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her.”

      “You talked to her?” Mack said incredulously. “You had an actual conversation with Bree O’Brien, the woman of your dreams, the woman you’ve never gotten out of your head?”

      “And you never said a word to us?” Will added, radiating indignation. “Didn’t you think it was worth a mention, at least?”

      “Not really.”

      “When did this happen?” Mack asked.

      “What did she say?” Will wanted to know.

      “And what did you say to her?” Mack asked.

      Jake shook his head. “You two sound like a couple of amateur reporters for the local weekly. It was no big deal.” Which, of course, was the biggest whopper he’d ever uttered as an adult.

      “Do you believe him?” Will asked Mack.

      “Not for one second. He’s either delusional or putting on a show for our benefit.”

      “I thought Will was the shrink,” Jake said irritably to Mack. “Now you’re one, too?”

      “I’m as intuitive as the next guy,” Mack responded.

      “Which means not at all,” Jake snapped back. “Can we drop this?”

      “Since you and Bree are so chummy again all of a sudden, do you know what she’s planning to do?” Will asked Jake.

      “She mentioned she might stick around. That was the sum total of the conversation. Believe me, I had no interest in having a long heart-to-heart with her.” Sleeping with her, now that interested him, but he was pretty sure this was the worst possible time to mention that.

      “I might know something,” Mack admitted. “I was with Susie the other night.”

      Jake and Will both stared at him with shock.

      “You and Susie O’Brien? Since when?” Will demanded.

      “It wasn’t a big deal,” Mack said, though the faint reddening of his ears said otherwise. “I ran into her. We had a couple of drinks.”

      “Well, well, well,” Jake began, amused. “And you two thought I was holding out. Last time I checked, Susie O’Brien had told you hell would freeze over before she ever accepted a date with the likes of you.”

      “Which is why this wasn’t a date,” Mack explained patiently. “It was a couple of drinks. Not a date.”

      “Who paid?” Will asked.

      “I did,” Mack said. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

      Jake lifted a brow at that, but Will was grinning.

      “Sounds like a date to me,” Will said. He glanced at Jake. “You?”

      “I’d call it a date,” Jake concurred, so happy to have the attention shifted to another of the O’Brien women he would have called it anything anyone wanted him to just to prolong the conversation.

      Mack glared at both of them. “Do you want to hear what I found out about Bree or not?”

      “Not,” Jake said at once.

      “Don’t listen to him,” Will commanded. “Talk. He needs to know what’s going on, whether he’ll admit that or not.”

      “Bree rented the empty space two doors down from here. For two years.”

      Jake swallowed hard and tried not to let his immediate sense of panic show. Two years? A lease? This couldn’t be good. He’d reconciled himself to running into her for a few more weeks, maybe even a couple of months, but he’d convinced himself she’d go running back to Chicago and her boyfriend there sooner or later. He’d banked on sooner. Later was bad. Very, very bad. Two years was an eternity of keeping his defenses up.

      He bolted from the booth. “I need to get back to work,” he declared, throwing a handful of bills on the table. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

      “Well, he took that news well,” Will said loudly as Jake was fleeing.

      Mack’s voice carried even more clearly. “No big deal, wasn’t that what he said?” He laughed. “I told you the man was delusional.”

      Jake sighed. He wasn’t delusional. He was in more trouble than he’d been in for six long years, and the only way he could think to get out of it was to get a red-headed vixen out of town before she drove him out of what was left of his ever-loving mind.

       5 _____

      Megan found herself worrying about Bree for several days after Mick left. It was par for the course that after not getting his way about luring her back to Chesapeake Shores, he’d forgotten all about the fact that he’d used their daughter’s problems as bait. She supposed he’d call again or turn up in New York whenever it suited him, oblivious to his lack of consideration in not checking in to reassure her about Bree. Or maybe he’d assumed she would call, if she cared. It would be just like him to wait her out as some kind of perverse test.

      Annoyed no matter which tactic he was employing, she picked up the phone and dialed the once-familiar number at the house in Maryland. Nell answered on the first ring. Megan could envision her in the kitchen, her morning cup of tea and a freshly baked scone in front of her.

      Oh, how she’d missed those scones and their morning chats when she’d fled to New York. Before that, when Nell had been living in her own small cottage designed by Mick, she’d walked over nearly every day with freshly baked scones for the two of them to share while they talked about anything and everything.

      Nell had been far more than a mother-in-law. She’d been a friend, though the one topic that had been off-limits was Megan’s frustration with Mick’s increasingly long absences. Nell would have understood, but Megan hadn’t felt it fair to drag her into the middle of their problems.

      Instead, she’d wound up leaving Nell to care for her children. It had never been her intention, but she couldn’t help noting the irony in it.

      “Megan!” Nell said, sounding vaguely wary, but definitely not surprised. “How are you?”

      “Doing well, and you?”

      “Never better. I imagine you called to speak to …” Her voice trailed off.

      Megan chuckled at her confusion. “It is a puzzle, isn’t it?” she replied. “It’s not as though I’ve stayed in touch with anyone there in any sort of predictable way.”

      “The truth is, at first I assumed you’d called to speak to Abby, but of course you’d call her on her cell or at the new house or at her office. Is it Mick you’re calling for?”

      “Actually, I wanted to talk to you,” Megan said, deciding to take advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself. She wanted to make amends to this woman who’d always been so kind to her. The overture was long overdue. “We didn’t get much time alone when I was there for the opening of the inn. You were unhappy I’d come, weren’t you?”

      “At first,” Nell admitted in her typically blunt way. “But the visit went smoothly enough. I saw you were making an effort.”

      “I was. I wanted it to be a first step with my children and with you. I know you were furious with me when I divorced Mick and left town.”

      “Not furious,” Nell claimed. “Disappointed, and it was about the children, not me or even my son. I knew as well as anyone why you felt you needed to leave Mick. It saddened me that it had to come to that, but I couldn’t blame you.”

      “Have I ever told you how grateful I am that the children had you?”

      “They should have had their mother,” Nell said fiercely.

      Though the remark stung, Megan agreed with her. “Yes,