Her Second-Chance Family. Holly Jacobs

so I saved my money for a year and bought this. And I worked for the money,” she said hastily, as if she didn’t want Audrey to think she made stealing a habit.

      “I was staying with a family and they paid all the kids allowances. We had a chore list, so I did the other kids’ chores for a stake in their allowance. It still took me a long time to save.”

      Audrey cocked her head, silently asking for permission to pick it up. Willow nodded. The small device weighed less than Audrey imagined. “I’ve never had an e-reader.”

      “They’re amazing. You can borrow ebooks from the library. It’s not quite the same as a real book, but...” She shrugged.

      Audrey picked up the reader. “Why hide it from us?”

      “Because people take your stuff at most places. I just sort of expect it. But it didn’t happen here. For the first month I put tape on my door, just so I’d know when you all broke in,” Willow admitted. “But the only time you ever came in here was to take clothes or change the sheets. And when Bea snoops, but she doesn’t usually take anything.”

      “I would never invade your privacy.” Audrey hesitated. “Well, under normal circumstances, I would never invade your privacy. If I thought you were doing something dangerous, I might.”

      Willow nodded. “I know that now.”

      Audrey set the e-reader back on the counter. “What do you like to read?”

      “Everything. Anything. The library has limited supplies of ebooks, but a lot of the public domain classics are available for free online.”

      “Can I see your list?”

      Willow nodded.

      Audrey turned on the machine and homed in on the bookshelf page. “Wow.”

      From Pride and Prejudice to Tarzan to Sherlock Holmes, page after page of classics.

      “I watch for older books that are free,” Willow said, “and I borrow newer releases from the library.”

      Audrey handed the reader back to her. “I hope you feel comfortable reading in front of us this summer. That’s why I never saw you with the permit booklet?”

      Willow nodded. “I knew that no one would steal that, but I just read it instead of my books at night.”

      That explained how Willow could go up to bed at nine and still manage to sleep away her weekends. It also explained why sometimes Audrey saw the light on in the girl’s room when she went to bed.

      She realized that even though she sometimes doubted it, she was making inroads with Willow. The girl trusted her, at least a little.

      “Thank you for sharing with me,” Audrey told her.

      Willow nodded. “Thank you.”

      “For what?”

      She shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I still think you all are nuts, but this has been the best placement I’ve ever had. When I realized that you guys weren’t going to rip off my stuff, I felt...relieved. You don’t know what it’s like having only a few things that matter to you and having to guard them all the time.”

      “You’re wrong, I do understand that feeling.”

      “And I just realized that when I ripped off Sawyer, I was doing the same kind of thing to him. They said...” She fell silent.

      Audrey couldn’t help but wonder if the they Willow referred to were the other kids involved in the break-in. Willow regrouped. “Most of what we...what I took was electronics, and this—” she held up her reader “—is the same thing, just a piece of electronic equipment, but it’s mine. And it means a lot to me. I worked hard to get it, and I’ve worked even harder to keep it. So it hit me that I did the same thing to him that others did to me. I took the things he worked for. I stole his sense of trust. I never had that until I came here. Sawyer did—he felt like his home was a safe place until I came and stole that feeling away from him. Even if we’d taken all his stuff and it was covered by insurance, that feeling of safety is gone forever. He comes home every Monday to watch me mow because he’s afraid I’ll do it again.”

      “Willow, I think he respects what you’re trying to do. That’s why he invited us over today.”

      Willow shrugged.

      “And even if Sawyer doesn’t realize you’d never rip him off again, I do,” she said, meaning every word of it. Something in her eased just to express that trust out loud.

      She’d thought Willow might look pleased with her assurances, but instead she looked confused. “Well, thanks, I guess.”

      “And thank you for the coffee. Between you and Bea, I’m getting spoiled.”

      “Its just coffee,” Willow said as she picked up her e-reader and left the room.

      Audrey took a long sip. It didn’t taste like just coffee to her.

      It tasted a bit like success...or at least the beginnings of it.

      * * *

      BY THE TIME Audrey packed the kids in the car later that morning and headed over to Sawyer’s she’d spent a few hours mulling over Willow’s revelations. And the longer she mulled, the more optimistic she felt. She was making progress.

      It was the first time the girl had really opened up. Plus there was the fact that Willow was a reader.

      She was going to make it a point to take her to the bookstore soon.

      By the time they reached Sawyer’s she was flying high. She put the car in Park, turned around and looked at the kids as she said, “Remember, everyone be polite and on your best behavior.”

      Clinton and Bea gave her their best innocent looks. Clinton went so far as to point to himself with raised eyebrows.

      Audrey laughed. “Yes, I mean you two.”

      She opened her car door and they were in the house before Audrey had gotten her salad from the back. Willow had insisted on making something, too, and had held it on her lap for the ride.

      “Are you going to tell me about that?” Audrey asked, nodding at the dish.

      “It’s a joke,” Willow told her. “Sawyer will get it.”

      He was waiting at the front door for them. “The other two asked if they could go out to the pool. I hope you don’t mind. I told them to stay in the shallow end until we get out.”

      “That’s fine,” Audrey assured him.

      He took the macaroni salad from her.

      “I made something, too,” Willow announced. “Just for you, Sawyer.”

      “She wouldn’t even let me in the kitchen yesterday when she cooked it—whatever it is,” Audrey added.

      Sawyer started to laugh. “I think I can guess at least one ingredient.”

      Willow grinned, “Quinoa salad.”

      Sawyer’s chuckle graduated to a full-blown belly laugh, and Willow joined in.

      Audrey felt totally left out. “Is anyone going to share?”

      The two of them were laughing too hard to get out any coherent words.

      “Fine. Keep your joke to yourselves.” She tried to sound disgruntled, but secretly she was pleased that Sawyer had made some kind of connection with Willow. This day was getting better and better. “We should probably go make sure the kids aren’t drowning each other.”

      Sawyer stowed both of the salads in the refrigerator, and asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

      “Just ice water for me,” Audrey said.

      “Nothing yet for me,” Willow said. “I’ll go check