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  The girl looked to be about twelve. And very pregnant.

  "I'm looking for Rosalind Ashby. Rosalind Harper Ashby," she corrected. "Is she home?"

  "Yes. She's upstairs. Come in."

  "Thanks. I'm Hayley." She held out a hand. "Hayley Phillips. Mrs. Ashby and I are cousins, in a complicated southern sort of way."

  "Stella Rothchild. Why don't you come in, sit down. I'll go find Roz."

  "That'd be great." Swiveling her head back and forth, Hayley tried to see everything as Stella led her

  into the parlor. "Wow. You've just got to say wow."

  "I did the first time I saw it. Do you want anything? Something to drink?"

  "I'm okay. I should probably wait until..." She stayed on her feet, wandered to the fireplace. It was like something on a television show, or the movies. "Do you work in the house? Are you, like, the housekeeper?"

  "No. I work at Roz's nursery. I'm the manager. I'll just go get Roz. You should sit down."

  "It's okay." Hayley rubbed her pregnant belly. "We've been sitting."

  "Be right back." With Parker in tow, Stella dashed off.

  She hurried up the stairs, turned into Roz's wing. She'd only been in there once, when David had taken her on the grand tour, but she followed the sounds of the television and found Roz in her sitting room.

  There was an old black-and-white movie on TV. Not that Roz was watching. She sat at an antique secretary, wearing baggy jeans and a sweatshirt as she sketched on a pad. Her feet were bare, and to Stella's surprise, her toe-nails were painted a bright candy pink.

  She knocked on the doorjamb.

  "Hmm? Oh, Stella, good. I was just sketching out an idea I had for a cutting garden along the northwest side of the nursery. Thought it might inspire customers. Come take a look."

  "I'd love to, but there's someone downstairs to see you. Hayley Phillips. She says she's your cousin."

  "Hayley?" Roz frowned. "I don't have a cousin Hayley. Do I?"

  "She's young. Looks like a teenager. Pretty. Brown hair, blue eyes, taller than me. She's pregnant."

  "Well, for God's sake." Roz rubbed the back of her neck. "Phillips. Phillips. My first husband's grandmother's sister—or maybe it was cousin—married a Phillips. I think."

  "Well, she did say you were cousins in a complicated southern sort of way."

  "Phillips." She closed her eyes, tapped a finger in the center of her forehead as if to wake up memory. "She must be Wayne Phillips's girl. He died last year. Well, I'd better go see what this is about."

  She got up. "Your boys settled down for the night?"

  "Yes, just."

  "Then come on with me."

  "Don't you think you should—"

  "You've got a good level head. So come on, bring it with you."

  Stella scooped Parker up and, hoping his bladder would hold, went downstairs with Roz.

  Hayley turned as they came in. "I think this is the most completely awesome room. It makes you feel cozy and special just to be in it. I'm Hayley. I'm Wayne Phillips's daughter. My daddy was a connection of your first husband's, on his mother's side. You sent me a very nice note of condolence when he

  passed last year."

  "I remember. I met him once. I liked him."

  "So did I. I'm sorry to come this way, without calling or asking, and I didn't mean to get here so late.

  I had some car trouble earlier."

  "That's all right. Sit down, Hayley. How far along are you?"

  "Heading toward six months. The baby's due end of May. I should apologize, too, because my car ran

  out of gas right at the front of your driveway."

  "We can take care of that. Are you hungry, Hayley? Would you like a little something to eat?"

  "No, ma'am, I'm fine. I stopped to eat earlier. Forgot to feed the car. I have money. I don't want you to think I'm broke or here for a handout."

  "Good to know. We should have tea, then. It's a cool night. Hot tea would be good."

  "If it's not too much trouble. And if you've got decaffeinated." She stroked her belly. "Hardest thing

  about being pregnant's been giving up caffeine."

  "I'll take care of it. Won't be long."

  "Thanks, Stella." Roz turned back to Hayley as Stella went out. "So, did you drive all the way from... Little Rock, isn't it?"

