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“Hank, Jr. Yes. Junior’s one of my students—a very strong baritone. He has a real interest in music. He even writes it.”

“No kidding? That’s great.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Nell tossed her hair back and went to her desk again to tidy her already tidy papers. “Well, I asked Mr. and Mrs. Rohrer to come in this morning because Junior backed out of going to all-state auditions this weekend. I knew he had a very good chance of making it, and I wanted to discuss the possibility with his parents of a music scholarship. When I told them how talented Junior was and how I hoped they’d encourage him to change his mind about the auditions, Hank Senior acted as though I’d just insulted him. He was appalled.” There was bitterness in her voice now, as well as anger. “‘No son of his was going to waste his time on singing and writing music like some . . . ’”

She trailed off, too furious to repeat the man’s opinion of musicians. “They didn’t even know Junior was in my class. Thought he was taking shop as his elective this year. I tried to smooth it over, said that Junior needed a fine-art credit to graduate. I didn’t do much good. Mr. Rohrer could barely swallow the idea of Junior staying in my class. He went on about how Junior didn’t need singing lessons to run a farm. And he certainly wasn’t going to allow him to take a Saturday and go audition when the boy had chores. And I’m to stop putting any fancy ideas about college in the boy’s head.”

“They’ve got four kids,” Mac said slowly. “Tuition might be a problem.”

“If that were the only obstacle, they should be grateful for the possibility of a scholarship.” She slapped her grade book closed. “What we have is a bright, talented boy who has dreams, dreams he’ll never be able to explore because his parents won’t permit it. Or his father won’t,” she added. “His mother didn’t say two words the entire time they were here.”

“Could be she’ll work on Hank once she has him alone.”

“Could be he’ll take out his annoyance with me on both of them.”

“Hank’s not like that. He’s set in his ways and thinks he knows all the answers, but he isn’t mean.”

“It’s a little tough for me to see his virtues after he called me—” she had to take a deep breath “—a slick-handed flatlander who’s wasting his hard-earned tax dollars. I could have made a difference with that boy,” Nell murmured as she sat again. “I know it.”

“So maybe you won’t be able to make a difference with Junior. You’ll make a difference with someone else. You’ve already made one with Kim.”

“Thanks.” Nell’s smile was brief. “That helps a little.”

“I mean it.” He hated to see her this way, all that brilliant energy and optimism dimmed. “She’s gained a lot of confidence in herself. She’s always been shy about her singing, about a lot of things. Now she’s really opening up.”

It did help to hear it. This time Nell’s smile came easier. “So I should stop brooding.”

“It doesn’t suit you.” He surprised himself, and her, by reaching down to run his knuckles over her cheek. “Smiling does.”

“I’ve never been able to hold on to temperament for long. Bob used to say it was because I was shallow.”

“Who the hell’s Bob?”

“The one who’s still in the rut.”

“Clearly where he belongs.”

She laughed. “I’m glad you dropped by. I’d have probably sat here for another hour clenching my jaw.”

“It’s a pretty jaw,” Mac murmured, then shifted away. “I’ve got to get going. I’ve got Halloween costumes to put together.”

“Need any help?”

“I . . .” It was tempting, too tempting, and far too dangerous, he thought, to start sharing family traditions with her. “No, I’ve got it covered.”

Nell accepted the disappointment, nearly masked it. “You’ll bring them by Saturday night, won’t you? To trick-or-treat?”

“Sure. I’ll see you.” He started out but stopped at the doorway and turned back. “Nell?”

“Yes?”

“Some things take a while to change. Change makes some people nervous.”

She tilted her head. “Are you talking about the Rohrers, Mac?”

“Among others. I’ll see you Saturday night.”

Nell studied the empty doorway as his footsteps echoed away. Did he think she was trying to change him? Was she? She sat back, pushing away from the paperwork. She’d never be able to concentrate on it now.

Whenever she was around Macauley Taylor, it was hard to concentrate. When had she become so susceptible to the slow, thorough, quiet type? From the moment he’d walked into the auditorium to pick up Kim and the twins, she admitted.

Love at first sight? Surely she was too sophisticated, too smart, to believe in such a thing. And surely, she added, she was too smart to put herself in the vulnerable position of falling in love with a man who didn’t return her feelings.

