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this kind of - "

The door opened, interrupting her, and in walked a distinguished-looking older gentleman. I don't get many men in the shop. There are definitely male knitters, but most of the yarn I sell is to women.

Elise raised her head up when the bell chimed and went pale. "Maverick," she whispered.

"Hello, everyone," he said without the least hesitation. He seemed completely at ease in the shop, although not all men are comfortable in such a female environment. "I'm here for Elise." He looked in her direction and I noticed the way his eyes softened. "I was in the neighborhood and figured I'd give you a ride home."

"I - I'll be a while yet," she said, blushing. Flustered, she dropped a stitch and then did a marvelous job of picking it up again.

I enjoyed watching the two of them. They might be divorced, but it was plain they still had strong feelings for each other. This was an intriguing development - and not something Elise had mentioned. I suppose I'd had an image of a professional gambler and to be honest, Maverick didn't fit the picture. With his white hair and beard, my first thought was that he resembled Charlie Rich, the country singer. On closer examination, I saw that he was taller and more solidly built.

"Don't rush on my account," Maverick told her. "I'm parked outside. I'll wait there."

Elise gazed down at her knitting. "Ah...okay."

The class continued for another fifteen minutes and then gradually, one by one, my students left, chatting about next week's session. I found it interesting that the entire group had decided to knit socks for men. Bethanne's were probably for her son. Courtney had said hers would be a gift for her dad. And Elise? My guess was that her ex-husband would receive them.

"That was a wonderful suggestion Elise had for Bethanne," I commented to Margaret as I straightened the class area. I still felt good about what had happened; it seemed like a step toward real friendship.

Suddenly I saw that my sister was crying.

"Margaret?"

She brushed the tears away, obviously upset and embarrassed that I'd seen them.

"What is it?" I asked, despite my earlier resolve. "Tell me."

"We got a notice in the mail yesterday," she said in a voice so low I had to strain to hear. "Matt didn't know I saw it. He takes care of all the bills, and I just assumed we were managing all right. I've cut back as much as I can. I know he has, too, but apparently...Oh, Lydia, we're so far behind on the mortgage payments that we're in danger of losing the house."

"Oh, no." Every penny I had was invested in the store or I would've immediately offered to help.

"I tried to talk it over with Matt. I know he was just trying to protect me, but - but I'm his wife. He should tell me. When I told him that, he said I had enough on my mind without worrying about this too."

"How much do you need?" I asked.

"The letter said we had until next Monday to come up with ten thousand dollars."

"Oh, Margaret. I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

"I know, I know...Matt says everything will work out, and...and I'm sure it will. I didn't mean to burden you with our problems - it's just that it was such a shock...."

Although Margaret tried to sound hopeful, I didn't have a good feeling about this. My sister was about to lose her home and I couldn't do a thing to help.

CHAPTER 22

ELISE BEAUMONT

Elise was deep in thought as she tore lettuce leaves for the dinner salad. Her grandsons were at the small neighborhood park with Maverick. Luke and John dragged him there every chance they got, and he was always agreeable. If he'd been half as good a husband and father as he was a grandfather, the marriage might've lasted.

Although she hated to admit it, Elise had begun to enjoy Maverick's company. Relying on him for anything, even casual friendship, was dangerous, as she very well knew. In fact, no one knew that better than she did. But over the last few weeks, he'd managed to break down her determination to avoid him. Little by little, he'd erased her resentment and doubt. He'd done it not with extravagant promises or declarations but through his actions - especially in the way he loved Aurora and his grandchildren. He respected Elise's feelings, never argued with her or defended himself. He seemed sincere. She didn't want to