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“What’s your question?” Erik asked, studying her closely for signs that she’d fallen back into her old harmful eating patterns. It didn’t matter how frequently he saw her, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from checking. Fortunately her complexion had a healthy glow, her hair was shining, and even more telling, she was wearing clothes that fit and showed off a figure that was still a little on the thin side, but far from the skeletal form it had been a year ago.

“You know Ty’s at Duke,” she began.

Erik bit back a grin. “You’ve mentioned it a time or two since he left for school last fall.”

Annie frowned at his teasing. “I mention it so much because it’s amazing that I actually know a guy who’s at Duke and who’s the star of their baseball team, even though he’s only a freshman. What’s even more amazing is that we go out once in a while to movies and parties. He’s even…” She blushed furiously.

Erik’s gaze narrowed. “He’s even what?”

“Kissed me,” she confessed shyly. “It was totally awesome.”

Although he wasn’t her father, Erik felt like it sometimes, so close was he to the family. And like a father he did not want to hear about any guy, even a responsible young man like Tyler, kissing Annie. For sure Ronnie wouldn’t be thrilled about it, either, even if kids their age often did a whole lot more than kiss. Still, maybe it was a good sign that Annie was talking about it. If things had gone beyond the kissing stage, he suspected she’d keep it to herself. He was so out of his depth with this stuff!

“You know there’s nothing amazing about Ty liking
you,” he told her, opting for a lesson in self-esteem. “You’re a terrific young woman. You could have a dozen boyfriends at a dozen different colleges if you wanted them.”

“You’re just biased, like my dad,” she scoffed. “Anyway, my question is whether I should ask Ty to come home to take me to my senior prom or whether that would be totally lame.”

“Isn’t prom coming up soon?” Erik asked. “I think your mom mentioned something about taking you to Charleston to shop for a dress.”

“It’s three weeks away,” she said. “So it’s practically last-minute if I ask him now.”

“Why have you put off asking him?”

“It feels weird. It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything. Don’t guys like to do the asking?”

“As a general rule, yes,” Erik told her. “But this is your event, not his. My guess is that Ty’s probably wondering why you haven’t already asked. You said yourself you’re not dating each other exclusively. What if he thinks you’re going with some other guy?”

“But I would never do that,” Annie said, her expression dismayed. “I don’t even want to see other boys.”

“Then, if you want him to go, ask him. A man appreciates a woman who’s direct with him.” He winked at her. “Unlike women, we’re pretty simple creatures. Be straightforward and honest with us and we’ll go along with the program. Women are the mysterious, complicated ones.”

“I wonder if Ty thinks I’m mysterious and complicated,” Annie asked, looking intrigued with the idea.

“I can just about guarantee it. He’s nineteen. I doubt he gets anything about women yet. I’m still working it out and I’m twice that age.”

Annie hopped down off the stool and hugged him. “Thanks.”

“Why didn’t you just ask your dad or your mom about this?” he asked.

She shrugged. “They’re parents. They get all worked up thinking I might wind up disappointed and I get a half-hour lecture on not counting on too much where Ty’s concerned. That usually turns into a conversation about disappointment leading to depression and bad decisions and eating disorders, yada-yada-yada.”

“You mean I just blew this entire conversation by not including a lecture?” Erik demanded, mostly in jest, of course, though he did find these little tests of his untried parenting skills to be disconcerting.

“For which I am very, very grateful,” she assured him. She grabbed a brownie off the tray he’d just taken from the oven and took a bite as if to prove a point. “Have a good day.”

“You, too, sweet pea. Let me know how it goes when you talk to Ty.”

She smiled, looking more carefree than she had when she’d arrived. “I’ll call you tonight right after I talk to him.”

No sooner had Annie exited through the back door than Dana Sue pushed open the door from the dining room. “Was that my daughter I saw sneaking out the back?”

Erik regarded her with his most innocent expression. “Was it?”

Dana Sue rolled her eyes at his pitiful attempt at evasion. “What did she want?”

“To talk to me.”

“About?”

“Sorry, confidential.”

