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“Thank you,” she said to Chase in a tremulous voice.

“No problem. I was happy to have them with us. You’re raising two fine boys there, Daisy. You should be proud of them.”

“Oh, darn.” She held an index finger under each eye. “You’re going to have me bawling here in a minute. I just wanted to thank you both.”

“Daisy?” Lesley asked gently. “Is everything all right?”

“Of course everything’s all right. A woman can shed a few tears now and then, can’t she?”

“Sure, but…”

“I know. I’m making a fool of myself. It’s just that I appreciate what you did for my boys. I’ve never seen them so excited and so happy.” Lesley wasn’t expecting to be hugged, but Daisy reached for her, nearly squeezing the breath from her lungs. “I want to thank you for being my friend,” she murmured, wiping her hand under her nose. Then she returned to her house.

Eric and Kevin were off, eager to relate their escapades to their neighborhood friends.

Chase followed Lesley into the kitchen. He helped her unload the picnic basket, then stopped abruptly, looking over at her.

“Is something the matter?” she asked.

“It looks like you’ve got a message on your answering machine.”

Lesley’s heart felt frozen in her chest. Trying to be nonchalant about it, she walked over and pushed the playback button. This time, Tony’s voice didn’t rip through her like the blade of a knife. In fact, hearing him again so soon felt anticlimactic.

“Lesley, it’s Tony. When you didn’t return my call, I stopped by the house. You weren’t home. I need to talk to you. Call me soon. Please.”

Lesley looked at Chase, wishing she could read his thoughts, wishing she could gauge her own. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them and his jaw was stiff.

“Are you going to contact him?”

She wasn’t any more confident than she’d been earlier. “I don’t know.”

“I see.”

“You want to remind me he’s a married man, don’t you?” she cried. “I know that, Chase. I have no idea why he’s calling or what he wants from me.”

“Get real, Lesley. You know exactly what he wants. Didn’t he say April’s out of town?”

“Tony’s not like that.” Again, she didn’t understand why she felt the need to defend him. She’d done it so often that it came naturally to her, she supposed. Although, she did have to wonder if Tony might be unfaithful to April, as he’d been to her.

“You know him better than I do,” Chase admitted grudgingly. “I’ve got to get back,” he said, as though he couldn’t get away from her fast enough.

“Are you interviewing more…applicants?” she asked him on the way to the door, making conversation, not wanting their day to end on a sour note.

“Yes,” he said briskly. “Several.”

His answer surprised her. “When?”

“I talked to some last night and I have more scheduled for later this afternoon and evening.”

“You’ll call me?” she asked, trailing after him.

He hesitated, not looking at her. An eternity seemed to pass before he nodded. “All right,” he said curtly.

Lesley longed to reassure him; that was what Chase was waiting for her to do. To promise him she wouldn’t call Tony. But she couldn’t tell him that. She hadn’t decided yet. She remembered what he’d said about not wanting to compete with another man for a woman’s
affections. What Chase didn’t understand was that she’d never try to play one man against another.

“I’ll look forward to hearing from you,” she said. To her own ears she sounded oddly formal. She stood on the other side of the screen door, watching him walk away from her. She had the craziest feeling that he was taking a piece of her heart with him.

She waited until his car was gone before she breathed again. She told herself she couldn’t possibly know a man for such a short while and adequately judge her feelings. She was attracted to him, but any other woman with two eyes in her head would be, too.

Then there was Tony. She’d loved him for so long she didn’t know how to stop. He’d been an integral part of her life and without him her world felt empty and meaningless.

Lesley walked back into her kitchen and listened to the message again. She thought about phoning Lori and asking for advice, but decided against it. Lori had said she’d get back to her later, and she hadn’t yet.

Daisy was the more logical choice, although her feelings about Tony were well-known. Lesley found her neighbor in the backyard, wearing a bikini, soaking up the sun on a chaise longue while propping an aluminum shield under her chin. Amused, Lesley stood by the fence and studied her.

“Where in heaven’s name did you get
that?
” Lesley asked.

