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  He took her hand. “Sweetheart, it turns out that she didn’t even know you were alive all these years—”

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  “What?” Kayla interrupted. “She gave birth to me!”

  “I’m going to tell you a story, a true story, most of which I heard for the first time yesterday. I know you’re going to have a lot of questions, and I want you to ask anything. Anything at all.”

  She took a deep breath, then stared at him as he recounted his relationship with Olivia when they were teenagers and then what William Sedgwick had done.

  “She was told I was dead?” Kayla whispered. “Oh my God.”

  “And I was told that your mother didn’t want anything to do with us,” he said. “Which wasn’t true.

  Olivia loved me then. And she loved you.”

  Kayla covered her face with her hands and cried.

  He held her. “I’m glad whatshisname is dead!” she screamed. “He deserves to be dead.”

  “Sweetheart, Oliv—your mother—is due here in about a half hour. Are you up for it? Or should I have her come tomorrow?”

  “Is she nice?” she asked.

  “Yesterday was the first time I’ve seen her in thirteen years, Kayla. But she was nice when I knew her.

  I was madly in love with her then.”

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Kayla said, pacing the room. She broke into a smile, then burst into tears. Then started laughing. Then another nervous round of “Oh my God.”

  “Kay? Are you all right?”

  “I have a mother,” she said, her expression happier than he’d ever seen. “I have a mother!”

  She flew into his arms and he held her close as she continued to cry and laugh and utter, “I have a mother. I have a mother like everyone else.”

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  Oh, Kayla, he thought, his heart twisting.

  The doorbell rang, and Kayla turned white. “I’m not ready! Tell her to come back in a half hour. I’m not ready! No, wait. I’m ready. Do I look okay?”

  “You look beautiful, Kayla,” he said.

  She smiled and took a deep breath and accompanied him to the door. But standing on the doorstep wasn’t Olivia.

  It was Marnie.

  “Kayla! How pretty you look!” Marnie exclaimed.

  And then her eyes zoomed right to the dining room table, where Kayla had set the stage for romance. “Expecting someone?” she asked, her eyes narrowed.

  “Olivia Sedgwick is coming for dinner,” Zach said.

  Marnie’s expression turned from hurt to anger to just peachy in seconds. “Just peachy” was a favorite expression of hers. “Well, I don’t want to intrude,” she said, hesitating.

  But an invitation to join them would not be forthcoming.

  “I’ll call you later, Marnie,” Zach said.

  She leaned close, pressing her breasts against him. “Please do,” she whispered in his ear, adding a twirl of her tongue, another of her favorite moves.

  Sometimes the hot breath shot straight to his groin.

  Now it did absolutely nothing. He hated playing games, and he felt like he was playing one right now, but he couldn’t exactly pull Marnie aside, tell her the truth, and let her know things would go on as they had been between the two of them. He had no idea if they would. He had no idea of anything right now.

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  Marnie was already back in her car and driving away when a car he didn’t recognize passed hers on the road. Olivia was behind the wheel. He hoped there hadn’t been another incident.

  “Here she comes,” Zach said. “You ready?”

  Kayla nodded.

  The conversation had exhausted Kayla. By ten, she’d fallen asleep on the couch. Olivia had told Kayla everything: finding out she was pregnant, her father’s reaction, the home for unwed mothers, believing that Zach had abandoned her, and being told that her baby had been stillborn.

  First Kayla had been angry, then moments later, the anger had been replaced by tears. “How could your own father have done this? Don’t you hate him?”

  Good question, Olivia had thought. “I need to sort out my feelings for my father and what he did.”

  “Well, I need to sort through my feelings about my mother, ” Kayla had said. “So I guess I can understand that.”

  It had been a breakthrough.

  “Aren’t you really, really mad at your father?”

  Kayla had asked. “I mean, how could you not be?”

  “You know what, Kayla?” Olivia had said. “One feeling overrides any other: joy at knowing that you’re alive.”

  Kayla had smiled. And she’d clearly had enough for one night. Before Olivia had returned from the kitchen with the two pies, Kayla had been snoring on the couch.

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  Zach had carried Kayla upstairs, and Olivia had followed, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

  “Can I tuck her in?” Olivia had asked. “For the first time?”

  He had smiled. “Go right ahead.”

  She had sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the pink comforter up, then just watched Kayla breathe for a minute, her chest rising and falling.

  You’re my daughter, she had thought, marveling at Kayla’s face, at her features, a combination of Zach and herself. She had Zach’s eyes and Olivia’s nose.

  Zach’s smile, and Olivia’s hair.

  From somewhere deep inside her, a feeling of love so strong had burst up, and tears had come to her eyes. “I’m so sorry I missed out on your child-hood,” she had whispered. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. And that you thought I didn’t want you.”

  She had felt a strong hand on her shoulder and turned; Zach had stood there.

