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word to me."

I couldn't make myself speak. It felt as if this was the end of the world - my world, anyway. I'd been so happy, so excited. For the first time since I was a teenager, I felt truly alive and normal. I'd found love - only to discover how fleeting it can be.

"I...need to go upstairs," I whispered after I'd pulled myself together enough to speak. "Can you handle the store for a while?"

"Of course."

"Thank you." I retrieved Whiskers from the front window and by chance looked out to see Brad sitting inside his truck. He had doubled over, his forehead pressed against the upper curve of the steering wheel.

Margaret came to stand behind me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and then glanced out the window.

"You and Brad?" she asked gently.

I nodded. "He's going back to his ex-wife."

Margaret turned me in her arms, and hugged me close and hard. "I'm so sorry," she whispered and I'm sure she was but not nearly as sorry as me.

CHAPTER 15

ELISE BEAUMONT

Elise wasn't in the best of moods when she returned from her knitting class. Her nonexistent class. She'd arrived at A Good Yarn to find that Lydia had fallen ill and the class had been cancelled. Margaret had tried to be helpful, but apparently she wasn't much of a knitter and had never made socks. She did say Lydia would extend the class by one week, which was only fair. Elise, however, had made a considerable effort to get to the yarn store on time and was sorely disappointed.

By way of apology Margaret had offered Elise, Bethanne and Courtney a thirty percent discount on anything they wanted to buy that day. Elise wasn't buying anything. She didn't need yarn, she needed help with the socks and was annoyed that she'd have to wait until the following week to continue.

"You're home early," Aurora commented when Elise walked into the house. Her dour look must have conveyed her mood because her daughter frowned. "What happened, did the class get cancelled?"

"Yes, and I wanted to learn how to turn the heel." She hadn't mentioned that the socks were a gift for David. She wished now that she'd lingered downtown and perhaps visited a friend or gone to the library. Instead, she'd rushed back to the house as if she had nothing better to do.

That sudden desire to return home worried Elise; she was afraid she was succumbing to Maverick's effect on her. She did everything she could to maintain the distance between them, but it wasn't easy. After all, they slept across the hall from each other and shared one if not two meals a day.

Maverick didn't lose an opportunity to sweet-talk her. Oh, Elise recognized it for what it was. This was simply a form of entertainment to him. She was a challenge, and he was determined to win her over, just to prove he could do it. He might view himself as an irresistible force, but Elise was equally determined to remain an immovable object. She absolutely would not fall under his spell - unlike her daughter and everyone else in the household.

"I'm glad you're here," Aurora said under her breath. "Dad volunteered to watch the boys for me while I run some errands, but I'm afraid they might be too much for him."

"You want me to help?"

Aurora's eyes softened with gratitude. "If you would, Mom, that'd be great."

Elise longed to refuse, but didn't feel she could. Maverick would surely welcome this as another chance to exercise his considerable charm. That man would try to talk his way into heaven, and was probably counting on doing exactly that.

"I'll let Dad know you're here," Aurora said, hugging Elise. "Thanks, Mom."

Elise went to her room, but kept the door open, which she often used to do before Maverick's visit. Heaven only knew how long he intended to stay. He'd said two weeks; he'd been here one week already and hadn't given any indication that he was ready to head out. Each day was agony. She wanted him gone so she could relax and not have to stay constantly on guard.

Sorting through her dirty clothes, Elise carried her whites to the laundry room off the kitchen. She loaded the washing machine and waited until she heard the water running before she left.

As she walked into the living room, she saw Maverick standing there, a boy under each arm. Luke and John squealed with delight and he growled playfully, but stopped abruptly when