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he saw her. "The boys want me to take them to the park."

"Then I think you should," she said formally.

"I will if you come along."

An automatic protest rose. But before she could utter a word, Luke and John begged her to accompany them. She felt she had no choice, particularly since she'd promised Aurora she'd help out with the kids. "All right, I'll grab my sweater."

"It's not cold," Luke told her.

Today was unseasonably cold for the end of June, but perhaps to a child who raced and played it was pleasant enough. Elise, however, required a sweater.

Maverick and the children were waiting out front for her. Elise called Aurora, who had a cell phone, and explained that they were all walking to the park, which was two blocks away.

The park was little more than a playground with a few pieces of equipment, an abundance of dwarf cherry trees, several well-maintained flower beds and a few benches. The boys loved the swing set and the slides. As soon as they got close, Luke and John tore off across the freshly mowed lawn toward the play equipment.

Maverick followed Elise to a nearby bench. She planned to sit and wait quietly until the boys wore themselves out. She didn't care what Maverick did and wanted to groan out loud when he settled down next to her. He watched the kids play, laughing aloud a couple of times and shouting encouragement. She had to acknowledge that he was an excellent grandfather. Although he'd had very little experience with children - as far as she knew - he seemed to have a natural affinity for them. Women too, she reminded herself.

"Don't you envy all that energy?" he asked casually.

"Oh, yes." She would answer his questions but had no intention of starting up a conversation.

Maverick didn't say anything for a minute or so, which for him must be some kind of record. That man could talk more than anyone she'd ever known.

When he finally did speak, she wished he hadn't. "I was surprised to find you living with Aurora."

She frowned and gathered the sweater more tightly around her. He knew before he'd arrived that she was living with their daughter and her family. "What you really mean is that you're wondering why an independent woman like me is pinching my pennies." She hadn't heard from the attorney in a couple of weeks now and was beginning to fear she'd never get her money back. Thinking about the situation made her feel angry and ill, so most of the time she tried to put it out of her mind.

"All right," he agreed, "I am wondering. What happened?"

"I...I'm in the middle of a class-action lawsuit with a developer. I bought a piece of land and put money down on a house after touring the model home. Then the development company went belly-up." The bile rose in her throat as she relayed the details of this disaster. "Trust me, dealing with attorneys and lawsuits isn't how I thought I'd be spending my retirement."

It was embarrassing to admit how foolish she'd been in not investigating the project thoroughly before she wrote the check. If she had, she would've discovered that the developer was in a financial mess.

"You can't get the money back?" Maverick asked.

"I'm trying, along with the other people he swindled," she snapped, angry that he wouldn't drop the subject. "What I didn't lose on the house, the attorney's fees are eating up. Now, if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss this further."

"Sorry."

"Me, too."

"Is he wanted by the police?"

She wished he was; then perhaps there'd be some recourse, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do except join the others in a lawsuit. "No. It was incompetence, not outright fraud. In the end, I have no one to blame but myself." Maverick didn't need to tell her she'd been naive and trusting - Elise was well aware of that fact.

"Is there anything I can do?"

His offer touched her. She didn't want his kindness or his understanding, and at the same time she craved both. "I should've brought my knitting," she declared with such urgency that Maverick stood, seemingly ready to retrieve it on her behalf.

"Do you need it?"

She shook her head. "It helps calm my nerves, that's all."

He sat back down. "I'll go get it if you want."

"No, no, it's all right. Just don't be kind to me, Maverick. I don't want you to, so please don't."

A scowl darkened his features, and then he seemed to go