Or didn’t want to, she thought. And that was even worse.

It couldn’t matter that he was sweet and kind and devoted to his children. It shouldn’t matter that he was handsome and strong and sexy. She wouldn’t let it matter that being with him, thinking of him, had her longing for things. For home, for family, for laughter in the kitchen and passion in bed.

She let out a long breath, because it did matter. It mattered very much when a woman was teetering right on the edge of falling in love.

Chapter 7

Mid-November had stripped the leaves from the trees. There was a beauty even in this, Nell had decided. Beauty in the dark, denuded branches, in the papery rustle of dried leaves along the curbs, in the frost that shimmered like diamond dust on the grass in the mornings.

She caught herself staring out of the window too often, wishing for snow like a child hoping for a school holiday.

It felt wonderful. Wonderful to anticipate the winter, to remember the fall. She often thought about Halloween night, and all the children who had come knocking on her door dressed as pirates and princesses. She remembered the way Zeke and Zack had giggled when she pretended not to recognize them in the elaborate astronaut costumes Mac had fashioned for them.

She found herself reminiscing about the bluegrass concert Mac had taken her to. Or the fun they’d had when she ran into him and the boys at the mall just last week, all of them on a mission to complete their Christmas lists early.

Now, strolling past the house Mac was remodeling, she thought of him again. It had been so sweet, the way he’d struggled over choosing just the right outfit for Kim’s present. No thoughtless gifts from Macauley Taylor for those he cared about. It had to be the right color, the right style.

She’d come to believe everything about him was right.

She passed the house, drawing in the chilly air of evening, her mood buoyant. That afternoon she’d been proud to announce that two of her students would participate in all-state chorus.

She had made a difference, Nell thought, shutting her eyes on the pleasure of it. Not just the prestige, certainly not simply the delight of having the principal congratulate her. The difference, the important one, had been the look on her students’ faces. The pride, not just on Kim’s face and that of the tenor who would go to all-state with her. But on the faces of the entire chorus. They all shared in the triumph, because over the past few weeks they had become a team.

Her team. Her kids.

“It’s cold for walking.”

Nell jolted, tensed, then laughed at herself when she saw Mac step away from the shadow of a tree in his sister’s yard. “Lord, you gave me a start. I nearly went into my repel-the-mugger stance.”

“Taylor’s Grove’s a little sparse when it comes to muggers. Are you going to see Mira?”

“No, actually, I was just out walking. Too much energy to stay in.” The smile lit her face. “You’ve heard the good news?”

“Congratulations.”

“It’s not me—”

“Yeah, it is. A lot of it.” It was the only way he knew to tell her how proud he was of what she’d done. He glanced back toward the house, where lights gleamed. “Mira and Kim are in there crying.”

“Crying? But—”

“Not that kind of crying.” Female tears always embarrassed him. He shrugged. “You know, the other kind.”

“Oh.” In response, Nell felt her own eyes sting. “That’s nice.”

“Dave’s going around with a big fat grin on his face. He was talking to his parents when I ducked out. Mira’s already called ours, as well as every other friend and relative in the country.”

“Well, it’s a big deal.”

“I know it is.” His teeth flashed. “I’ve made a few calls myself. You must be feeling pretty pleased with yourself.”

“You bet I am. Seeing the kids today when I made the announcement . . . well, it was the best. And it’s a hell of a kickoff for our fund-raiser.” She shivered as the wind shuddered through the trees.

“You’re getting cold. I’ll drive you home.”

“That’d be nice. I keep waiting for snow.”

In the way of every countryman since Adam, he sniffed the air, checked out the sky. “You won’t have to wait much longer.” He opened the truck door for her. “The kids have already gotten their sleds out.”

“I might buy one for myself.” She settled back, relaxed. “Where are the boys?”

“There’s a sleepover at one of their friends’.” He gestured toward the house across the street from Mira’s. “I just dropped them off.”

“They must be thinking a lot about Christmas now, with snow in the air.”

“It’s funny. Usually right after Halloween they start barraging me with lists and pictures of toys from catalogs, stuff they see on TV.” He turned the truck and headed for the square. “This year they told me Santa’s taking care of it. I know they want bikes.” His brow creased. “That’s all I’ve heard. They’ve been whispering together about something else, but they clam up when I come around.”

