“Still don’t know the gender, huh?”

“We want it to be a surprise.” She thrust her other foot at him. “Have you been to see Gloria?”

“A couple of times.”

Penny raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“She’s old and frail.”

“Since when?”

He smiled. “Don’t worry. I still know she’s a snake, but I kinda feel sorry for her.”

“Then you’re the best one to handle her nursing care. How’s that going?”

“I spoke with her doctor, along with a physical therapist. I have some names. We’ll work three nurses in rotating eight-hour shifts, with a fourth to cover days off. Whoever Gloria hates the least will get the prized day shift.”

“I’m impressed.”

He scowled. “I’m not useless. I can do more than throw a baseball.”

Not that he wanted to, but he didn’t have a choice anymore. He swore silently, knowing better than to go down that road.

“Still, it’s nice of you to look after this,” Penny said.

“Cal and Dani are too emotionally tied up with Gloria to deal with it and Walker’s running the business. Oh, Gloria said to bring the baby to her as soon as he’s born.”

“I assume that was an order,” she said mildly.

“You bet.”

She opened her eyes again. “I feel sorry for her, too. She had so much-a great business, a large family, and now there’s nothing. You and Walker are neutral about her. Cal and Dani obviously dislike her. No one wants anything to do with her.”

“It’s not like you to be so kind,” he said.

“I know. It’s because I don’t have to deal with her. When we’re both back at work and she’s bugging me about my menus and making snide comments about the food I cook, then I’ll hate her, too. But until then, I can afford to be generous.”

“Maybe Walker will stay in charge of things. He might find he likes running the company.”

“I wish,” she said, “but my luck’s not that good. Besides, being in charge would mean sticking around. Walker doesn’t like to do that. It means risking getting involved.”

Reid stared at her. “What are you talking about? Walker left because it was his job.”

“And why did he go into the Marines in the first place?”

“To screw with Gloria.”

“I know that’s what everyone says, but I don’t believe it. I think there’s way more to the story. Walker has always held himself a little apart from everyone. Maybe this time will be good for him. Maybe Elissa will be good for him. I really liked her and Zoe.”

“They were all right.” Elissa had been pretty and easy to talk to, which he liked in women he wasn’t going to sleep with. Otherwise, conversation was a waste. “You’re wrong about Walker. He doesn’t hold back.”

“What do you know about him?” Penny asked. “What do you know about his dreams? His fears? His deepest, darkest desires?”

“We’re guys. We don’t talk about that stuff.”

“Exactly. You have me to talk to. Cal has me and Dani. Who does Walker have?”

“I don’t know. His buddies from the Marines?”

“Have you met any of them? Does he bring anyone around?”

He felt uncomfortable with the questioning. What was it about women and feelings? “Leave Walker alone. He’s fine.”

“He’s not, but I’m hoping he will be eventually.”

“THERE ARE MESSAGES!” Zoe said excitedly as Elissa climbed out of her car after work. “Me and Mrs. Ford listened to two of them when they called and there are even more.”

“That’s great,” she said as she closed the car door and bent down toward her daughter. “Don’t I get a hug?”

“Oh, Mommy.” Zoe hugged her quickly, then pulled on her hand. “Come on and listen.”

Elissa allowed herself to be dragged into the house. Sure enough, her normally quiet answering machine blinked excitedly. There were six messages and when Elissa played them back, they were all about ordering jewelry from her.

Apparently Dani and Penny had done more than just wear her creations, they’d talked about them. In the past ten days, Elissa had sold more than a dozen pieces and booked three at-home jewelry shows. If this kept up, she could actually start buying more expensive materials and open a savings account.

“You’re famous, Mommy!” Zoe said with delight. “Everyone knows your pretty work.”

“I guess so.”

The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Elissa Towers, please,” said an unfamiliar female voice.

“This is Elissa.”

“Oh, hi. I’m Marcia Bentley and I’m in charge of booking people into the Labor Day Crafts Fair we have every year. Are you familiar with it?”

Was Marcia kidding? It was the biggest craft show in the state. Elissa had gone several times, mostly to get ideas, and she’d been overwhelmed by the variety and quality.

“Of course,” she said quickly. “It’s wonderful.”