“Don’t get excited. It’s one of those microwave pizza boxes the boys like, with those silver linings. I figured I’d put it to good use now that they’re finished with the pizza.”

“Honestly, Daisy, you crack me up.”

“I’ve only got so much time to get any sun. I’ve got to make the most of it.”

“I know, I know.”

“Where’d Chase take off to?”

Lesley looked away. “He had to get back to his hotel. Did I tell you eight hundred women responded to his billboard?”

Daisy’s eyes were closed. “Seems to me it’s a shame you’re not one of them. What’s the matter, Lesley, is it beneath your dignity?”

“Yes,” she snapped.

Daisy’s sigh revealed how exasperated she was with Lesley. “That’s too bad, sweetie, because that man’s worth ten Tonys.”

Lesley’s fingers closed around the top of the fence. “It’s funny that you should mention Tony because he’s been calling me.”

“What does that poor excuse of a man have to say for himself?”

“He claims he needs to talk to me.”

“I’ll just bet.”

“He left two messages and Chase was here both times when I listened to them.”

Daisy shook her head. “Chase isn’t the type to stand still for that nonsense. Did he set you straight?”

“Daisy! I don’t need a man to tell me what to do and I resent you even suggesting such a thing.” She remembered, a little guiltily, that she
had
asked Chase to help her sort out her feelings for Tony as well as her moral obligations.

“You’re right, of course. Neither of us truly needs a
man for
anything
. I don’t and you’ve proved you don’t, either. But you know, having one around can be a real comfort at times.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Lesley said, worrying her lower lip.

“About Chase and all those women?”

She was astonished by the way Daisy always brought the conversation back to Chase. “No! About Tony calling me.”

“You’ve been miserable because that slimeball dumped you,” Daisy went on with barely a pause. “I find it ironic that when you meet up with a really decent guy, Tony comes sniffin’ around. Does this guy have radar or what?”

Lesley smiled. “I doubt it.”

“He couldn’t tolerate the thought of you with another man, you know.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! He didn’t want me, Daisy. You seem to be forgetting that.”

“Of course he wants you. For Tony it’s a matter of pride to keep two women in love with him. Don’t kid yourself. His ego eats it up.”

“He’s married.”

Daisy snorted. “When has that ever stopped a man?”

“I’m sure you’re wrong.” Here she was defending him
again
although she didn’t even know what he wanted from her.

“Listen, sweetie, you might have a college degree, but when it comes to men, you’re as naive as those kids you teach. Why do you think Tony didn’t want you transferring to another school? He wants to keep his eye on you.
Trust me, the minute you show any interest in another man, he’ll be there like stink on—”

“I get the picture, Daisy.”

“Fine, but do you get the message?”

Lesley gnawed at her lip. “I think so.”

Daisy lowered the aluminum shield. She turned her head to look at Lesley. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? Afraid of what’ll happen if you call Tony back.” Lesley nodded.

“Are you still in love with that jerk?”

Once more she nodded.

“Oh, Lesley, you idiot. You don’t need him, not when you’ve got someone like Chase. He’s crazy about you, but he isn’t stupid. He’s not going to ram his head against a brick wall, and who could blame him? Not me.”

“I hardly know Chase.”

“What more do you
need
to know?”

“Daisy, he’s looking for a wife.”

“So what?” Her neighbor asked impatiently.

“I’m not in love with Chase.”

“Do you like him?”

“Of course I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t continue to see him.”

“What are you expecting, sweetie? This guy is manna from heaven. If you want to spend the rest of your life mooning over Tony, feel free. As far as I’m concerned, that guy’s going to do his best to make you miserable for as long as he can.”

“Chase is from Alaska,” Lesley argued.

“So? You don’t have any family here. There’s nothing holding you back other than Tony, is there? Is a married man worth all that grief, Lesley?”

“No.” How small her voice sounded, how uncertain.

“Do you want to lose Chase?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t
know?
Sometimes I want to clobber you, Lesley. Where do you think you’d ever find another man as good as Chase? But if that doesn’t concern you, then far be it from me to point out the obvious.” She swung her legs from the chaise longue. “If you want my advice, I’d say go for it and marry the guy. I doubt that you’ll be sorry.”

