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and the cupboards went empty. Dad and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it. He remarried a year later. I guess desperate situations call for desperate measures, huh?”
    Mya studied Elle’s features, one by one. She was extremely thin, her face pale in the dim light. Her short blond hair was tousled, her brown eyes expressive. “So you have a stepmother.”
    “You’d recognize her relatives from the movies. They wore pointy hats, kept flying monkeys for pets, and one of her sisters perished when a house fell on her somewhere above Kansas.”
    Mya bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Not a lot of love lost there, I take it.”
    “I despise my stepmother.”
    “Despising people comes naturally to the Donahue women.”
    They shared their first genuine smile. A moment later Elle looked away.
    “She and my dad have two kids of their own now. He spends a lot of time at the office. I would, too, if I were him.”
    Why, Mya thought, couldn’t life ever be easy, or at least fair? Since she knew firsthand that wishing was a worthless pastime, she prepared for the inevitable questions.
    “When you and Jeffrey get married, it’ll be your first time?” Elle asked.
    Mya answered cautiously, for it wasn’t the question she’d been expecting. “It will be the first marriage for both of us, yes.”
    Running her finger along the edge of the pillow, Elle said, “He’s not bad-looking, if you like jocks. And he’ll probably pull in good money.”
    The white cat pushed the door open with his head then sat near the wall, judiciously surveying the scene. Of the three cats, he was the friendliest. Although Elle hadn’t admitted it, she enjoyed his company. She slid one hand along the bedspread, wiggling a finger. He took the bait, jumping onto the bed as if all four feet had springs. It tookonly a few sniffs to make an assessment and deem her trustworthy before he curled into a ball at her knees.
    “Casper likes you,” Mya said.
    “Casper.” Elle snorted, but she petted the overweight cat. “Don’t you think it’s weird for a man to have three cats?”
    “They were strays.” Mya couldn’t help wondering if that was how Jeffrey saw her.
    “He doesn’t seem like your type.”
    Tucking her dressing gown around her legs, Mya said, “You’re as bad as Claire. Jeff’s made me see reason so many times. I don’t smoke anymore. I rarely swear. I haven’t even given other drivers the finger in ages.”
    “So you’re marrying him because he makes you see reason?”
    “Of course that’s not why I’m marrying him.”
    “Then you’re madly in love with him?”
    Mya wished it was easier to nod.
    Elle looked over at Kaylie. “I thought I was in love with Kaylie’s father, but he cleared out as soon as the wand turned blue. Good riddance.”
    “He sounds like a fool.”
    “Yeah,” Elle said. “Your mother said the Donahue women don’t make good choices when it comes to men.”
    Their gazes met, held.
    “Is that what my birth father was?” Elle whispered. “A bad choice?”
    Outside, a branch scraped against the siding. Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked. A few feet away, Kaylie made noises in her sleep. Elle didn’t move a muscle, and looked as if she could wait all night if she had to. Mya knew she’d waited long enough.
    They both had.

CHAPTER 4
    “H is name was Dean Laker.” His name rolled off Mya’s tongue as if it hadn’t been nineteen years since every other word had been Dean.
    “Was?” Elle whispered.
    “Is. His name is Dean Laker.” Time obscured many things, but it hadn’t dulled her memory of him, tall and lanky, stubborn and proud, impatient with life but not with her, cocky and arrogant, except the day he’d gone to see her when it was all over. It wasn’t the first time he’d told her to go to hell, but it was the first time she’d seen him cry.
    “I met Dean when my mother and I moved to Keepers Island when I was nine. His was the first face I saw when I walked into that