  “You’re here now. That’s what matters. Today and the future.”

  She had nodded, unable to speak for a moment.

  “Thank you, Zach. I know how hard this must be for you, too. Suddenly sharing your daughter after thirteen years.”

  “It’s what I’ve always wanted, Olivia,” he had said.

  “For Kayla to have her mother too. How could I not want that for her?”

  She had smiled and glanced back at Kayla, who had snaked an arm around her Winnie the Pooh.

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  said. “It was a great start. She reacted so much better than I thought she might.”

  It still felt surreal to Olivia. She’d been talking to her own daughter. Her daughter. They would both need time to get to know each other, become familiar to each other. When Olivia had first come to the door tonight, she and Kayla had just stared at each other for a full minute, taking in each other’s faces, bodies, expressions, mannerisms. There was so much to see, let alone know.

  Olivia reluctantly stood, and she and Zach stepped out of the room. As they headed downstairs, she said, “Zach, there was another incident today.”

  “I had a bad feeling when I saw you pull up in a different car,” he said. “I meant to ask you about it, but with all that was going on with Kayla, it went out of my head. What happened?”

  “Someone slashed my tires and defaced my car window with another nasty note. This time it said,

  ‘Rich Bitch.’”

  Zach shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Who’s pulling these kinds of immature stunts?”

  “Maybe it’s Johanna. She told me she and my father were engaged, but according to Pearl, who seems quite the gossip, my father dated a different woman every time he came to Blueberry.”

  “Well, that wasn’t often,” Zach said. “I certainly never saw him around town. And I had to pass the house a few times. There were never signs of life.”

  “So is Johanna living in a fantasy world?” Olivia asked.

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  about,” Olivia said, hesitant about saying something at all. “Look, Zach, I feel really uncomfortable about even bringing this up, but Marnie does seem to have a problem with me.”

  Zach nodded. “Yes, I’d say she does. I don’t know if she’s capable of trashing your entryway and car, though. Doesn’t sound like her. I’ve seen her angry and frustrated and she’s never resorted to backhanded retaliation or subterfuge.”

  She’s probably never felt her relationship with you threatened before, Olivia wanted to say, but Zach headed into the kitchen to make coffee, and the subject of Marnie was most likely better left alone.

  In a few minutes, Zach returned with two mugs of coffee. He set them on the coffee table, then sat down next to her on the sofa. He was so close that their thighs could almost touch if she leaned over just a little. Which she wouldn’t, of course.

  But she wanted to.

  He glanced at her for a moment, and Olivia almost thought he might just reach over and kiss her, but he didn’t. He picked up his mug and sipped his coffee.

  I do want him to kiss me. More than anything, she realized. This was the first guy she’d ever loved.

  And what had torn them apart hadn’t been either of their faults.

  They were silent for a moment. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

  “I really want to get to the bottom of who’s leaving you these nasty notes,” he said. So much for him thinking the same thing. But she was touched that he cared. “I’ll stop by the police station and see what I can find out.”

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  “Thanks, Zach,” she said. “I also had a strange run-in at the General Store today. A woman I’ve never seen before stared at me with total disdain, then just turned and left when I said hello. Ten minutes later, my car was trashed.” Olivia described the woman as best as she could remember.

  “Sounds like Jacqueline McCord,” Zach said. “We grew up next door to each other. Her family barely had it together better than mine. I remember being eleven, twelve, and watching guys crawling in and out of her bedroom window. She got pregnant at sixteen and dropped out of high school, and I never saw another guy around her house after that. When I was sixteen, she showed up in my bedroom when no one was home and told me I could do anything I wanted to her. She’s four years older, so I have no idea why she’d be interested in a high school kid. I lied and told her I had a girlfriend, and she got enraged.” He shook his head.

  “What happened?”

  “She said a high school girl could never satisfy me the way she could, a woman. She lifted up her sweater and showed me her breasts, as though I wouldn’t be able to resist. So I told her I would never cheat on my girlfriend, and she told me I was a loser and left. She replayed that scenario at least ten times until I left Blueberr y. And then when I came back five years later with Kayla, she tried ever ything to get closer to me—volunteering to baby-sit, be Kayla’s nanny, always bringing over dinners in Tupperware. Once she even came over in nothing but a raincoat and said, “This is all I have left to entice you,” and held open her raincoat. She was buck naked.”

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  Olivia recalled how attractive Jacqueline was, even with a murderous expression. “What did you do?”

  “I pulled her coat closed and told her that I thought she was a beautiful woman, but that I couldn’t possibly get involved, what with having a five-year-old and starting up my career, and that I thought too highly of her to take advantage of her.”

  “That sounds nice,” Olivia said.

  “I thought so, but she told me that she wanted me to take advantage of her. That’s when things turned ugly. She started screaming that I thought I was better than she was since I’d left Blueberry and come back with a college degree. It took a while for me to calm her down.”

