Life Happens. Sandra Steffen

the way I feel about you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He slid his hands down her back, drawing her against him. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re sexy as hell. Something that happened to you when you were a kid doesn’t change any of that.”

      “It wasn’t something that happened to me. I wasn’t run over by an 18-wheeler or struck by lightning. It was something I did, a portion of my life I lived.”

      “Potato, po-tah-to.”

      “Now you sound like Claire.”

      “That hurts. My parents want to meet you.”

      She blinked. “They do?”

      “I think you’d better find out what Eleanor’s after. She probably just wants to know her medical history, now that she has a kid of her own. No sense getting bent out of shape until we know what we’re dealing with, right?”

      Bent out of shape?

      For some reason, Mya couldn’t get comfortable in his arms. She couldn’t find that safe place, that warm sense of being home. He kissed a path along her neck. Normally, she responded to the sensation. Tonight, she wondered what he would look like bent out of shape and thoroughly ticked off. She reminded herself of the anger-management classes she’d taken, and the self-help books she’d read. Jeffrey was sane and rational, and this was how sane and rational people dealt with life’s issues. Sanely and rationally.

      “Jeff.” She stepped out of his arms. “Someone could come in.”

      He released a long sigh, but he followed her toward the door. “What are you going to do?”

      Until that moment, she hadn’t a clue. Bending down for her purse and jacket, she said, “I’m going to pick up a pizza.” The statement was delivered in a tone of voice that encouraged him to go ahead and make something of it.

      He didn’t, of course.

      As she left the building, Mya wondered what Dr. Phil would say about the fact that she was disappointed. In the pit of her stomach she knew it wasn’t sane or rational.

      Maybe she hadn’t come so far after all.

      CHAPTER 3

       E lle entered Brynn’s through the front door the following morning. Mya was busy with a customer who kept commenting on her hair. Elle didn’t know what that was all about, but she hiked Kaylie higher on her hip and waited. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. Mya rang up the sale, placed the purchases in a lime-green bag, then followed the customer to the front of the store. The fact that the woman looked wealthy didn’t keep her from staring openly at Elle.

      The moment the door closed, Elle said, “The rumors will be flying now.”

      Mya’s eyebrows rose a fraction, but her voice was level as she said, “I can handle rumors. How was the pizza?”

      “I’m not a charity case. Is everyone who comes in here full of herself?”

      Mya’s gaze was direct, her pause palpable. “Evidently.”

      The woman didn’t take much crap. To Elle’s annoyance, she respected that. She didn’t know why she was dishing it out in the first place. She’d been surprised when she’d heard the knock on her door last night. “Pizza delivery for Elle Fletcher.”

      She’d opened the door but not the chain, and saw a boy who was probably still in high school start to smile. Wearing a baseball cap and a jacket bearing the pizza store’s logo, he held the flat box out to her.

      “I didn’t order any pizza.”

      He’d fumbled in his pocket for the order pad then checked the address. Pizza delivery guys were always nerds. It was probably in the job description.

      “It’s bought and paid for,” he’d said. “My job was to deliver it.” A nerd with a bad attitude, he put the pizza on the step and left without another word.

      She may have been belligerent and too broke to give him a tip, but she wasn’t stupid. She’d taken it inside. While Kaylie used a crust for a teething ring, Elle sank her teeth into a thick slice of lukewarm pizza loaded with cheese, mushrooms, onions and pepperoni. She’d wolfed down three pieces before she thought about the example she was setting. Hopefully, Kaylie was too little to pick up bad table manners. The thought seared the back of her mind, bringing a sense of dread and sadness she refused to give in to.

      “The only reason it tastes so good is because I haven’t sprung for pizza in a while,” she’d told Kaylie as she started on her fourth slice. “That doesn’t mean it’s the best pizza in the universe.”

      Kaylie drooled solemnly from the middle of the bed. Elle had gone to sleep with a full stomach. And then she’d finished the pizza for breakfast while she fed Kaylie her oatmeal.

      She knew she should thank Mya. Instead, she eased Kaylie out of reach of a rack of sunglasses and said, “What did you do? Follow me?”

      “If you’re asking how I knew where to have the pizza delivered, I called the nearby motels and asked to speak to you.”

      “I should sue them for breach of confidentiality. That’s a big thing these days.”

      “Lawsuits or confidentiality?”

      “You tell me.” For some strange reason, Elle was glad Mya could hold her own with her. Not many people could. Elle didn’t know why she was dishing it out in the first place. She looked Mya up and down. Her skirt had an uneven hem, her top a knit number with pink and green stripes. There were bangles on her wrists and dangles in her ears. Elle found herself looking at the diamond ring on Mya’s left hand. “What do you think the Minute Man is going to do when he finds out about me?”

      “His name is Jeffrey. And I told him last night.”

      Elle blinked, and Kaylie strained to get down. She’d been fussing a lot lately. Mya seemed to be having a hard time taking her eyes off her.

      “Ever since she learned to crawl, it’s all she wants to do. I haven’t been letting her crawl around much in our motel room.”

      “How long have you two been on the road?”

      “We left Pennsylvania a week ago, but we’ve pretty much been on our own since before she was born.”

      Kaylie was getting worked up. Elle tried moving her to her other hip, but it didn’t help. When Kaylie got something in her head, there was no changing her mind.

      Elle saw Mya reach her hand toward them, but it took a few seconds to notice the key held between her thumb and forefinger. “What’s that for?”

      “You can let her crawl on the floor at my house.”

      “Aren’t you worried I’ll make off with the good silver?”

      Kaylie was crying in earnest now, so they practically had to yell.

      “I don’t believe you drove all the way to Maine to rip me off.”

      Their gazes locked.

      It was the perfect opening, but Elle couldn’t bring herself to take it, so instead she said, “What would we do all day?”

      “Do whatever you want. Play with the cats.”

      “I don’t like cats.”

      For some reason, that made Mya smile. It took everything Elle had to tear her gaze away.

      Mya continued to hold out the key. Relying on instinct, Elle took it and turned quickly, only to stop. Kaylie quieted, and in a meek voice Elle barely recognized as her own, she said, “Thank you.”

      And then she got the hell out of there.

      The bell had stopped jangling before Mya remembered to breathe. She had no idea what that had been about, and yet she’d won that round. The fact that Elle hadn’t put up more