“That’s Christmas,” Nell said easily. “It’s the best time for whispers and secrets. What about you?” She turned to smile at him. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“More than the two hours’ sleep I usually get.”

“You can do better than that.”

“When the kids come downstairs in the morning, and their faces light up, I’ve got all I want.” He stopped in front of her apartment. “Are you going back to New York for the holiday?”

“No, there’s nothing there.”

“Your family?”

“I’m an only child. My parents usually spend the holiday in the Caribbean. Do you want to come in, have some coffee?”

It was a much more appealing idea than going home to an empty house. “Yeah, thanks.” When they started up the stairs, he tried to swing tactfully back to the holidays and her family. “Is that where you spent Christmas as a kid? In the Caribbean?”

“No. We had a fairly traditional setting in Philadelphia. Then I went to school in New York, and they moved to Florida.” She opened the door and took off her coat. “We aren’t very close, really. They weren’t terribly happy with my decision to study music.”

“Oh.” He tossed his jacket over hers while she moved into the kitchen to put on the coffee. “I guess that’s why you got so steamed about Junior.”

“Maybe. They didn’t really disapprove so much as they were baffled. We get along much better long-distance.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I think that’s why I admire you.”

He stopped studying the rosewood music box on a table and stared at her. “Me?”

“Your interest and involvement with your children, your whole family. It’s so solid, so natural.” Tossing back her hair, she reached into the cookie jar and began to spread cookies on a plate. “Not everyone is as willing, or as able, to put in so much time and attention. Not everyone loves as well, or as thoroughly.” She smiled. “Now I’ve embarrassed you.”

“No. Yes,” he admitted, and took one of the cookies. “You haven’t asked about their mother.” When she said nothing, Mac found himself talking. “I was just out of college when I met her. She was a secretary in my father’s real estate office. She was beautiful. I mean eye-popping beautiful, the kind that bowls you over. We went out a couple of times, we went to bed, she got pregnant.”

The flat-voiced recitation had Nell looking up. Mac bit into the cookie, tasting bitterness. “I know that sounds like she did it on her own. I was young, but I was old enough to know what I was doing, old enough to be responsible.”

He had always taken his responsibilities seriously, Nell thought, and he always would. You only had to look at him to see the dependability.

“You didn’t say anything about love.”

“No, I didn’t.” It was something he didn’t take lightly. “I was attracted, so was she. Or I thought she was. What I didn’t know was that she’d lied about using birth control. It wasn’t until after I’d married her that I found out she’d set out to ‘snag the boss’s son.’ Her words,” he added. “Angie saw an opportunity to improve her standard of living.”

It surprised him that even now, after all this time, it hurt both pride and heart to know he’d been so carelessly used.

“To make a long story short,” he continued, in that same expressionless tone, “she hadn’t counted on twins, or the hassle of motherhood. So, about a month after the boys were born, she cleaned out my bank account and split.”

“I’m so sorry, Mac,” Nell murmured. She wished she knew the words, the gesture, that would erase that cool dispassion from his eyes. “It must have been horrible for you.”

“It could have been worse.” His eyes met Nell’s briefly before he shrugged it off. “I could have loved her. She contacted me once, telling me she wanted me to foot the bill for the divorce. In exchange for that, I could have the kids free and clear. Free and clear,” he repeated. “As if they were stocks and bonds instead of children. I took her up on it. End of story.”

“Is it?” Nell moved to him, took his hands in hers. “Even if you didn’t love her, she hurt you.”

She rose on her toes to kiss his cheek, to soothe, to comfort. She saw the change in his eyes—and, yes, the hurt in them. It explained a great deal, she thought, to hear him tell the story. To see his face as he did. He’d been disillusioned, devastated. Instead of giving in to it, or leaning on his parents for help with the burden, he’d taken his sons and started a life with them. A life for them.

“She didn’t deserve you, or the boys.”

“It wasn’t a hardship.” He couldn’t take his eyes off hers now. It wasn’t the sympathy so much as the simple, unquestioning understanding that pulled at him. “They’re the best part of me. I didn’t mean it to sound like it was a sacrifice.”

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