Her gaze narrowed. “You and my daughter are having
confidential conversations? I’m not sure how I feel about that. It was bad enough when she was having them with Maddie.”

“I don’t think this was something she felt she could ask Maddie,” Erik said.

“Then it was about Ty,” Dana Sue guessed at once.

“I never said that.”

“Is she inviting him to prom or not?”

“I know nothing,” Erik insisted.

“We could talk about you and Helen instead,” she suggested.

“Sorry. Gotta run.”

“Run where?” she demanded.

“Someplace where you’re not,” he said readily. “But don’t take it personally. You know I love you.”

“I think you love Helen,” she countered. “Or at least like her.”

“What was that?” he asked, already closing the door. “Can’t hear you.”

The door snapped open before he could make his escape. “I said that I think you’re crazy about Helen,” she shouted after him. “And just so you know, I think she likes you back! Can you hear me now?”

Unfortunately, Erik figured half the people of Serenity had heard her. And if they had, his life had just gone from peaceful and quiet, the way he liked it, to downright complicated. There was no more popular sport in town than watching, and then discussing, a cat-and-mouse game between a man and woman.

Erik had barely walked to the outer fringe of downtown Serenity when he literally bumped right into the woman who’d become the bane of his existence. Helen was strid
ing purposefully along with her head down and her thoughts obviously somewhere else.

“Hey, where are you heading in such a hurry?” he asked, steadying her as she blinked up at him.

To his shock her makeup was streaked and her eyes were swimming with tears. “Helen, what’s wrong?” He dug in his pocket and found a fistful of clean tissues. He handed them to her.

Even as she accepted them and mopped her eyes, bright patches of color bloomed on her cheeks. She tried to push past him. “I’m fine,” she muttered.

“Sure you are,” he scoffed. “The strongest, most in-control woman I know is walking around town crying her eyes out and claims to be fine. Not buying it, sugar. Talk to me.”

“Erik, please,” she pleaded. “Just leave me alone.”

“Sorry. It’s not in my genes to walk away from a woman in distress.”

“I’m not in distress. I’m just confused, and before you ask about what, it’s not something I want to talk about.”

“Okay, then, we’ll just go to Wharton’s and get one of those hot-fudge sundaes I hear you Sweet Magnolias turn to whenever you’re upset.”

She regarded him with surprise. “You know about those?”

“I’ve worked with Dana Sue long enough to know a lot of things,” he said.

“She blabs?”

He laughed at her indignation. “No, I have amazingly astute powers of observation for a man. Plus, I hear things.”

“You eavesdrop?”

“I remain attuned to my surroundings,” he contradicted.

“How is that any different from eavesdropping?”

“If you come with me, I’ll explain it to you.”

“I don’t want to come with you,” she murmured.

He fought a grin. “Do it anyway. Just think about what I’m offering—a hot-fudge sundae and someone willing to sit quietly and listen to all your woes. Do you know how many women would beg to be in your place?”

“I’m not one of them,” she claimed. “I just want to be left alone.”

“I’m sure that’s your usual way of coping with things,” he agreed. “Doesn’t seem to be working out so well today. How about trying something new?”

“Spilling my guts to you?”

He nodded.

She actually seemed to be weighing the offer. When she finally nodded, he felt a far greater sense of relief than he should have. He attributed that to having been spared tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her into Wharton’s.

“Let’s go, then,” he said, tucking her arm through his. “I’ll do my best to make this painless.”

“Whatever,” she said, sounding a little like a petulant child.

“Think of it this way. If you had to spill your guts to a shrink, you’d be paying a hundred dollars or more an hour. I’m a bargain.”

“And you’re throwing in a hot-fudge sundae, too,” she said grudgingly. “Is this my lucky day or what?”

“Told you so.”

It remained to be seen if it was going to be Erik’s lucky day or if this was going to be just one more step down a very slippery slope.

H
elen avoided Erik’s concerned gaze and dug into her hot-fudge sundae. It might only be 9:00 a.m., but Erik had been right. The combination of rich vanilla ice cream, thick fudge sauce and whipped cream was just what she needed. She could barely remember what had thrown her into such an emotional tailspin and sent her fleeing from the spa and Maddie.

