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  "Lovely," Nell said when the last notes had died away.

  "Really lovely. You guys have come a long way in a very short time. I'm awfully proud of you. Now scram, and have a great weekend."

  While Nell moved to the piano to gather up music, the chatter began behind her.

  "You sounded really good," Holly told Kim.

  "Honest?"

  "Honest. Brad thought so, too." Holly shifted her eyes cagily to the school heartthrob, who was shrugging into his school jacket.

  "He doesn't even know I'm alive."

  "He does now. He was watching you the whole time. I know, because I was watching him." Holly sighed. "If I looked like Miss Davis, he'd be watching me."

  Kim laughed, but shot a quick glance toward Brad un­der her lashes. "She's really fabulous. Just the way she talks to us and stuff. Mr. Striker always crabbed."

  "Mr. Striker was a crab. See you later, huh?"

  "Yeah." It was all Kim could manage, because it looked, it really looked, as though Brad were coming to­ward her. And he was looking at her.

  "Hi." He flashed a grin, all white teeth, with a crooked incisor that made her heart flop around in her chest. "You did real good."

  "Thanks." Her tongue tied itself into knots. This was Brad, she kept thinking. A senior. Captain of the football team. Student council president. All blond hair and green eyes.

  "Miss Davis sure is cool, isn't she?"

  "Yeah." Say something, she ordered herself. "She's coming to a party at my house tonight. My mom's having some people over."

  "Adults only, huh?"

  "No, Holly's coming by and a couple other people." Her heart thundered in her ears as she screwed up her courage. "You could drop by if you wanted."

  "That'd be cool. What time?"

  She managed to close her mouth and swallow. "Oh, about eight," she said, struggling for the casual touch. "I live on—"

  "I know where you live." He grinned at her again, and all but stopped her thundering heart. "Hey, you're not going with Chuck anymore, are you?"

  "Chuck?" Who was Chuck? "Oh, no. We hung out for a while, but we sort of broke up over the summer."

  "Great. See you later."

  He strolled off to join a group of boys who were troop­ing offstage.

  "That's a very cute guy," Nell commented from behind Kim.

  "Yeah." The word was a sigh. Kim had stars in her eyes.

  "Kimmy has a boyfriend," Zeke sang, in the high-pitched, annoying voice that was reserved for addressing younger siblings—or female cousins.

  "Shut up, brat."

  He only giggled and began to dance around the stage, singsonging the refrain. Nell saw murder shoot into Kim's eyes and created a diversion.

  "Well, I guess you guys don't want to practice 'Jingle Bells' today."

  "Yes, we do." Zack stopped twirling around the stage with his brother and dashed to the piano. "I know which one it is," he said, attacking Nell's neat pile of sheet mu­sic. "I can find it."

  "I'll find it," Zeke said, but his brother was already holding the music up triumphantly.

  "Good going." Nell settled on the bench with a boy on either side of her. She played a dramatic opening chord that made them both giggle. "Please, music is a serious business. And one, and two, and..."

  They actually sang it now, instead of screaming it, as they had the first time she invited them to try. What they lacked in style, they made up for in enthusiasm. In spades.

  Even Kim was grinning by the time they'd finished.

  "Now you do one, Miss Davis." Zack gave her his soulful look. "Please."

  "Your dad's probably waiting."

  "Just one."

  "Just one," Zeke echoed.

  In a few short weeks, it had become impossible for her to resist them. "Just one," Nell agreed, and reached into the now-messy pile of music. "I picked up something you might like at the mall. I bet you've seen The Little Mer­maid."

  "Lots of times," Zeke boasted. "We've got the tape and everything."

  "Then you'll recognize this." She played the opening of "Part of Your World."

  Mac hunched his shoulders against the wind as he headed into the school. He was damn sick and tired of waiting out in the parking lot. He'd seen the other kids filing out more than ten minutes before.

  He had things to do, damn it. Especially since he was stuck going over to Mira's for a party.

  He hated parties.

  He stomped down the hall. And he heard her. Not the words. He couldn't make out the words, because they were muffled by the auditorium doors. But the sound of her voice, rich and deep. A Scotch-and-soda voice, he'd thought more than once. Sensual, seductive. Sexy.

  He opened the door. He had to. And the lush flow of it rolled over him.

  A kid's song. He recognized it now from the mermaid movie the boys were still crazy about. He told himself no sane man would get tied up in knots when a woman sang a kid's song.

  But he wasn't feeling very sane. Hadn't been since he made the enormous mistake of kissing her.

  And he knew that if she'd been alone he would have marched right over to the piano and kissed her again.

  But she wasn't alone. Kim was standing behind her, and his children flanked her. Now and again she glanced down at them as she sang, and smiled. Zack was leaning toward her, his head tilting in the way it did just before he climbed into your lap.

  Something shifted inside him as he watched. Something painful and frightening. And very, very sweet.

  Shaken, Mac stuffed his hands into his pockets, curled those hands into fists. It had to stop. Whatever was hap­pening to him had to stop.

  He took a long breath when the music ended. He thought—foolishly, he was sure—that there was some­thing magical humming in the instant of silence that fol­lowed.

  "We're running late," he called out, determined to break the spell.

  Four heads turned his way. The twins began to bounce on the bench.

  "Dad! Hey, Dad! We can sing 'Jingle Bells' really good! Want to hear us?"

  "I can't." He tried to smile, softening the blow, when Zack's lip poked out. "I'm really running late, kids."

  "Sorry, Uncle Mac." Kim scooped up her coat. "We kind of lost track."

  While Mac shifted uncomfortably, Nell leaned over and murmured something to his sons. Something, Mac noted, that put a smile back on Zack's face and took the mutinous look off Zeke's. Then both of them threw arms around her and kissed her before they raced offstage for their coats.

  "Bye, Miss Davis! Bye!"

  "Thanks, Miss Davis," Kim added. "See you later."

  Nell made a humming sound and rose to straighten her music.

  Mac felt the punch of her cold shoulder all the way in the back of the auditorium. "Ah, thanks for entertaining them," he called out.

  Nell lifted her head. He could see her clearly in the stage lights. Clearly enough that he caught the lift of her brow, the coolness of her unsmiling mouth, before she lowered her head again.

  Fine, he told himself as he caught both boys on the fly. He didn't want to talk to her anyway.

  Chapter 5

  She didn't have to ignore him so completely. Mac sipped the cup of hard cider his brother-in-law had pressed on him and resentfully studied Nell's back.

  She'd had it turned in his direction for an hour.

  A hell of a back, too, he thought, half listening as the mayor rattled on in his ear. Smooth and straight, topped off by the fluid curve of her shoulders. It looked very seductive in the thin plum-colored jacket she wore over a short matching dress.

  She had terrific legs. He didn't think he'd ever actually seen them before. He would have remembered. Every other time he'd run into her she'd had them covered up.

  She'd probably worn a dress tonight to torment him.

  Mac cut the mayor off in midstream and strode over to her. "Look, this is stupid."

  Nell glanced up. She'd been having a pleasant conver­sation with a group of Mira's friends—and thoroughl
y enjoying the simple act of ignoring Mira's brother.

  "Excuse me?"

  "It's just stupid," he repeated.

  "The need to raise more money for the arts in public school is stupid?" she asked, well aware he wasn't refer­ring to the topic she'd been discussing.

  "What? No. Damn it, you know what I mean."

  "I'm sorry." She started to turn back to the circle of very interested faces, but he took her arm and pulled her aside. "Do you want me to cause a scene in your sister's house?" Nell said between her teeth.

  "No." He weaved his way through the minglers, around the dining