  "I did. I like to drive. Like to better when the car's not acting up, but you have to do what you have to do." She cleared her throat. "I hope you've been well, Cousin Rosalind."

  "I have been, very well. And you? Are you and the baby doing well?"

  "We're doing great. Healthy as horses, so the doctor said. And I feel just fine. Feel like I'm getting big as

  a house, but I don't mind that, or not so much. It's kind of interesting. Um, your children, your sons? They're doing fine?"

  "Yes, they are. Grown now. Harper, that's my oldest, lives here in the guest house. He works with me

  at the nursery."

  "I saw it—the nursery—when I was driving in." Hayley caught herself rubbing her hands on the thighs

  of her jeans and made herself stop. "It looks so big, bigger than I expected. You must be proud."

  "I am. What do you do back in Little Rock?"

  "I worked in a bookstore, was helping manage it by the time I left. A small independent bookstore and coffee shop."

  "Managed? At your age?"

  "I'm twenty-four. I know I don't look it," she said with a hint of a smile. "I don't mind that, either. But I can show you my driver's license. I went to college, on partial scholarship. I've got a good brain. I worked summers there through high school and college. I got the job initially because my daddy was friends with the owner. But I earned it after."

  "You said managed. You don't work there now."

  "No." She was listening, Hayley thought. She was asking the right questions. That was something.

  "I resigned a couple of weeks ago. But I have a letter of recommendation from the owner. I'd decided

  to leave Little Rock."

  "It seems a difficult time to leave home, and a job you're secure in."

  "It seemed like the right time to me." She looked over as Stella wheeled in a tea cart. "Now that is just like the movies. I know saying that makes me sound like a hick or something, but I can't help it."

  Stella laughed. "I was thinking exactly the same as I loaded it up. I made chamomile."

  "Thanks. Stella, Hayley was just telling me she's left her home and her job. I'm hoping she's going to

  tell us why she thinks this was the right time to make a couple of drastic moves."

  "Not drastic," Hayley corrected. "Just big. And I made them because of the baby. Well, because of

  both of us. You've probably figured out I'm not married."

  "Your family isn't supportive?" Stella asked.

  "My mother took off when I was about five. You may not remember that," she said to Roz. "Or you were too polite to mention it. My daddy died last year. I've got aunts and uncles, a pair of grandmothers left, and cousins. Some are still in the Little Rock area. Opinion is ... mixed about my current situation. Thanks," she added after Roz had poured out and offered her a cup.

  "Well, the thing is, I was awfully sad when Daddy passed. He got hit by a car, crossing the street. Just one of those accidents that you can never understand and that, well, just don't seem right. I didn't have time to prepare for it. I guess you never do. But he was just gone, in a minute."

  She drank tea and felt it soothe her right down to the bones she hadn't realized were so tired. "I was sad, and mad and lonely. And there was this guy. It wasn't a one-night stand or anything like that. We liked each other. He used to come in the bookstore, flirt with me. I used to flirt back. When I was alone, he was comforting. He was sweet. Anyway, one thing led to another. He's a law student. Then he went

  back to school, and a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I didn't know what I was going to do. How I was going to tell him. Or anybody.
I put it off for a few more weeks. I didn't know what I was going to do."

  "And when you did?"

  "I thought I should tell him face-to-face. He hadn't been coming into the store like he used to. So I went by the college to look him up. Turned out he'd fallen in love with this girl. He was a little embarrassed to tell me, seeing as we'd been sleeping together. But it wasn't like we'd made each other any promises, or been in love or anything. We'd just liked each other, that's all. And when he talked about this other girl, he got all lit up. You could just see how crazy he was about her. So I didn't tell him about the baby."

  She hesitated, then took one of the cookies Stella had arranged on a plate. "I can't resist sweets. After

  I'd thought about it, I didn't see how telling him would do any of us any good."

  "That was a very hard decision," Roz told her.

