The Wrong Man For Her. Kathryn Shay

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      “That must have been a hard decision for him to make.”

      Tessa was right about that. John’s daughter, Zoe, had been beaten and raped, then shot to death twenty years ago. The Kramer family had practically fallen apart and there’d been no organizations to help them out. After they’d begun to heal, John had vowed to do something in Zoe’s memory for other crime victims’ families, as well as for the victims themselves.

      Nick smiled, proud of the fact that, two decades later, the Kramer Group, which eventually became the Rockford Crime Victims Center, was one of the most renowned victim assistance organizations in the state.

      “It gets worse, Tessa.”

      “How?”

      “Madelyn’s my boss.”

      This time, she climbed down from the ladder. “Oh, Nick. How on earth is that going to work?”

      “It has to. John needs us both and you know how I feel about abandoning people.”

      “I guess.” Her expression was trouble. “How is Madelyn?”

      “Distant.” He rolled harder, faster. “In charge!”

      “Damn. We wanted you to come to Rockford with us, but working with her won’t be easy.”

      “I can’t believe it.” He set the roller down and whipped off his overshirt, revealing a ragged University of Rockford T-shirt. “She wants to check everything I do.”

      “Well, you can’t blame her, if she runs the place now.” Tessa picked up her bottle of water and sipped from it. She looked about twenty in her jeans, T-shirt and curly hair, though she was thirty-eight, his age.

      “Tell me about it. Her new policy also dictates I work with another counselor in the support group. I’m trying to block that.”

      Tessa’s gaze focused on him.

      “What?”

      “Do you think that’s best for the kids?”

      He crossed to the fridge Maddie had gotten for him yesterday afternoon and retrieved a bottle of soda. “You think I’m being unreasonable?”

      Tessa dropped to the floor and patted the space beside her. “Sit.” When he joined her, she said, “Two people to help eight clients? You can play off each other’s observations. Talk things over. Seems ideal to me.”

      “That’s what Maddie said.” He peeled back the label on the bottle with his thumbnail. “I hope my judgment hasn’t clouded by my relationship with her.”

      “Your past relationship.”

      “What’d I say?”

      Tessa leaned against the ladder. “Nick, are you certain you’re over Madelyn? Because if you’re not, things could get really rough with you working here.”

      “Excuse me.”

      Nick and Tessa glanced to the open doorway where Maddie now stood. Any fleeting hope he might have had that she hadn’t overheard Tessa’s comment was squashed by the tightness in her jaw and the squint around her eyes. She was dressed in a dark pink workout suit that looked great with her coloring. She hadn’t been wearing the casual clothes this morning.

      Nick rolled to his feet. “Hi, Maddie.”

      He pulled Tessa up. Maddie’s eyes focused on their clasped hands.

      “Madelyn Walsh, this is Tessa Logan. My brother’s wife.”

      A polite smile. The women shook hands. “Hi, Tessa.”

      There was no I’ve heard about you. Nick talked to me about contacting you, reuniting with his family. I urged him to do it.

      Instead, Maddie gestured to the room. “Looks terrific in here. I like the color.”

      Tessa jabbed his ribs. “See, I told you.”

      “It’s nice of you to come to help, Tessa. I offered to get some volunteers in to do this for him, but he wanted to do it by himself. His usual M.O.”

      “He isn’t painting alone. My family will be here to pitch in—” she checked her watch “—anytime. I hope you get to meet them.”

      “I’m sorry, I probably won’t. I’m leaving soon. I have a yoga class at six.” She tugged on her top’s drawstring. “Hence the suit.”

      She was taking yoga? And cooking classes?

      “Yoga?” Tessa’s face brightened. “I’ve been planning to find a studio. Would you recommend yours?”

      “Yes. It’s the best yoga center in Rockford. I’ll pick up a brochure for you and give it to Nick.” To him, she said, “I stopped in to tell you that I have bad news. The funding for a second counselor to help you run the group was denied. We’ve got a call into Albany, where the money was supposed to come from, but John doesn’t hold out much hope.”

      Tessa and Nick exchanged glances.

      “That’s unfortunate. Tessa was just telling me what a good idea it was.”

      “Yes, I heard Tessa and you talking.”

      Nick shifted uncomfortably.

      “In any case, I’m not giving up. We’ll have someone by tomorrow afternoon even if I have to assign another staff member.”

      “Seems to me everybody’s already overextended.”

      “Schedules are full, yes. I’ll keep you informed.” She pointed to the walls. “Again, this looks great. Tessa, nice to meet you.”

      Maddie had just started away when two whirlwinds burst through the door. They collided with her, and she stumbled backward. Nick grabbed her by the arms.

      Amidst the screeches of his nieces’—“Sorry…” and “Oh, no…” and his brother’s deep, “Girls…uh-oh…”—Nick was aware of only one thing.

      Maddie close to him again. Her upper arms were solid, supple. The shampoo she used smelled like lilacs. Her hair brushed his cheek, its texture still silky.

      She recovered before he did. Wrenching out of his grasp, she righted herself.

      “I’m sorry.” Dan drew one of his daughters close. “My kids were anxious to see their uncle. This is Sara.” He patted the other’s head. “And this is Molly.”

      “Hello. I’m Madelyn Walsh.”

      Dan’s eyebrows skyrocketed and he threw Nick a questioning look. Nick shrugged.

      “Did we hurt you?” Molly asked.

      “Um…no, no, I’m fine.”

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