“I’m glad you think so. One of my regulars has a family emergency and won’t be able to make it. I’ve heard so much about your work that I wanted to offer you her spot. It’s on one of the main aisles, very close to several food and drink vendors. Are you interested?”

Elissa sank onto a kitchen chair. Talk about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “Of course,” she said, barely able to speak from the shock of it all. “I’d love to be a part of the fair.”

“Good. If you’ll give me your address, I’ll get the contracts to you right away. You can sign them and send me back a check.”

Marcia filled in a few more details, then hung up with a promise to get the paperwork out that day.

When Elissa hung up, Zoe danced impatiently. “Who was that, Mommy?”

“A lady about the big Labor Day Craft Fair. She said I can have a booth.”

Zoe grinned. “That’s good, right?”

“It’s the best.”

Her daughter yelled with excitement, then ran through the open door in the kitchen to share the news with Mrs. Ford.

Elissa stayed in her seat and waited for her brain to stop spinning. This was incredible. Okay, yeah, the cost of the booth would set her back some, but she would more than make it up the first morning. Her biggest problem was inventory.

She got up and crossed to her workbench. Her finished jewelry was in boxes on an upper shelf. She would need several hundred pieces for that show-which meant hours and hours of work and using her emergency credit card to buy supplies, but it would be worth it. She could easily clear a couple thousand dollars and have enough money to pay off the bill when it arrived.

Talk about a lucky break. Or was it luck? Did Penny or Dani have anything to do with the invitation? Or Walker? She wouldn’t be surprised if it was him. This was exactly the sort of thing he would do.

She found herself wanting to share her good news with him, only he wasn’t home. These days he put in long hours at Buchanan Enterprises. She hadn’t seen him in nearly a week. She missed him. Funny, six weeks ago she’d barely known who he was. Now everything seemed to remind her of him.

Ever since she’d run away with Mitch and had ended up in Los Angeles, she’d accepted that her taste in men sucked. But now, with Walker in her life, she wondered if that had changed. Had she at last found a good one? A man she could trust to always be there for her?

Because that’s what she wanted-someone she could depend on to stick with her no matter what.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS,” Elissa said stubbornly as she locked her front door. “You’re busy. Go run your company.”

“I’m coming,” Walker told her. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Bobby’s a kid.”

“He’s a guy and he’s eighteen. Anything could happen. You haven’t seen him in a long time. You don’t know anything about him.”

Walker had a point, if only a small one. “Fine. Waste your time pretending to be my bodyguard.”

“It’s my time to waste.”

He led the way to his SUV and held open the passenger door. Zoe and Mrs. Ford had gone to the local senior center for an afternoon of scrapbooking. It was Bring Your Grandchild day.

Elissa was silent until they reached the 405 freeway and headed south. She was meeting Bobby in a coffee shop by Southcenter Mall.

“It’s been a long time,” she said as she looked out the window. “I have no idea what he’ll look like. I was seventeen when I left. He was just a kid. He’ll be practically grown-up by now.”

“You can’t change the past,” Walker told her. “Regrets are a meaningless waste of time.”

“So you never have them?”

“I try not to.”

She was pretty sure everyone had regrets, whether about things done or left undone. If she’d known then what she knew now…

“I’m glad you came along,” she told him. “I don’t think Bobby is dangerous, but it’s nice to have company.”

He gave her a smile that made her insides quiver. What was it about this man that made her want to rip off her clothes and have at it right here in the front seat?

Sure he was good-looking, but that had never moved her before. So why Walker? Was it his strength, both physical and emotional? The way he always seemed to know when she needed a good rescuing? And speaking of that, when, exactly, had she lost the ability to get by on her own?

He mentioned something about one of the restaurants and they talked about work until he pulled up in the parking lot. Suddenly her stomach hurt and she wasn’t sure she could catch her breath.

“I’ve done my best not to think about my family for over five years,” she whispered. “Now that’s not possible. Do you think he’ll recognize me?”

“Have you changed much?”

She shook her head. “My hair is shorter. I used to wear it nearly to my waist. But that’s the only real difference. Well, I’m older, but let’s not talk about that.”

She opened the passenger door and stepped into the parking lot. No strange young men lurked there, so she followed Walker inside.

There was a tall, nice-looking teenager in the foyer. Elissa smiled absently at him, then turned away. It was only his gasp of surprise that had her looking back at him.