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Chapter 3

It was the night of Valentine’s Day, and Madison was visiting her next-door neighbor Jacinta Poole. She and Jacinta had become good friends in recent weeks and Madison welcomed having a female friendship in Portland.

Jacinta was a year older and divorced. She was a professor of liberal arts at Portland State University and a longtime resident of Portland. Jacinta handed Madison a goblet of wine and the two sat at the table in the breakfast nook.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” Madison said as she reached for the glass.

“I figured you could use some company,” Jacinta said, brushing her Senegalese twists to one side of her head. “This is the day your ex is marrying your friend, right?”

“Yep, as far as I know.” Madison gave her a thoughtful look. She had poured out her heart to Jacinta last month, expressing both sorrow and relief that her life was headed in a different direction. Now that her ex, Anderson, had made it official with Holly, it truly was time to put this behind her once and for all. After all, why should the two of them be happy and not her? She deserved to find a man who could truly appreciate her.

Jacinta seemed to read her mind. “Don’t let it weigh you down, girl. If he chose to marry someone else, that’s on him, not you.”

“You’re right,” Madison agreed. “Guess it really hit home now that there’s no turning back.” Not that she had seriously considered going back to him since the moment things soured between them. She had too much self-respect to want to be with someone who couldn’t and wouldn’t commit to her.

“Honestly, I wish I’d known before I walked down the aisle that my ex would turn out to be a jerk,” Jacinta said with a laugh. “Believe me, I would’ve run in the other direction as fast as I could.”

Madison couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess it really is better to avert disaster before it happens.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jacinta said. “This is a day for you to celebrate that you avoided what could have been the biggest mistake of your life.”

“You’re so right.”

They clinked glasses to toast the moment.

“You’re in the right city to find a real man,” Jacinta said. “Portland is swarming with eligible bachelors.”

“Oh, really?” In fact, Madison recalled reading something once about Portland being ranked as the first or second city in the country with the most single men. She couldn’t help but think of Stuart as one of those eligible men. Or was he spoken for? Holly had suggested months ago that he was still dealing with his ex-wife who left him. Was that still the case?

“Some of them just happen to teach at PSU,” Jacinta told her. “I’d be happy to introduce you around.”

“Though the idea is tempting,” Madison said, “right now, I think I’d rather let him come to me than go after him.”

“Okay, I can respect that,” Jacinta said. “Especially since I’m kind of in the same boat.”

Madison chuckled. “Didn’t I see you come home the other night with a good-looking guy?”

“Yes, I’m seeing someone,” Jacinta admitted, “but it’s pretty casual and I think we both know it’s going nowhere in the long run. And, really, that’s just fine right now, since I’m way too busy to become too emotionally invested in a man.”

Madison wondered what her excuse was. She’d love to become emotionally involved with a man, but only if he would truly appreciate her, unlike Anderson. She just wasn’t sure such a man existed. At least not in her universe.

She would simply have to bide her time and not put herself out there only to get nothing but heartbreak in return.

“Let me refill your wine,” Jacinta said, “and we can watch a DVD.”

Madison smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” It certainly beat sitting alone at home, with only a stack of books to review as her constant companion. She hoped that maybe by next Valentine’s Day she would have someone in her life to share the joys of romance.

* * *

Stuart watched gleefully as the girls played with Grace in the park. She had a way with them, and he had no doubt that someday Grace would be a fine mother to her own children. He only wished Dottie and Carrie had a real mother around who they could count on to be there day in and day out. In spite of them being well-adjusted and seemingly content with their real mother long out of the picture, he still felt that maternal affection was something all children needed. But he was doing his best to try to be everything they needed with some help from Grace.

They were two weeks removed from a trip to Houston where they had attended Holly’s wedding. Carrie and Dottie had served as flower girls and Holly was every bit the blushing bride. Anderson seemed to love her dearly and had been fully accepted into the family.

Stuart thought about his father and was glad that they’d had some time to visit while they were in Houston for the wedding. They had never been as close as he would have liked, as both were bullheaded at times and not always on the same page. But things had been improving lately between them. Both had lost someone dear to them, albeit in totally different circumstances, giving them common ground.

The fact that his father adored Dottie and Carrie went a long way in Stuart’s book, as they needed their grandfather as much as he needed them.

Stuart wondered how long it would be before Holly gave his girls a cousin or two. He had no doubt that Holly wanted a family, and Anderson seemed of the same mind.

