Ready for Marriage. Debbie Macomber

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      “Are you seeing someone now?”

      “I don’t believe that information’s necessary to the case. You’re my attorney, not my confessor.”

      “I’m nothing to you,” he said and his words were sharp. “At least not yet.”

      “Will you take the case or won’t you?” she demanded.

      “I haven’t decided yet.”

      He did want her to grovel. And they said hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Apparently women didn’t hold the patent on that.

      “Gary Copeland,” she said stiffly, without emotion. “Gary and I’ve been seeing each other for several months.”

      “Another teacher?”

      “He’s a fireman.”

      Evan nodded thoughtfully.

      “Will you or won’t you help my parents?” she asked again, growing tired of this silly game.

      He was silent for a moment, then said abruptly, “All right. I’ll make some inquiries and learn what I can about Adison Investments.”

      Mary Jo was so relieved and grateful she sagged in her chair.

      “Make an appointment with Mrs. Sterling for next week, and bring your father in with you. Friday would be best. I’ll be in court most of the week.”

      “Thank you, Evan,” she whispered, blinking rapidly in an effort to fight back tears.

      She stood, eager now to escape. Resisting the urge to hug him, she hurried out of his office, past Mrs. Sterling and into the hallway. She was in such a blind rush she nearly collided with a woman holding a toddler in her arms.

      “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mary Jo said, catching herself.

      “I’m afraid I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

      “No problem,” the other woman said with a friendly smile. She held the child protectively against her hip. The little boy, dressed in a blue-and-white sailor suit, looked up at her with eyes that were dark and solemn. Dark as rich Swiss chocolate.

      Evan’s eyes.

      Mary Jo stared at the tall lovely woman. This was Jessica, Evan’s wife, and the baby in her arms was Evan’s son. The flash of pain nearly paralyzed her.

      “I shouldn’t have been standing so close to the door,” Jessica went on to say. “My husband insisted he was taking us to lunch, and asked me to meet him here.”

      “You must be Jessica Dryden,” Mary Jo said, finding the strength to offer her a genuine smile. She couldn’t take her eyes off Evan’s son. He now wore a cheerful grin and waved small chubby arms. If circumstances had been different, this child might have been her own. The void inside her widened; she’d never felt so bleak, so empty.

      “This is Andy.” Jessica did a small curtsy with her son in her arms.

      “Hello, Andy.” Mary Jo gave him her hand, and like a proper gentleman, he took it and promptly tried to place it in his mouth.

      Jessica laughed softly. “I’m afraid he’s teething. Everything goes to his mouth first.” She walked with Mary Jo toward the exit, bouncing the impatient toddler against her hip. “You look familiar,” she said casually. “ Do I know you?”

      “I don’t think so. My name’s Mary Jo Summerhill.”

      Jessica’s face went blank, then recognition swept into her eyes as her smile slowly evaporated. Any censure, however, was quickly disguised.

      “It was nice meeting you,” Mary Jo said quickly, speeding up as they neared the door.

      “Evan’s mentioned you,” Jessica said.

      Mary Jo stopped suddenly. “He has?” She couldn’t help it. Curiosity got the better of her.

      “Yes. He…thought very highly of you.”

      That Jessica used the past tense didn’t escape Mary Jo. “He’s a top-notch attorney.”

      “He’s wonderful,” Jessica agreed. “By the way, I understand we have a mutual friend. Earl Kress.”

      Earl had been a volunteer at Mary Jo’s school. He’d tutored slow readers, and she’d admired his patience and persistence, and especially his sense of humor. The children loved him.

      Earl mentioned Evan’s name at every opportunity. He seemed to idolize Evan for taking on his civil suit against the school district—and winning.

      Earl had graduated from high school functionally illiterate. Because he was a talented athlete, he’d been passed from one grade to the next. Sports were important to the schools, and the teachers were coerced into giving him passing grades. Earl had been awarded a full-ride college scholarship but suffered a serious knee injury in football training camp two weeks after he arrived. Within a couple of months, he’d flunked out of college. In a landmark case, Earl had sued the school district for his education. Evan had been his attorney.

      The case had been in the headlines for weeks. During the trial, Mary Jo had been glued to the television every night, anxious for news. As a teacher, she was, of course, concerned with this kind of crucial education issue. But in all honesty, her interest had less to do with Earl Kress than with Evan. Following the case gave her the opportunity to see him again, even if it was only on a television screen and for a minute or two at a time.

      She’d cheered when she heard that Earl had won his case.

      In the kind of irony that life sometimes tosses, Mary Jo met Earl about a year later. He was attending college classes and volunteering part-time as a tutor at the grade school. They’d become quick friends. She admired the young man and missed him now that he’d returned to the same university where he’d once failed. Again he’d gone on a scholarship, but this time it was an academic one.

      “Yes, I know Earl,” Mary Jo said.

      “He mentioned working with you to Evan. We were surprised to learn you weren’t married.”

      Evan knew! He’d made her squirm and forced her to tell him the truth when all along he’d been perfectly aware that she was still single. Mary Jo’s hands knotted at her sides. He’d taken a little too much delight in squeezing the information out of her.

      “Darling,” a husky male voice said from behind Mary Jo. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” He walked over to Jessica, lifted Andy out of her arms and kissed her on the cheek.

      Mary Jo’s jaw fell open as she stared at the couple.

      “Have you met my husband?” Jessica asked. “Damian, this is Mary Jo Summerhill.”

      “How…hello.” Mary Jo was so flustered she could barely think.

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