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for you as well?”
    “I don’t need anyone,” he declared flatly.
    “We all need someone. If I haven’t taught you that, then I’ve failed you miserably.”
    “ You don’t seem to need anyone.”
    “But I have memories,” she said sadly. “Wonderful memories.”
    “And those keep you warm at night?”
    “They bring me peace,” she said. “Life is for living, darling. Never forget that.”
    “Unless fate steps in,” he said. “Tricky thing, fate. You never quite know when it’s going to bite you in the butt.”
    She sighed, her expression suddenly nostalgic. “No, you don’t, do you?”
    Ben seized on the rare hint of melancholy in her voice. “You’re thinking about what you gave up to come and take care of us, aren’t you?” he said.
    “You say that as if I have regrets. It wasn’t a sacrifice,” she insisted, just as she had on so many past occasions. “I did what I had to do. You boys have brought nothing but joy into my life.”
    “But nothing to equal the man you left behind,” he pressed, wishing for once she would share that part of her life. If he had his hang-ups, they were nothing next to the secrets that Destiny clung to and kept hidden from them.
    “Water under the bridge,” she insisted. “I have no regrets, and that’s the point. People move forward, take risks, let people in. Holing up and protecting your heart doesn’t keep you safe. It keeps you lonely.” She gave him one of her trademark penetrating, steady looks. “I could give you Kathleen’s phone number, if you like.”
    “I’m surprised you haven’t had it tattooed to my hand while I slept.”
    “Tattoos are too tacky,” she teased. “Besides, if I happen to be wrong just this once, I’d hate for you to have to explain it away the rest of your life.”
    Ben grinned despite his exasperation. “I love you, you know that, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said, her expression totally serene. “And in the end you’ll do what I expect. You always do.”
    Sadly, she had that right. He could call Kathleen Dugan in the morning or he could hold out against the inevitable. In the end, though, he would see her again. Kiss her again.
    He just wanted to make sure it was on his own terms.

Chapter Four
    B y noon on Friday, Kathleen’s gallery was packed with customers who’d read a review of Boris’s work in the morning paper. As Destiny had expected, the critic had raved about his bold style and predicted great things. Collectors who’d left without buying or even expressing much interest at the opening were now eagerly lining up to pay the premium prices Kathleen had put on tags the instant she’d seen the review. At this rate, the show would be a sell-out before the end of the day.
    Which meant she would have to find another artist for the schedule, she realized as an image of Ben’s painting slipped into her head. It would be awfully convenient if she could talk him into an immediate showing, but the likelihood of that was somewhere between slim and none. Winning him over was going to taketime, patience and persistence, something she didn’t have at the moment.
    She’d just written up her last sale of the morning and drawn a deep breath at the prospect of a midday lull, when Destiny breezed into the gallery, resplendent in a trim red coat with a fake-fur collar and a matching hat.
    “Good morning, Kathleen,” she said, her gaze going to the walls, where red Sold stickers were on more than half of the price tags. Her expression immediately brightened. “Didn’t I tell you that a favorable review would turn the tide for Boris? The show is obviously a resounding success, after all.”
    “It is,” Kathleen said happily. “Now if only I had something to replace it, once the buyers come back to claim their pieces. I’ve been able to hold most of them off for the next week, but after that these walls could be bare.” She gave Destiny a sly look. “I don’t suppose you’d like to help me out?”
    “You