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“To Doctor Dan!” Miss Joan toasted with enthusiasm, raising her glass of sparkling cider high. “Thanks for setting up your practice here and we all hope that you never come to regret it.”

Dan raised his own glass to his lips. The woman was asking a great deal. More than was possible. If this was only about him, he’d be already regretting it. Already booking a flight back.

But this wasn’t about what he wanted. It was about Warren and what he had wanted. What he selflessly had wanted.

For now, he would make the best of it and muster through.

As the light amber liquid made its way past his lips and down his throat, the taste created a note of confusion in its wake. He’d thought that the waitresses had poured some sort of alcoholic beverage into the glasses that they then distributed to him and the others. One taste negated that impression. Other than a few bubbles and a deceptively yellowish color, what had been poured into his glass fell woefully short of having any sort of a kick.

His drink tasted suspiciously like soda pop.

Dan regarded his glass, unconsciously raising a quizzical eyebrow as he tried to pinpoint just what it was he was drinking.

Seeing his confused expression, Tina leaned into him so he could hear her. “It’s sparkling cider,” she told him, then added, “this is a diner. Miss Joan doesn’t serve any hard liquor here.”

For a moment, he was distracted by Tina’s closeness and the scent of her hair. Something light and floral. And heady.

Dan forced himself to focus on the conversation. Okay, no hard liquor. He could deal with that. But no liquor at all was something else again.

He thought of wine. Entire cultures had wine with their dinner. Dan sincerely hoped that this wasn’t a dry town. “How about ‘soft’ liquor?”

Amusement entered her eyes at the term. “None of that, either.”

“Do they have any liquor at all in this town?”

He wasn’t addicted to drinking, but he wanted to know if it was available should the need arise. There were times, since Warren’s death, that he felt the need to numb himself against the haunting memory of Warren’s last cry of pain and surprise. And, now that he thought of it, a drink at the end of the day after dealing with the good citizens of Sleepy Hollow might not be such a bad idea, either.

“You can find some in Hogan’s General Store,” she told him, giving him the name of the biggest grocery store/pharmacy in Forever. “Mostly, Mr. Hogan sells beer, but if you catch him in a good mood, he’ll take you to where he keeps the top shelf stuff. Whiskey, vodka, whatever your pleasure,” she told him.

Tina was doing her best not to prejudge the new doctor, or sound judgmental. But Don had been a drinker, as well as a closet drug addict. At the time she’d thrown her lot in with his, it hadn’t mattered. She’d been desperate to connect with someone other than the sister who had assumed the role of both mother and father to her. But it mattered now.

Looking back, she realized now that Olivia had worked incredibly challenging hours just to provide for them as well as furthering her law career. But at the time all she could think of was that her sister was never physically there when she wanted her. And Don might have ultimately been a very poor excuse for a human being, but he had been incredibly charismatic when he wanted to be. She had been both lonely and highly impressionable when their paths crossed.

In essence, she supposed she was a victim waiting to happen. But she survived all that, Tina thought, struggling to focus on the positive the way she’d learned to do. Survived, was the stronger for it and had a beautiful son to boot. All the rest of it was in the past and no longer of any consequence.

Since Miss Joan had personally placed a glass of sparkling cider in her hand, Tina raised it now a beat after the others had chanted the toast to the doctor. The pause was part of her effort not to just blindly follow someone else’s lead, even if that someone was Miss Joan. It was all part of the evolution she was determined to go through.

“To your stay in Forever,” she said, altering the toast to something she felt was more appropriate. Dr. Daniel Davenport didn’t have the air of someone who belonged in Forever.

Because of the din, Dan was forced to watch the sexy blonde’s lips to “hear” what she was saying.

Not exactly a hardship, he mused, since her lips were full and, at any other time, would have been decidedly tempting. But he wasn’t himself these days. He still struggled with his grief and the almost oppressively heavy weight of guilt that pressed down on him. Each time he managed to come up for air, to begin to pull himself together, the guilt would suddenly find him, stealing away the very air in his lungs.