  "I don't know that it was. I don't know what I expected him to do when I went to tell him, except I thought he had a right to know. I didn't want to marry him or anything. I wasn't even sure, back that

  far, that I was going to keep the baby."

  She nibbled on the cookie while she rubbed a hand gently over the mound of her belly. "I guess that's

  one of the reasons I went out there, to talk to him. Not just to tell him about it, but to see what he

  thought we should do. But sitting with him, listening to him go on about this girl—"

  She stopped, shook her head. "I needed to decide what to do about it. All telling him would've done was made him feel bad, or resentful or scared. Mess up his life when all he'd really tried to do was help me through a bad time."

  "And that left you alone," Stella pointed out.

  "If I'd told him, I still would've been alone. The thing is, when I decided I'd keep the baby, I thought about telling him again, and asked some people how he was doing. He was still with that girl, and they were talking about getting married, so I think I did the right thing. Still, once I started to show, there was

  a lot of gossip and questions, a lot of looks and whispers. And I thought, What we need is a fresh start. So I sold the house and just about everything in it. And here I am."

  "Looking for that fresh start," Roz concluded.

  "I'm looking for a job." She paused, moistened her lips. "I know how to work. I also know a lot of

  people would step back from hiring a woman nearly six months along. Family, even distant, through-marriage sort of family, might be a little more obliging."

  She cleared her throat when Roz said nothing. "I studied literature and business in college. I graduated with honors. I've got a solid employment record. I've got money—not a lot. My partial scholarship didn't cover everything, and my daddy was a teacher, so he didn't make much. But I've got enough to take care of myself, to pay rent, buy food, pay for this baby. I need a job, any kind of a job for now. You've got your business, you've got this house. It takes a lot of people to help run those. I'm asking for a chance to be one of them."

  "Know anything about plants, about gardening?"

  "We put in flower beds every year. Daddy and I split the yard work. And what I don't know, I can learn. I learn quick."

  "Wouldn't you rather work in a bookstore? Hayley managed an independent bookstore back home,"

  Roz told Stella.

  "You don't own a bookstore," Hayley pointed out. "I'll work without pay for two weeks."

  "Someone works for me, she gets paid. I'll be hiring the seasonal help in a few weeks. In the meantime... Stella, can you use her?"

  "Ah ..." Was she supposed to look at that young face and bulging belly and say no? "What were your responsibilities as manager?"

  "I wasn't, like, officially the manager. But that's what I did, when you come down to it. It was a small operation, so I did some of everything. Inventory, buying, customer relations, scheduling, sales, advertising. Just the bookstore end of it. There was a separate staff for the coffee shop."

  "What would you say were your strengths?"

  She had to take a breath, calm her nerves. She knew it was vital to be clear and concise. And just as

  vital to her pride not to beg. "Customer relations, which keyed into sales. I'm good with people, and I don't mind taking the extra time you need to take to make sure they get what they want. If your customers are happy, they come back, and they buy. You take the extra steps, personalize service,

  you get customer loyalty."

  Stella nodded. "And your weaknesses?"

  "The buying," she said without hesitation. "I'd just want to buy everything if it was up to me. I had to keep reminding myself whose money I was spending. But sometimes I didn't hear myself."

  "We're in the process of reorganizing, and some expanding. I could use some help getting the new

  system in place. There's still a lot of computer inputting—some of it very tedious—to deal with."

  "I can handle a keyboard. PC and Mac."

  "We'll go for the two weeks," Roz decided. "You'll get paid, but we'll consider the two weeks a trial balloon for all of us. If it doesn't work out, I'll do what I can to help you find another job."

  "Can't say fairer than that. Thanks, Cousin Rosalind."

  "Just Roz. We've got some gas out in the shed. I'll go get it, and we'll get your car up here so you can

  get your things in."

  "In? In here?" Shaking her head, Hayley set her cup aside. "I said I wasn't after a handout. I appreciate the job, the chance at the job. I don't expect you to put me up."