Lesley wished she could be as sure of that, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t even sure how she was going to get through another night without calling Tony.

Six

C
hase forced himself to relax. He wasn’t being fair to the women he’d interviewed. He tried, heaven knew he’d tried, to concentrate on what they’d said, but it hadn’t worked, not in a single case. And this had been going on for several days.

He’d ask a question, listen intently for the first minute or two, and then his mind would drift. What irritated him most was the subject that dominated his thoughts so completely.

Lesley.

She was in love with Tony, although she was struggling to hide it. Not from him, but from herself. All the signs were there.

If he had more time, he might have a chance with Lesley. But he didn’t. Even if he could afford a couple of months to court her, it might not be enough.

The best thing, the only thing, he could do was accept that whatever they’d so briefly had was over, cut his losses and do what he could to make up for wasted time.

“That’s the last of them for this evening,” Sandra said,
letting herself into the room. The door clicked softly behind her.

“Good.” He was exhausted to the bone.

“I’ve got appointments starting first thing tomorrow morning. Are you sure you’re up to this?”

He nodded, although he wasn’t sure of anything. He could hardly keep the faces and the stories straight.

Sandra hesitated. “Has anyone caught your fancy yet?”

Chase chuckled, not because he found her question amusing, but because he was susceptible to one of the most basic human flaws—wanting what he couldn’t have. He wanted Lesley. “The woman I’d like to marry is in love with someone else and won’t marry me.”

“Isn’t that the way it generally works?” Sandra offered sympathetically.

“It must,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. He wasn’t accustomed to so much sitting and was getting restless. The city was beginning to wear on him, too, and the thought of his cabin on the tundra became more appealing by the minute.

“Is there one woman who’s stuck out in your mind?” He motioned for Sandra to sit down and she did, taking the chair across from him.

“A couple,” she said. “Do you remember Anna Lincoln and LaDonna Ransom?”

Chase didn’t, not immediately. “Describe them to me.”

“LaDonna’s that petite blonde you saw yesterday evening, the one who’s working in the King County Assessor’s office.”

Try as he might, Chase couldn’t recall the woman,
not when there’d been so many. There’d been several blondes, and countless faces and little that made one stand out over another.

“But I hesitate to recommend her. She’s a fragile little thing, and I don’t know how well she’d adjust to winters that far north. Seattle’s climate is temperate and nothing like what you experience. But…she was sweet, and I think you’d grow to love her, given the opportunity.”

“What about Anna Lincoln?”

“We chatted for a bit before the interview and she seemed to be a nice girl. Ambitious, too. Of course there was the one drawback.” Sandra shrugged. “She’s not very pretty, at least not when you compare her to a lot of the other women who’ve applied.”

“Beauty doesn’t count for much as far as I’m concerned. I’m not exactly a movie star myself, you know.”

Sandra must have felt obliged to argue with him because she made something of a fuss, contradicting him. By the time she’d finished, she had him sounding like he should consider running for Mr. Universe.

“At any rate, I liked Anna and I think she’d suit you. If you want I’ll get her file.”

“Please.”

Sandra left and returned a couple of minutes later with the file. Chase was reading it over when she said good-night. He waved absently as he scanned the application and his few notes. There wasn’t a picture enclosed, which might have jogged his memory. The details she’d written down about herself described at least twenty other women he’d interviewed in the past few days.

He set the file aside and relaxed, leaning back in his chair, wondering if Anna’s lips were as soft and pliable as Lesley’s, or if she fit in his arms as though she’d been made for him. Probably not. No use trying to fool himself.

He reread the information and, exhaling sharply with defeat, set aside the file. At the rate things were going, he’d return to Twin Creeks without the bride he’d come to find.

* * *

“Lori?” Lesley was so excited to find her friend at home that her voice rose unnaturally high.

“Lesley? Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. I’ve been waiting to hear from you. We were going to get together this week, remember?”