Six weeks after Warren’s death he was still caught in an emotional tailspin. A small part of him was the old Dan, the man he’d been before Warren had died because of him. The rest was a pulsating, formless glob of sadness and guilt, viewing everything around him in shades of gray and black.

The first part was mired in denial. The second part was just mired. Both parts, he felt now, would need something stiffer than what was in his glass.

“This is Texas,” he pointed out needlessly to the shapely blonde. “Aren’t there any bars or saloons or whatever the locals call them around here?”

She noticed that he said “the locals,” not “you locals.” Was he deliberately excluding her from being part of Forever, giving her what he must have assumed was a compliment? Or was that just a slip of the tongue that he wasn’t aware of?

“There’s a place on the other side of town,” she told him. “It’s called ‘The Cattlemen.’” The entire building was hardly big enough to be able to sustain the sign that proclaimed its name, but it did qualify for the label of saloon.

“Didn’t think that this town was big enough to have an other side,” the doctor quipped.

That was a definite put-down. Tina took offense for her adopted town. But when she looked at Forever’s newest resident, she didn’t see a smug, superior expression on his face. Instead, his expression appeared unfathomable, as if his heart and mind were elsewhere and his mouth just moved thanks to some automatic pilot setting.

“It is and it does,” she assured him. She gave him a rundown on the establishment’s hours of operation. “The Cattlemen is only open after seven. The man who runs it also owns the barbershop next door and he works there in the daytime.”

“After seven,” Dan repeated incredulously, thinking of the bars and grills located on practically every other corner back in three of New York City’s five boroughs. Most of those establishments opened before noon under the guise of serving lunch. “How long does this Cattlemen stay open?”

Her eyes met his. Was the new doctor a closet drinker? she wondered uneasily.

Her expression gave nothing away as she answered, “Long enough.”

Her response brought an amused smile to his lips. The blonde probably thought he had a drinking problem. Nothing could be further from the truth. He had absolutely no intentions of drowning himself at the bottom of a bottle. For one thing, it wasn’t a solution. Warren still wouldn’t be alive once he sobered up. He was here, in Forever, for Warren’s sake. To make it up to his brother, at least a little—if Warren was up there somewhere, looking down and watching.

He vacillated between believing in an afterlife and cynically regarding it as a myth intended to give people something to hold on to during the worst spates of their lives. Today he found himself somewhere on middle ground. Mostly he was just hoping to get through this without embarrassing his brother’s memory.

“YOU LOOK LIKE THE CAT that swallowed a whole pitcher of cream,” Sheriff Rick Santiago observed as he passed Miss Joan in another part of the diner. He stopped to study the woman who had been one of his late grandmother’s friends. “What are you up to?” he asked. A hint of amusement flared in his green eyes as he regarded the owner of the diner.

Instead of answering the sheriff directly, Miss Joan nodded toward where the new doctor and Rick’s sister-in-law were standing at the counter.

“What do you see?” she asked, her voice deliberately innocent.

Rick glanced in the general direction the woman indicated. But he was accustomed to taking in the bigger picture. “A damn good tally for you at the end of the day.”

Miss Joan’s throaty laugh rumbled between them for a moment. “Well, yeah, there’s that, too, but something more interesting is going on. Look again.”

He narrowed his field of reference and went with the obvious. “We’ve finally gotten a doctor to practice in this one-horse town.”

“To go with the lawyer you got last year,” Olivia chimed in, joining her husband and Miss Joan. As Rick slipped his hand around her waist, drawing her closer, Olivia leaned her head against his shoulder. She was the picture of contentment—as well as pregnancy. “I won’t have a fifty-mile trip in front of me when my water breaks,” she said gratefully. “Looks like civilization has finally come to Forever,” she declared, immensely pleased.

“Looks like more than that from where I’m standing,” Miss Joan propped.

This time Rick and Olivia both looked over toward the diner owner’s reference point.

