting from the topic of conversation herself. “Hello? Wanda, you around?”

      “We’re in the garage!”

      Footsteps click-clacked on the cement walkway that led from the front of the house to the garage in the back. Before he knew it, Matt was returning a smile just like the one Minnie was gifting Wanda with. “Hey.”

      Her steps faltered. After nodding in his direction, she wandered over to his companion. “Wanda, you shouldn’t be outside in this heat. It’s gotta be ninety degrees in here.”

      “I’m always cold. This feels better than that blasted air-conditioning.”

      “You can change the thermostat. Raise it higher, you know. Then you won’t be so chilled inside.”

      “I’m fine, dear.” Mrs. Wyzecki pointed to the boxes of china. “Matt brought these out, but it’s up to you to choose your set. After you do, Matthew can carry them over to your house.”

      Minnie glanced his way. “You don’t need to do that.”

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