  “Have you spoken since?” Olivia asked.

  “I’m always polite to her when I see her in town, but she glares at me and huffs away.”

  Olivia took a sip of her coffee. “Well, if she gave me the evil eye because she’s seen us together, she must really stare down Marnie.”

  Zach smiled. “She does. But there’s little Marnie’s afraid of. She marched up to Jacqueline the first time Jacqueline stared her up and down and told her off.”

  “So Marnie does have a hot temper?”

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  each other last night, as a matter of fact, after I left your house.”

  “I know,” Olivia said, offering a hint of a smile.

  “In fact, Marnie can still—and I quote—‘feel the impression of the steering wheel against my back.’”

  Zach looked shocked. “She told you that?”

  “I ran into her this morning.”

  Zach shook his head. “How does our sex life possibly work its way into conversation with someone she just met the evening before?”

  “I think she’s just trying to tell me that you’re hers.”

  He let out a deep breath. “I don’t know if I’m hers. I don’t know anything right now.”

  “I can understand that,” she said. “I gave you quite a shock.”

  He glanced at her. “You did at that, Olivia.”

  For a moment they were silent.

  “Zach, if it’s all right with you, I’d like to spend some time with Kayla tomorrow. Maybe I can take her out to breakfast and tell her I’ll be coordinating the pageant.” She froze. “Oh, no. The pageant.

  I’ll need to tell Pearl that I’m Kayla’s mother. I don’t know if she’ll allow me to coordinate under that circumstance.”

  “Well, let’s see what she says. It’s not as though you’re judging the pageant. And taking Kayla out to breakfast sounds great. You don’t even have to be too early. She’s suspended from school for a few days.”

  “You mentioned that at Barker’s,” she said. “What did she do?”

  “She was caught smoking—for the second time.”

  “Smoking!” Olivia couldn’t believe it. Smoking at thirteen?

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  Zach sighed. “We had a long talk. She’s grounded—

  her third or fourth grounding this month alone. “The Inner-Beauty Pageant couldn’t have come up at a better time. I think it’ll do a lot of my work for me.”

  Olivia nodded and sipped her coffee. “I can only imagine how tough it must be to raise an adoles-cent girl. I agree that the pageant will do so much good for Kayla. It asks girls to really focus on who they are inside. And for young girls just forming their identities, like Kayla, you’re right that it couldn’t have come into her life at a better time.”

  They each ruminated on that for a moment, and then Zach got up to refill their mugs. She couldn’t possibly ask for a third cup, but she’d take any excuse not to leave. Being in this room, in this house, with Zach, with her daughter— her daughter! —

  sleeping upstairs—it was like a dream from which she never wanted to awaken.

  “You’re welcome to the spare bedroom if you don’t want to go home,” Zach said, reading her mind. “Two incidents at the cottage in as many days—I’m not too comfortable with you there overnight alone.”

  She was so surprised that he did care about her that she almost dropped her cup. In a moment, he was beside her on the couch, steadying her hand.

  His hand felt so good on hers. She closed her eyes to savor it, and then she felt his lips on hers. She opened her
eyes, amazed to discover she wasn’t imagining it. Or dreaming. He held her gaze, giving her the opportunity to say no.

  “I must be crazy,” he said. “Because things are crazy enough right now. But I’ve been wanting to do that for two hours.”

  “Me too,” she whispered.

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  “I remember our first kiss,” he said. “On the beach, at night. The warm July wind blowing your hair all around. I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.”

  She smiled, the image of Zach at seventeen filling her mind. “I thought the same about you.”

  “I couldn’t believe you were really interested in me.

  But it wasn’t like I had anything but myself to offer you, so I figured you must actually like me for me.”

  She laughed. “I did.”

  And then she kissed him, tentatively, questioningly. Giving him the out, time to change his mind, tell her it was crazy to do this with everything else that was going on.

  But he slid his arms around her, pulling her closer, his chest crushing against hers. He kissed her the way he used to, with all the passion inside him, kisses that always led to their making love.

  He pulled away and looked at her, and for a moment, she was looking at the Zach she’d loved so much. He took her hand and led her to the room off the living room. It was a spare bedroom, with French doors, which he closed behind them, then locked.

  He pressed her against the doors in another kiss, his hands unbuttoning her blouse and then making quick work of her bra. He groaned at the sight of her breasts and cupped them, teasing her nipples until her legs almost buckled. He undid the snap of her pants and slid them down her hips and thighs, then used a finger to ease off her panties.

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  the bed, his hands and mouth roaming every inch of her until she almost screamed.

  “Now, Zach,” she breathed, unable to wait a moment more.

  He reached for his pants and removed a condom from his wallet. She didn’t care that last night he might very well have been making love to Marnie on this very rug. She only wanted him inside her.