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Chapter Three

She’d said “yes.”

Standing on the porch with his hot palm curled around an icy glass of lemonade, Johnny watched Grace as she reclined on the grass with Gracie, playing with the kittens. He was going to be married. Moisture dripped from the sides of the glass onto his sneakers.

He couldn’t remember ever feeling nervous over anything. Except maybe that time the police impounded the Harley...

But he felt nervous now, all those worries over being a parent compounded by the prospect of marriage—even a short-term marriage. He’d never given much thought—any thought—to either possibility until Janelle and Grant had died.

Gracie laughed out loud at something Grace whispered to her, and a sense of gratitude welled within him. No one could stay in a shell around Grace. It was like trying to stay out of the sun in a desert. He’d been right to think she could make Gracie happy.

He’d been wrong to expect she would still seem like a sister to him.

After he kissed her, he’d started to tell her how much she’d changed, and how much she hadn’t, and how much the combination affected him. Thank God she’d misunderstood and thought he was suffering from sexual frustration.

Grace stretched in pursuit of a kitten, her skirt creeping tantalizingly high. Tension skittered through him. He was suffering from sexual frustration.

Grace settled back, and Johnny’s pulse relaxed, too. He watched her and little Gracie herd kittens between them and swore once again that he would keep his hands to himself. Gracie’s future depended on him. Taking a long pull of cold lemonade, he walked over and sat atop the picnic table.

“What are their names?” Gracie asked, corralling the kittens, and Johnny smiled over every word directed at Grace.

“Well... they could use good names,” Grace said, and Johnny knew that she’d already named them, that she was letting Gracie give them new ones. “Do you know any good names?”

“I know the names of the Seven Dwarfs.”

“All seven names?”

“Grumpy, Dopey, Sleepy, Sneezy...Doc and Happy and Bashful.” Gracie scooped a wandering kitten into her hand and held it close to her face. “He’s smiling. His name is Happy.”

Caught up in the game, Grace picked up another kitten. “This one looks kind of Grumpy.”

“No, Grumpy is the man at the store. He’s...” The kitten yawned and Gracie named it appropriately. “Sleepy.”

Johnny was enchanted by little Gracie as he’d never been before. Since Janelle and Grant’s deaths, she’d never been this animated with others, not even when he was right there with her.

Gracie seemed to have forgotten him, seemed to have found peace. As that sense of peace flowed over him, too, Johnny realized how closely his emotions were tied to little Gracie’s.

Gracie traded her kitten for the last one, who tried to hide its face ostrich-like in her hands. “He won’t look at me, so he’s Bashful. Grandmother Tremont calls me Bashful when I won’t look at her. She said I’m just like my mother.”

Johnny’s serenity vanished with Gracie’s words. Damn his mother’s thoughtlessness. As if being like her mother was something Gracie should be ashamed of.

He was no shrink, but he figured if you told an impressionable kid she was shy too often, she would start to. believe it, and to accept it. He straightened, planning to undo his mother’s damage, when Grace’s soft voice stopped him.

“You are like your mother.” Johnny saw the effort with which Grace tempered her words for little Gracie. “She was my best friend, did you know that?”