What the sundae wasn’t accomplishing, Erik was. He was a very disconcerting man. Few other men would have dragged her out for ice cream at this hour or even guessed that it was what she needed. In fact, most men would have been put off by her tears and run the other way.

“You ready to tell me what’s going on?” he asked eventually.

She took another overflowing spoonful of the sundae to avoid speaking and shook her head.

“Sooner or later you’re going to finish the ice cream and you won’t have an excuse not to talk,” he reminded her as he lounged on the seat across from her, seemingly content to sip his coffee while she made a total pig of herself.

“I’ll have to leave as soon as I finish this,” she said, pleased
with the perfect excuse. “I’m already running late for work. Barb will send out a search party if I don’t show up soon.”

His mouth curved into a smile. “Okay, then. You’d better start talking now.”

“Look,” she said, “I skipped breakfast. That’s the only reason you were successful at persuading me to come here. My blood sugar must have been low.”

“And is that what made you cry in public?”

She shrugged. “It can have all sorts of weird effects.”

“Trust me, that’s usually not one of them,” he said.

He sounded very sure. She studied him curiously. “What do you know about it?”

“You have no idea how many pieces of miscellaneous information I have stored away here.” He tapped his head.

“But you said that with some authority,” Helen countered. “Is that because you read up on diabetes so you could keep an eye on Dana Sue?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, but his expression had become shuttered. Helen sensed this was far from the whole story. Pushing aside the sundae, she put her elbows on the table and leaned toward him. Maybe she could avoid his probing questions by asking a few of her own. “I just realized that I know very little about you. Who are you, Erik Whitney? And what were you before you became a chef?”

“What makes you think I was anything before that?” he inquired.

“Because you’d just graduated from the Atlanta Culinary Institute when Dana Sue hired you. Unless you’re a very slow learner, which I doubt is the case, you must have done something before you went there.”

He seemed increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. “Look, the only reason we’re here
in Wharton’s is so you can get whatever’s bothering you off your chest,” he reminded her. “This isn’t supposed to be about me.”

“But you’re so much more interesting, or at least your reaction is. What are you hiding, Erik?”

He regarded her incredulously. “What makes you think I’m hiding something? And what exactly do you think I’m hiding? Some nefarious past as a bank robber, perhaps? Or maybe you think I’m AWOL from the marines?”

“I’m an attorney. I deal in facts. I try not to have any preconceived ideas, which is why I’m asking you.” She tilted her head and noted the closed expression on his face. “You know what I find absolutely fascinating?”

“Not a clue.”

“You’ve gone all secretive and strong, silent type all of a sudden. Why is that, especially if you have nothing to hide?”

“No particular reason other than not liking to dwell on the past,” he said, his tone indifferent, but a tic in his jaw suggested he was anything but indifferent.

“Well, just so you know, it’s the kind of thing that kicks a lawyer’s curiosity into high gear. The art of a successful cross-examination depends on being able to read body language and expressions.” She surveyed him lingeringly, then added, “I’m considered to be very, very good at it.”

“It’s hardly the big deal you’re trying to turn it into,” he said. When she continued to pin him with her gaze, he finally shrugged. “Okay, here’s the condensed version. I was an EMT. I decided it was time for a change. There’s not a lot of drama in that.”

Helen was less surprised by the revelation than she probably should have been. It explained a lot about how observant he was when it came to Dana Sue’s monitoring
her diabetes and the close eye he always kept on Annie and her eating patterns. Still, it didn’t seem as if it were something he’d want to hide, yet he’d obviously been very reluctant to reveal it. She couldn’t help wondering why.

“Did you like the work?” she asked.

“For a long time, yes,” he said, his expression still guarded. “Look, if you’re feeling better, I need to get back to the restaurant.”

“Running out on me just when things are getting interesting?” She shook her head. “It intrigues me that a man who was trying to dig around in my psyche just minutes ago can’t handle the idea of me asking personal questions.”

