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brand he'd worn when they were married. She didn't recall the name but the fresh, woodsy smell wafted toward her like an aphrodisiac. Against her will, she swayed closer, afraid for those few seconds that she'd collapse at his feet.

Maverick walked into the room and stood before her. "I told you this already," he said. He placed his index finger under her chin and raised her head until their eyes met. "I loved you then. I've loved you all this time. I love you now."

The thickness in her throat made it impossible to speak, so she shook her head.

"I know," he whispered, "It wasn't enough - it isn't enough. But it's all I ever had."

She realized he would have kissed her if not for the arrival of Luke and John. The boys burst into the room like a tornado touching down, all arms and legs, fighting and furious. Apparently they'd gotten into a squabble while putting their bikes in the garage.

With obvious reluctance, Maverick broke away from her and immediately took charge of the situation. Elise used the opportunity to escape. Returning to the kitchen, she gripped the counter with both hands, breathing hard. Her ex-husband had been about to kiss her, and that was shock enough, but knowing she would've let him made her knees go weak.

Thankfully, she had something to occupy her hands. Elise finished the salad and vigorously stirred the tomato and meat sauce simmering on the stove. She then put on a large pot of water to boil the spaghetti noodles. Everything would go together in a casserole dish, along with the grated cheese.

When the garage door closed twenty minutes later, she sighed with relief; either Aurora or David was home.

It was her daughter who stepped in from the garage. When she saw that Elise had begun dinner, Aurora let out a cry of delight.

"Oh, Mom, thank you so much!" She hugged her mother tightly.

"Thank me for what?" she asked. "Dinner? I try to help as much as I can." As she spoke, she drained the spaghetti and assembled the ingredients, stirring in the cheese last.

"No, I mean, yes, thanks for that, but Mom, thank you for telling me about Bethanne. She's fabulous! She had a dozen different ideas, but we're going with the dinosaur motif." Beaming, she hugged her again. "Until I talked to her, I was planning to take everyone out for pizza and ice cream, and that would've been fine. But for the same amount of money, Luke is going to have a spectacular party that he'll always remember."

Elise's instincts had been right. Busy parents would be willing to pay for a party that was different and specially designed around their children's interests.

"Gayle from across the street went with me and she booked a party, too, even though Sonja's birthday isn't for another month."

"That's wonderful." Elise smiled broadly. Opening the oven door, she slid the round casserole dish inside.

"What's up?" Maverick asked, coming into the kitchen. His gaze went directly to Elise.

"One of the women in my knitting group needs a job. It's complicated," she said, not wanting to go into the long drawn-out story of why it was so important that Bethanne find employment.

"Gayle was so excited she called three friends on the drive home," Aurora explained.

"I'm so pleased," Elise murmured.

"You should be. Bethanne told me this was all your idea."

Elise blushed, and wanting to deflect the attention, said, "Dinner's almost ready."

"What are we having?" Luke asked suspiciously. He was the finicky eater in the family.

Maverick peered into the oven and turned to face his grandson. "It looks like worms and blood to me."

"Maverick Beaumont!" Elise cried, horrified he'd say such a thing.

Luke's eyes widened with delight as he raced into the other room to share the news with his brother.

"Better known as spaghetti pie," Maverick informed his daughter.

"Oh."

Elise smiled and admired Maverick for being so clever.

"I'll set the table," he offered.

"It's early yet," Aurora said. "Why don't you and Mom collect a bouquet of flowers from the backyard and I'll use them as a centerpiece. My roses are beautiful this summer."

Any other time, Elise would've objected and either given the task to Maverick or insisted on cutting the flowers herself. She should have then, but she didn't.

Together they went into the backyard, where Aurora's roses bloomed against the high wooden fence. For their first anniversary David had given her an antique rosebush and year after year it had flourished. Now, on this July afternoon, the fragrance of roses perfumed the air.

Elise