“Tina’s talking to the new doctor,” Olivia noted. That seemed only natural, considering that Bobby’d had more than his share of earaches and colds this past winter. Tina doted on the boy. Most likely, she was telling the new doctor all about him.

This could go on all afternoon, Miss Joan thought. Deciding to call an end to the fruitless guessing game, she gave them the answer she was waiting for.

“Tina’s also smiling wider than I’ve ever seen her smile,” Miss Joan pointed out.

Olivia narrowed her eyes a little, staring more intently at her sister. So that was it. Miss Joan was playing matchmaker. Well, the woman had certainly picked the wrong target this time.

“If you’re trying to pick out a man for my sister, I really wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you.”

Miss Joan had had several husbands in her lifetime. Three by some people’s count, four by others. And it was rumored that there had also been a number of serious love affairs when she’d been a very young woman. Unattached at present, the woman was nonetheless a romantic at heart and believed that men and women were created solely for the purpose of being paired up.

“Why not?” she asked, her eyes pinning Olivia in place. “Tina’s a young, pretty girl with her head on straight, and in case you haven’t noticed because you only seem to have eyes for Rick here, that new doc’s real easy on the eyes.”

Olivia shook her head. “That’s just the problem,” she informed the older woman.

Miss Joan looked at her for a long moment, clearly confused. “His being easy on the eyes?” she asked, unable to make any sense out of Olivia’s response.

“No, his being good-looking,” Olivia specified. She could see that Miss Joan wasn’t following this line of thinking so she made it clear for the woman. “The guy who almost ended my sister’s life—and who wanted to have their son die with them—was one of the handsomest specimens of manhood ever created. He was downright beautiful,” she concluded.

In that he was very much like the fallen angel, Lucifer, Olivia couldn’t help adding silently. And her sister had fallen for the worthless piece of wasted flesh like the proverbial ton of bricks. Tina had almost paid for her mistake with her life.

“More beautiful than me?” Rick asked teasingly.

She turned her body in toward him, brushing against him and creating a sizzle between them. She put her hand against his cheek, all the love she felt shining in her eyes. “I hate to tell you this, Rick, but you’re not beautiful. You, Sheriff Santiago, are ruggedly handsome. Especially when you come to bed with your badge pinned to your naked chest,” she added with a laugh, punctuating her declaration with a quick kiss. “Now that I’d like to see,” Miss Joan hooted.

“No offense, Miss Joan,” Olivia told the woman for whom she bore a great deal of affection, “but that’s never going to happen.” Her eyes danced as she specified, “That’s for private showings only.”

Miss Joan laughed, her low, Kentucky bourbon voice rumbling mildly. It pleased her more than she could say that Rick had finally found someone who could love him the way he fully deserved to be loved. He’d gone through a lot in his life, not the least of which was magnanimously reconciling with the mother who had abandoned him when he was a kid and his sister had been a year-old baby.

His sister had gone through the same set of hard knocks, in addition to stubbornly resisting the obvious. Luckily, Mona had finally come to her senses and was now engaged to Joe Lone Wolf, the deputy who had loved her from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her all the way back in grade school.

Forever looked forward to celebrating another wedding. Who knew? the woman silently speculated. There might be two in the offing. She had a great deal of affection in her heart for both Tina and her son. They currently lived with her, and while she was content to let the situation continue indefinitely, she knew that wasn’t in the best interest of the girl. Tina needed to have someone in her life to love, someone who loved her back the way she should be loved.

From where she stood, that man could very well be Dr. Dan.

“I can respect that,” Miss Joan said to Olivia. The statement was followed by a broad wink which told the sheriff’s wife that while she might have gotten a few years on her now, beneath it all was still the heart of a lusty, raring-to-go young woman who enjoyed the more physical side of love just as much as she enjoyed the concept of love in general.

Maybe even a little more.

Olivia read between the lines and made an accurate assessment. “Never mind my sister,” she said to the diner owner. “I think we’re going to have to find you a man, Miss Joan.”