  "Family, even distant-through-marriage family, is welcome here. And it'll give us all a chance to get to know each other, to see if we're going to suit"

  "You live here?" Hayley asked Stella.

  "Yes. And my boys—eight and six. They're upstairs asleep."

  "Are we cousins?"

  "No."

  "I'll get the gas." Roz got to her feet and started out.

  "I'll pay rent" Hayley rose as well, instinctively laying a hand on her belly. "I pay my way."

  "We'll adjust your salary to compensate for it."

  When she was alone with Stella, Hayley let out a long, slow bream. "I thought she'd be older. And

  scarier. Though I bet she can be plenty scary when she needs to. You can't have what she has, and

  keep it, grow it, without knowing how to be scary."

  "You're right. I can be scary, too, when it comes to work."

  "I'll remember. Ah, you're from up north?"

  "Yes. Michigan."

  "That's a long way. Is it just you and your boys?"

  "My husband died about two and a half years ago."

  "That's hard. It's hard to lose somebody you love. I guess all three of us know about that. I think it can make you hard if you don't have something, someone else to love. I've got the baby."

  "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

  "No. Baby had its back turned during the sonogram." She started to chew on her thumbnail, then tucked the thumb in her fist and lowered it. "I guess I should go out, take the gas Roz is getting."

  "I'll go with you. We'll take care of it together."

  * * *

  In an hour they had Hayley settled in one of the guest rooms in the west wing. She knew she gawked. She knew she babbled. But she'd never seen a more beautiful room, had never expected to be in one. Much less to be able to call it her own, even temporarily.

  She put away her things, running her fingers over the gleaming wood of the bureau, the armoire, the etched-glass lampshades, the carving of the headboard.

  She would earn this. That was a promise she made to herself, and her child, as she indulged in a long, warm bath. She would earn the chance she'd been given and would pay Roz back in labor and in loyalty.

  She was good at both.

  She dried off, then rubbed oil over her belly, her breasts. She wasn't afraid of childbirth—she knew how to work hard toward a goal. But she was really hoping she could avoid stretch marks.

  She felt a little chill and slipped
hurriedly into her nightshirt. Just at the edge of the mirror, just at the corner of her vision, she caught a shadow, a movement.

  Rubbing her arms warm, she stepped through to the bedroom. There was nothing, and the door was closed, as she'd left it. -

  Dog-tired, she told herself and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long trip from the past to the verge of the future.

  She took one of the books she'd had in her suitcase—the rest, ones she hadn't been able to bring herself to sell, were still packed in the trunk of her car—and slipped into bed.

  She opened it to where she'd left it bookmarked, prepared to settle herself down, as she did most nights, with an hour of reading.

  And was asleep with the light burning before she'd finished the first page.

  * * *

  At Roz's request, Stella once again went into her sitting room and sat. Roz poured them each a glass of wine.

  "Honest impression?" she asked.

  "Young, bright, proud. Honest. She could have spun us a sob story about being betrayed by the baby's father, begged for a place to stay, used her pregnancy as an excuse for all manner of things. Instead she took responsibility and asked to work. I'll still check her references."

  "Of course. She seemed fearless about the baby."

  "It's after you have them you learn to be afraid of everything."

  "Isn't that the truth?" Roz scooped her fingers through her hair twice. "I'll make a few calls, find out a little more about that part of the Ashby family. I honestly don't remember very well. We never had much contact, even when he was alive. I do remember the scandal when the wife took off, left him with the baby. From the impression she made on me, and you, apparently he managed very well."

  "Her managerial experience could be a real asset."

  "Another manager." Roz, in a gesture Stella took as only half mocking, cast her eyes to heaven.

  "Pray for me."

  SEVEN

  It didn't take two weeks. After two days, Stella decided Hayley was going to be the answer to her personal prayer. Here was someone with youth, energy, and enthusiasm who understood and

  appreciated efficiency in the workplace.

  She knew how to read and generate spreadsheets, understood instructions after one telling, and