It made Stuart consider the possibility of one day giving Carrie and Dottie siblings. He was sure they would love that. So would he. Of course, he would first need a woman in his life who felt the same way. Neither seemed on the horizon at the moment. But he had decided to try to keep his mind open, even though Fawn had done her best to turn him off women forever.

Stuart snapped out of his reverie when Dottie tugged on his hand. “Come play with us, Daddy,” she pleaded.

He smiled. “Are you sure I wouldn’t be in the way?”

“I’m sure.” She giggled. “Plus Grace said she has to leave soon to study.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll be happy to fill in for her,” he said enthusiastically. He allowed her to take him by the hand and lead him over to where Carrie and Grace were.

* * *

On Monday morning in the first week of March, Madison was at her desk working on a review when Giselle knocked on the open door and entered.

“I see you’re busy as usual,” she said.

Madison didn’t deny it. Her work was the perfect way to keep her mind occupied. “I like to make my deadlines.”

“And you always do.” Giselle sat down in a chair beside the desk. “I loved the review you wrote on Linda Bloom’s latest romance.”

“She’s a great writer,” Madison said.

“I agree,” Giselle said. “And it doesn’t hurt that she includes plenty of passion in her novels for folks who aren’t getting enough in their real lives.”

Madison batted her lashes. “Excuse me?”

“Sorry if I offended you,” Giselle said sincerely. “That wasn’t my intention. But it’s obvious that you and I are very much alike—burying ourselves in work and fitness while not having much of a love life, if any. If I’m way off base—”

“You’re not,” Madison admitted. “My social life is pretty much nonexistent these days—by choice.”

“I’m sure there’s a story there,” Giselle said hopefully.

Madison sighed, not wanting to go there. “Yeah, isn’t there always?” She paused before saying, “I love my job, and if it can sometimes act as a substitute for real-life romance, then so be it.”

“My sentiments exactly,” Giselle said, smiling. “Actually, I’ve got a new assignment for you.”

“Oh...” Madison wondered if Giselle would take advantage of her being a workaholic. Should she be flattered or insulted?

“Yes, I’d like you to interview Stuart Kendall for our May issue.”

“Me?” Madison hadn’t meant for it to sound like a question. Or like this was new territory for her, which it wasn’t. She had done her fair share of interviews with authors in Houston.

“Yes, you,” Giselle said. “You said you know him, right?”

“I know his sister, but him, not so well,” Madison said.

“Well, here’s your chance to get to know him better,” Giselle told her wryly. “His book, An Act of Murder, will be released in May in paperback. It’ll be a great feature on a local bestselling author and single dad.”

Madison did not disagree that it would be a good article for the magazine. She just wasn’t sure she was the best person to do it. Especially since things between her and Stuart hadn’t exactly been cordial, which was totally her fault. It might make him less likely to want her to interview him.

“I’d love to do it,” she offered halfheartedly, “but I’m really swamped with books to review and a story I’m working on for my column...”

“So I’ll reassign some of your reviews,” Giselle said. “And you can shorten your column if you need to. I just think that you’re the perfect person to interview Stuart and maybe get inside his head to see how on earth he manages to balance a successful career with a home life of raising two little girls. I think our readers would eat up this piece.”

Madison had a feeling this wasn’t something she could turn down, even if she still had reservations about approaching Stuart after giving him the brush-off. But, after all, she really was sincere about wanting to put the past to rest. So forcing herself to socialize with Holly’s brother without getting bent out of shape was a good place to put that to the test. The fact that it was in a professional capacity meant there would be no added pressure on either of them to make it personal.

“I’ll be happy to interview Stuart Kendall,” she told her boss. “Assuming he’s willing. I know some authors prefer to let their words speak for them.”

“From what I’ve heard and seen for myself, Stuart’s not likely to pass on the interview. Especially since you’re someone he knows, even if not too well,” Giselle said confidently.

Madison made herself smile, while the thought of getting together with him made her heart race for some reason. “I’ll try.”

Giselle smiled back and got to her feet. “Great. I’ll set it up.”

“Actually, I’d like to set it up myself,” Madison said, not wanting Stuart to somehow feel that he’d been blindsided into doing an interview with her. “We both ride our bikes in the same area. I’m sure I’ll run into him, and I can approach the subject then.”

“That’s fine,” Giselle agreed. “Keep me posted.”

She left and Madison thought about seeing Stuart again and how both of them might react to it. I have to remain coolheaded and let him see more of the real me, she thought, while hoping that she hadn’t already blown the opportunity.