Rather than protest that she didn’t know what she was talking about, or silently waving away the notion, Miss Joan treated them both to another wide, and this time unabashedly lusty, grin.

“Well, if you find someone who can keep up with me, Olivia, you know where to bring him. My door’s always open.”

Rick laughed softly. Leaning into his wife, he whispered so that only Olivia could hear him. “My guess is that’s not the only thing that’s ope— Hey!” he cried in surprise as Olivia swatted at him to keep him from finishing his sentence.

“Hush,” Olivia chided, a warning look in her eyes.

It wasn’t that she was afraid the older woman would take offense. It was just that she didn’t want her going off on a bawdy tangent the way she knew Miss Joan was very capable of doing.

Out of hearing range because of the increasing din, Miss Joan laughed at Olivia’s quick movement to silence her husband.

She guessed at the reason behind Olivia’s actions. She’d come to know both sisters very well since they’d arrived in Forever.

“Whatever he was about to say, Livy, I’ve heard ten times worse. My second husband, Bill, flew on helicopter missions. He was a tail gunner in Vietnam during the war. They haven’t invented a cuss word that didn’t come out of Bill’s mouth at one time or another.” She paused a moment. “Come to think of it, Bill wasn’t all that different from my first husband, Ray.”

Putting her memories behind her, Miss Joan shifted her attention to the present and the reason that her diner was filled to overflowing.

“Well, it looks like everybody’s here who’s going to be here,” she decided, then announced to the sheriff and his wife, as well as to several people who could actually hear her without her resorting to a microphone, “That means it’s time to bring out the cake.”

“Cake?” Alma Sanchez, one of Rick’s other deputies piped up, coming closer to her boss and the diner owner. For a woman who had a continuing love affair with all manner of sweets, with pastries at the top of the list, Deputy Alma Sanchez was an exceedingly petite, trim woman. “Did someone say cake?”

“Of course I said cake,” Miss Joan underscored. “You can’t expect to welcome someone properly without having baked a cake in his honor.”

The diner owner’s hazel eyes darted back and forth, taking Rick into account and then zeroing in on Joe, another young boy she’d watched grow to manhood, fulfilling the promise he’d projected years ago. She had no children of her own, but viewed so many of the town’s younger citizens as her own.

Joe was standing a few feet away, talking to his fiancée. She needed to borrow him for a few minutes. “Rick, Joe,” she called, raising her voice, “I need a couple of men with strong backs.”

“Thinking of taking them back to your place, Joan?” Mac Tyler called out, laughing at the joke he thought he’d just made.

“Better them than you, Mac, that’s for sure,” Miss Joan fired back without missing a beat. “If that man’s ego was any bigger,” Miss Joan confided to Olivia in tones that were not as hushed as they could have been, “he wouldn’t be able to get his head through a single doorway.”

Mac Tyler had also been sniffing at her heels for the longest time and at this stage of her life, she still hadn’t made up her mind if she wanted to make something of it or not. She couldn’t decide if Tyler was worth the trouble or the effort.

“C’mon, boys,” Miss Joan gestured to the sheriff and his senior deputy, “I’ve got a cake I need you to bring out of the walk-in.” Glancing over her shoulder, she addressed her words to the people in the diner. “Nobody even think about making a move toward the door. I’m bringing out the cake.”

Appreciative murmurs greeted her declaration. Everyone knew that Miss Joan’s cakes were conceived in heaven and given an earthly form as an afterthought. Rick’s late grandmother, a woman not easily given to offering compliments, had once asked Miss Joan how she kept her cakes from floating away.

As Miss Joan left the room, leading the way for her two helpers, Dan turned to Tina and asked, “She always take charge like that?”

There was more than a little affection in her expression as Tina’s mouth curved. “Actually, this is one of Miss Joan’s more laid-back days,” she said with an amused laugh.

Dan hardly heard her answer. The din in the diner had swallowed them up without so much as a telltale trace. He was forced to watch her mouth again in order to hear what she’d said.

He didn’t really mind.