“I wasn’t the one having a public meltdown,” he said. “If you spot me having one, feel free to ask all the questions you want.” He tossed some bills on the table and was gone before Helen could formulate a response.

She stared after him, then distractedly picked up her spoon and ate the last few bites of her now-melted sundae.

“Now there goes one very sexy man,” Grace Wharton declared as she joined Helen. “How’d you let him get away?”

“I think I scared him off,” Helen admitted, vaguely unnerved by how guilty that made her feel. He’d been kind to her and he’d given her an excuse to take a few minutes to gather the composure she’d lost after her conversation earlier with Maddie. What had she done in return? She’d cross-examined him as if he were some kind of criminal.

“A man like that doesn’t scare too easily,” Grace said. “You didn’t mention marriage or something like that, did you? That’s the only thing I can think of that scares a confirmed bachelor.”

“The subject of marriage most definitely did not come
up,” Helen assured her. “What makes you think he’s a confirmed bachelor?”

“I’ve seen just about every single woman in town throw themselves at him at one time or another,” Grace said. “He flirts right back, but that’s as far as it ever goes. For a while I thought he might be hung up on Dana Sue, but then Ronnie came back and that put an end to that.”

“Interesting,” Helen murmured. She wondered what Grace would think if she knew about the kiss Erik had laid on her not that long ago. Her lips still burned every time she thought about it. He hadn’t shown any real interest in repeating it, though. If he was a confirmed bachelor, and that kiss had shaken him as badly as it had her, maybe that alone was enough to make him cautious around her, especially when the conversation took a more personal turn.

Before she could pick apart her own theory, her cell phone rang. She snatched it out of her purse.

“You planning to come to work anytime today?” Barb asked wryly. “I have a waiting room filled with clients and they’re getting restless.”

“Oh, my God,” Helen said, glancing at her watch. It was going on ten. “I got sidetracked.”

“By Erik Whitney, if the rumors are true,” Barb said, proving that the Serenity grapevine was faster than the speed of light.

Helen didn’t fall in to her trap. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Make it four,” Barb retorted. “Your nine o’clock looks as if he might start breaking things.”

“On my way,” Helen said.

When she’d turned off the phone and jammed it into her purse, she looked up into Grace’s fascinated gaze. “Never
known you to be late for work,” the woman commented. “Must have been something about the company.”

Helen frowned at her amused expression. “Don’t even go there.”

“Can you think of any other reason you’d lose track of time like that?” Grace teased.

“Too much on my mind,” Helen said, “that’s all. Nothing to do with Erik.”

“If you say so,” Grace said, but she sounded skeptical. “Maybe you were hoping he’d kiss you again, the way he did at Sullivan’s a few days ago.”

Helen nearly groaned. So, Grace knew about that, after all. Unfortunately Helen didn’t have time to stick around and debate the subject with her. And what would be the point, anyway? It would only add fuel to the fire. Grace had more than enough fodder for her lunch-hour gossip mill as it was.

“Mommy, I got a tummy ache,” Daisy told Karen when it was time to get out of the car at the day-care center.

She’d picked her up from kindergarten five minutes before and spotted her climbing a jungle gym when she drove up. She regarded her daughter with dismay. “You didn’t look sick when you were playing with your friends on the playground.”

“Because I wasn’t sick
then,
” she said, clearly exasperated. “I want to go home.”

“You can’t go home. There’s nobody there to take care of you and I have to go to work. I’m working the late shift today.”

Daisy’s lower lip quivered. “But I’m sick,” she wailed. “I can stay with Frances.”

“Frances can’t take care of you all afternoon and evening, Daisy.”

“Please!”

Karen felt her own stomach twist into knots. She’d thought she’d put these crises behind her. She’d found a new day-care center that kept both kids ’til five, and thanks to Helen and Dana Sue, she’d found an excellent sitter to pick them up and watch them until she got home. For a week now things had gone smoothly.

In addition, Dana Sue had interviewed Tess and scheduled an on-the-job evaluation for tomorrow. Karen knew Tess would pass that with flying colors and then Karen’s backup plan could be set in motion.

