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  That thought brought her back to his presence here and she still cringed when she considered it. Had she really believed he’d come back of his own free will, aided by Emily’s helpful manipulations?

  Yes, pathetic as it was to admit, she’d really believed it. “Mom.” Emily bounced into her studio. She’d just walked the dog with Mel and was back, healthy and safe.

  Rachel had never thought of South Village as a dangerous place, especially on a Sunday afternoon…until now. She’d never thought a lot of things until now, with Ben back.

  God, he needed to get out of her life. “Hey, baby.” Unable to help herself, she held out her arms, holding her breath until Emily walked into them, letting Rachel hug and kiss her for a long moment. Ben had assured her that Emily was as safe as she could be, but Rachel doubted she’d ever relax again. She’d ordered Mace to keep with her and, holding Emily, her precious baby, she wished she’d bought a gun instead.

  In her arms, Emily squirmed and reluctantly Rachel let her loose.

  Pulling away, Emily grinned, one of those open and fancy grins Rachel hadn’t seen in a while. “Guess what, Mom?”

  “You planned another embarrassing fake dinner date?”

  She had the good grace to blush over that. “Um, no. That sort of idea shouldn’t be repeated.”

  “Thankfully.”

  “I’m going to stop bugging you to homeschool me.”

  This was a first, and a moment that should have been cause for joy. But Rachel had been considering doing exactly that, homeschooling Emily, until Asada was caught. “Why the change of heart?”

  “Okay, don’t freak.”

  Uh-oh.

  “There’s this boy…”

  A boy. She’d been so locked up in the unbelievable nightmare of her life, she’d forgotten…Emily’s life hadn’t changed. “Is he cute?”

  “Mom!”

  “What?”

  “We’re just friends! Jeez!”

  Rachel laughed. “Friends is good.”

  “Oh, goody! Are we talking boys?” Melanie walked into the studio wearing a pair of black hip-hugging jeans and a red bandanna as a top. “But I gotta tell you, sugar, boys make really crappy friends.” She caught Rachel’s long gaze over Emily’s head. “What? They do. Never trust a guy,” Mel said to Emily. “Never.”

  The phone rang. With a sigh, Rachel punched speaker. “Hello?”

  “So…how’s Gracie?” Gwen’s gravelly voice boomed into the room, so gravelly Rachel could almost smell the cigarette smoke. “I was thinking I could come by and pick her up.”

  “Gwen, I…don’t have anything for you.” Rachel sighed when both Mel and Emily looked at her in surprise. She couldn’t blame them, she’d been disappearing into this very room every day, even today, a Sunday. If she wasn’t working on Gracie, what was she doing?

  She had no idea.

  “Rachel, you’re not still entertaining that silly notion of giving up on Gracie are you?”

  Rachel rolled her eyes heavenward. “I’ll call you, Gwen.”

  “But—”

  Rachel disconnected. Smiled shakily at Emily and Mel, who were still staring at her.

  “You’re giving up the biggest paycheck you’ve ever had?” Mel asked. “Why?”

  “I didn’t say I was giving it up.”

  “Mom, I thought you loved Gracie.”

  “Oh, for God’s sake.” Rachel forced a laugh. “You’re all talking about Gracie like she is real.”

  “Mom.”

  Rachel sighed. How to explain that she was no longer creatively stimulated by the very thing that used to be her life? That she wanted to go in a new direction, that she had this deep burning desire—a desire she hadn’t felt since Ben had been in her life way back when—to make a difference?

  He did that to her, she knew now. He fed her passion.

  Damn him. “Sometimes,” she said carefully. “A person has to stretch herself or move on.”

  “But…” Emily looked confused. “If you stop working, what will that mean? Will we have to move?”

  “No.”

  “Don’t be stupid, Rach. You’re not giving up Gracie,” Mel said. “That’s just crazy.”

  Rachel ignored that and reached for Emily’s hand. “The truth is things aren’t the same for me anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but nothing will change for you, okay? No moving.”

  “Em…” Melanie was watching Rachel as if she were a live cannon about to go off. “Give your mom and me a minute.”

  “You just want to talk about something good.”

  “Emily.”

  “Fine. Whatever! Don’t include me, I don’t care.” The door slammed behind her.

  “That’ll cost you,” warned Rachel.

  “I can deal with her. What I can’t deal with is you being skimpy on the details.”

  “Mel—”

  “Friday night at the movies, Em told me about her little stunt. Getting Ben here without either of you knowing. Keeping him here by binding him to a promise to stay until you’re better. And she told me about the dinner date that night, too, the little weasel. Good thing she’s so cute.” She looked Rachel over very carefully. “So…you didn’t say all weekend…how did that go?”

  “What?”

  “Cut the innocent crap, sis. The dinner with Ben. It’s Sunday. I’m leaving in a few. The least you can do is tell me how long it took you to figure out you’d been set up by a twelve-year-old.”

  “Longer than you might think, actually.”

  Mel raised a carefully plucked brow. “You really thought he’d set up a date with you?”

  “And he thought the same of me,” she said, feeling defensive and unhappy about it.

  “So what happened? You guys take a stroll down memory lane or what?”

  Rachel thought of the things that had taken her down memory lane. The embraces, the kisses. The yearning for more. “Uh…”

  Mel gaped. “My God. You’re blushing. What the hell did the two of you do anyway, knock it out right there in the garden? Hope you were smart enough not to break the condom this time.”

  “Mel!”

  “Sorry.” She actually looked it, too, which was a shock. “I guess I’m just floored the two of you are getting along, when for years I’ve been doing the traveling between the two of you, taking Em—”

  “I know.” Rachel covered her tired eyes with her fingers. “I know,” she said again, more softly. “And we’re grateful—”

  “You’re even speaking for him now, huh?”

  Rachel had no idea what had caused this mood of Mel’s, but she didn’t have time for it. “Do you want to know what happened between us or not?”

  “Sure, if you were stupid enough to do anything with the man who walks around here shimmering with resentment and dying to get the hell back to whatever far corner of the earth he came from.”

  If that didn’t put it into perspective… “There are mitigating circumstances.”

  “Do tell.”

  Careful to keep all personal details out of it—including the numerous mind-numbing, bone-melting kisses—Rachel told her about Manuel Asada. About the extradition, his escape. Her accident. The letters, everything.

  “Holy shit,” Mel kept saying over and over again. “Holy double shit.”

  “So now you know why he’s here,” Rachel said. “And it’s not out of a misguided attempt to pick up where we left off, so stop referring to it that way.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “You’ve said that.”

  “I’m not leaving.”

  “Yes, you are. You’ll lose your job if you’re not back for work tomorrow. I’m fine here. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Yeah.” Mel got to the door, then came back for a long, bone-crunching hug. They’d never said the words I love you. They didn’t say them now, though that wasn’t really surprising, as Rachel had never said those words to a single soul except Emily.

  Not once…

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