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but, beginning the night he had told her he was leaving, she'd given it free rein. She liked nothing better than to take her ex-husband to bed in the middle of a hot afternoon. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. If anyone ever learned about this secret part of her nature, she'd die of mortification. She'd simply die.

She loved how much Maverick loved her. All they needed was each other. And yet...could they live with each other?

Elise was afraid that joining her life with his would end the same way it had before. It was inevitable that he'd succumb to his compulsion to gamble again, and she couldn't handle that.

Despite her hopes, it wasn't Maverick at the door. "Bethanne!" Elise held open the screen door. Something must be very wrong, because her friend was so pale. "Come in, come in."

"I hope you don't mind me just showing up like this."

"Of course not." Elise led the way to the living room. She offered to make coffee or tea, but Bethanne declined with a quick shake of her head.

Bethanne sat down on the sofa, plucking a tissue from her purse. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry and look at me. I haven't said a word and I'm already an emotional wreck."

Elise sat across from her. "Start at the beginning. Tell me exactly what happened."

Bethanne bit her trembling lower lip. "I - I've been to six banks now, and each one rejected my loan application." While Elise listened, Bethanne reviewed the first five banks and the rejections, which were all because she was considered a poor loan risk.

"Then I talked to Lydia, and she mentioned a neighborhood bank that gave her a loan recently. She told me there were things about her history that made her look like a poor risk, too. On paper, anyway. But you and I both know that Lydia's a fabulous businessperson. She has more financial sense in her little finger than I do in my entire body. But I'm willing to learn."

"Of course you can learn," Elise assured her. She couldn't remember ever seeing Bethanne this upset - not even when she'd first talked about the divorce. "Did you apply with this bank Lydia recommended?" she asked.

Bethanne nodded. "At Lydia's insistence, I used her as a reference." She stopped talking long enough to blow her nose. "I just heard back from them yesterday afternoon. After a lot of debate, they decided to refuse me the loan. Elise," she cried, "I don't know what to do."

If Elise had the money herself, she'd lend it to her. In some ways, she felt responsible; she'd been the one to suggest the party business and she was proud of Bethanne's success.

"How can I help?" she asked.

Bethanne took a moment to collect herself. "Just by listening to me," she whispered, unable to keep the emotion out of her voice. "I...I admire you so much and I'm so grateful I met you."

"Me?" Elise blushed at the praise. All she'd ever done was encourage Bethanne. Elise had been a single mother herself, and knew the hardships that entailed.

"Oh, Elise, you're such a good friend."

Now it was her turn to tear up. Naturally, she'd had friends through the years, but she'd come to realize that those relationships were superficial. There was no real grief in leaving them behind. Somehow, it was different with the knitting group. Her reserve had slowly begun to dissolve; she even found herself talking about Maverick. Of course, she hadn't shared the fact that they were sleeping together - that was far too intimate a detail - but she wouldn't be surprised if her friends had guessed. Until this summer she'd hardly ever mentioned his name.

"I found out something wonderful about Lydia," Bethanne said. "One time she told me she didn't owe a single penny to anyone. She was proud of that. All the yarn in her store's paid for and - until she got this loan - she was pretty well debt-free."

Elise nodded; she approved of doing business on a pay-as-you-go basis. Far too many young people got caught in the credit trap. It was too easy to use a credit card and pay later. Except that the debt always grew so much faster than anyone seemed to expect. She'd seen it with her own daughter and son-in-law, warned them as gently as she could and then shut up.

"I didn't want to ask Lydia why she needed a loan. But later Margaret pulled me aside and said Lydia had given the