She reached into the backseat and put a hand to Daisy’s forehead. No fever, thank goodness. “Sweetie, do you have a pain in your tummy? Or do you just feel sick?”

“Sick,” she said miserably, then promptly threw up to prove the point.

Karen wanted to weep. It wasn’t Daisy’s fault. She needed to keep reminding herself of that. Kids picked up a million germs at school, particularly at Daisy’s age. Karen grabbed some tissues and packets of baby wipes, then got out of the car and opened the back door to clean up her daughter.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she said with a sniff.

“It’s okay, baby. You can’t help getting sick.” The thought of calling the restaurant to tell Dana Sue and Erik what was going on made her feel sick to her stomach, as well.

“Do I still have to go to day care?” Daisy asked pitifully.

“No, sweetie. I’m going to take you home.”

“And stay with me?”

“Yes, I’ll stay with you.” Maybe she could go to work once the sitter got there, assuming she still had work to go to.

Half an hour later she had Daisy settled on the couch in
front of the TV with a glass of ginger ale. She was about to brace herself to face Erik’s reaction, when it struck her there might be another solution. She dialed Tess.

“Tess, I know you’re not supposed to have your on-the-job evaluation ’til tomorrow, but I’ve got a problem,” she explained. “Daisy just threw up in the car. The sitter’s not due for three hours. Is there any chance at all you could work today, if Dana Sue agrees?”

“Hold on and let me check with my mom. She came in early from picking vegetables because the heat was bothering her. If she’s up to babysitting, I can do it.”

Within minutes she was back. “It’ll work on my end,” Tess said. “Call me as soon as you’ve spoken to Dana Sue. I’ll get ready in the meantime, just in case. Tell her I can be there in half an hour.”

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” As soon as she’d hung up on Tess, she called the restaurant. Unfortunately it was Erik who answered. “It’s Karen,” she said.

“You’re late,” he said, obviously exasperated.

“I know. I was running right on time, but then Daisy got sick. I had to bring her home.”

“Then you’re on your way?”

“Actually I need to stay here with her,” she admitted.

“Not again,” he said, now sounding beyond annoyed. “Karen, things can’t go on like this. I thought these last-minute absences were going to end.”

“I know. I thought so, too. But it’s not as bad as before. I’ve already spoken to Tess. She can come in for her evaluation right now and take my place. She said she could be there in thirty minutes, if it’s okay with you guys.”

“Fine,” Erik said tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I really am, but at least this
proves that my suggestion about having two of us in this job will work.”

“That remains to be seen,” he said, then sighed. “Tell Daisy I hope she feels better. She’s had a tough time lately.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Maybe you could come by sometime and have a tea party with her. She loved that.” And Karen had gotten a huge kick out of watching the very masculine Erik holding one of Daisy’s delicate, tiny teacups and drinking pretend tea.

“Sure,” he said. “We’ll work it out.”

She hung up and called Tess back, then called the sitter to tell her she wasn’t needed tonight. She’d either have Frances keep an eye on Daisy for a few minutes while she went back to the day-care center to get Mack, or she’d take Daisy with her.

In the meantime, she sank onto the sofa next to the now-sleeping Daisy and closed her eyes. Thank heaven for Tess. Without her pitching in, Karen knew that her job would have been history and there would have been nothing Helen or anyone else could have done to save it. Erik’s fragile patience was obviously at an end. And though Dana Sue owned Sullivan’s, Erik had a lot of clout when it came to decisions about what happened in the kitchen.

Not for the first time, Karen was nearly overwhelmed by just how close to the edge she was living. She had hardly any savings and very little reserve of energy for these constant emergencies. Sometimes when the kids were screaming and she was juggling bills, she wondered just how much longer she could cope without snapping.

Then she glanced over at her sleeping daughter, her long, dark eyelashes a smudge on her pale skin, and the force of her love for Dasiy flowed through her. She would
do anything—
anything
—to protect her babies and give them the kind of loving home and security she herself had never known.