No One But You. Jillian Hart

light. Honestly.” She squeezed her friend’s hand, glad for Sunni’s friendship. Wyatt was the past. But this day, this moment? It was a gift, and Mariah was deeply grateful to Nellie’s for it. The women’s shelter in Toronto was full of wonderful people who had been there when she and Jake needed them desperately. The shelter she’d founded and ran here in Buffalo was fashioned after Nellie’s. Thanks to Wyatt, her dreams for expanding Mary’s Place were coming true.

      “Well, I think he’s really something,” Sunni gushed. “So down-to-earth. Not to mention incredibly good-looking.”

      “I know where you’re going with this.” Mariah turned and waved at the reporter waiting for her. The sun had disappeared behind gathering clouds. “I’m not going to see him again, and even if I did accidentally bump into him, I’m not interested.”

      “Just hear me out. You’ve been single a long time. There are good men out there. I’m thinking Wyatt Royce might be one of them.”

      Sunni didn’t know him like Mariah did. A drop of rain fell, brushing her cheek as she glanced over her shoulder. No sign of Wyatt. She’d lost him in the crowd. Emotion lodged in her throat, feeling strangely like loss.

      How foolish was that? There was no way she and Wyatt were ever meant to be.

      Chapter Two

      “Mom, it’s time to go or we’ll be late.” Jake strode into the kitchen dressed in his team sweats, dragging his duffel with him.

      Mariah turned her attention back to stacking plates in the dishwasher. “I’m ready. All I need is my coat. Do you have all your stuff?”

      “Yep. I triple-checked. Guess what I found?” Something clanked against the counter. A flash of silver caught her eye.

      Ugh, no. She groaned. Not that picture from high school. She refused to look at it. “I should have tossed that thing ages ago. I don’t know why I didn’t. It’s just one I’d forgotten about.”

      “Like I buy that.” Jake hooked his gym bag over his shoulder and grabbed his coat. “I think he still likes you.”

      “What a thing to say! Wyatt Royce was over me long ago, I assure you.” She dried her hands on the towel slung over the oven door handle. “Why are you so interested, anyway?”

      “Curiosity, Mom.” There was a tell-tale sparkle in his eyes. “I can’t picture it. You, my age? It boggles.”

      “Why? You’ve gone through the yearbooks. You’ve seen those pictures of me as a teenager.”

      “Yeah, but pictures don’t tell the whole story.” He led the way through the house. “Mr. Royce would know all the good stuff about you.”

      “There is no good stuff. Just boring, straight-A me.” She wriggled into her jacket, remembering the girl she’d been, so in love with Wyatt. After a few quick months, they’d broken up and he’d left town.

      “Not going to believe that for a second, Mom. I looked him up on the internet.”

      “You what?”

      “It’s no big deal.” Her son bounced out into the crisp night. “Not unless you still like him.”

      “No! Absolutely not.” She closed and locked the door. “How could you do such a thing?”

      “It was easy. I just typed his name into a search engine.”

      “Funny. That’s not what I meant.”

      “It’s no big deal, Mom,” Jake repeated, circling around the SUV parked in their driveway. “He’s megarich. He was on the cover of last month’s Financial Weekly magazine. FYI, he’s not married.”

      “That’s information I don’t need to know.” Honestly. She hit the remote and the locks popped. “Get in, smarty.”

      “Hey, I’m just making conversation.” Jake dropped into the front passenger seat. “I saw the way his eyes got all bright and shiny when he looked at you.”

      She settled behind the wheel. “Must have been an optical illusion.”

      “Yeah, right.” Her son rolled his eyes. “I’m thinking he’s interested. Hey, you could have married him instead. That makes him my almost-dad. Funny, right?”

      “Really hilarious.” The engine roared to life. She shifted into Reverse and twisted in her seat. Of all the people she could have run into today, why did it have to be Wyatt? Headlights shot through the darkness, so she waited for the approaching car to pass. It pulled up short and swung into the driveway next door.

      Looked like the Lindstroms were home. Mariah backed into the street in a quick arc, spotting the family emerging from their vehicle. Tension radiated from the husband like heat from a fire, and his wife walked behind him, silent, her head down. Their young daughter trailed behind, her footsteps dragging. It wasn’t the first time Mariah had noticed the family’s deep unhappiness. She had caught Lyn crying, hands to her face, on her back deck last week, and had gone over to help.

      That used to be me. She gripped the steering wheel, gave the car a little gas and zipped by the house. One last glance at the husband, hands fisted at his sides, brought it all back. Jasper’s anger, Jasper’s misery. Living like a second-class citizen in her own home.

      She would never trust a man, she vowed as she nosed the car down the street. Not ever again.

      * * *

      He couldn’t get Mariah out of his head. He hated that he’d upset her. She’d tried to hide it, but couldn’t, not from him. Wyatt stared out the condominium’s windows at the city lights sparkling in the dark.

      “What do you think of the property?” The Realtor’s high heels tapped on the marble as she sashayed into view. “It’s a quality building in a good location. The bank is willing to negotiate. High-end real estate like this is hard for them to unload.”

      “It’s a good deal.” He took another look around the cavernous, high-ceilinged living room. It was just what he’d been looking for…but it wasn’t what he wanted.

      “We can write up an offer and see if we can nudge the asking price.” Lauren, the Realtor, tapped closer. “We won’t know until we try. Should I get my paperwork?”

      “No. This isn’t the right place for me.”

      “Then I have three more properties to show you tonight. Maybe one of them will be just perfect.”

      “Hmm.” Noncommittal, he ambled across the room, his steps echoing. He’d been putting off buying a place to live for years, ever since Delanie had asked him to move out of their Manhattan home. It had been hotel living since then. “I’d like to look at some houses.”

      “But you were quite clear—“

      “I know, I was, and you’ve selected some fine properties to show me, but I’ve changed my mind.” Maybe seeing Mariah today was what had done it, along with her son and his talk of basketball. Wyatt had been wanting to join a league. Maybe it would be nice to have his own court and shoot hoops in his backyard. A little grass, a few trees, something that could be a real home.

      If he could ever find that again, that is.

      Mariah. There he went, thinking of her once more. It looked as if she had a good life. A great kid, an impressive job and a dedication to the shelter he found most admirable. Seeing her today—

      “Mr. Royce?” Lauren’s voice sharpened, finally snaring his attention.

      “Sorry.” He shook his head, scattering his thoughts, but those of Mariah didn’t budge.

      “Give me a minute with my laptop and I’ll find you a few houses to see.” Intent on her work, the Realtor pulled a small computer from her bag and set it on the marble counter of the kitchen island.

      Was he really