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      “That’ll pass. She’s really your manager?”

      “Has been since I was twelve.”

      “She’s scary.”

      “Tell me about it. But she’s also the best. There are a lot of talented musicians out there who haven’t had half the opportunities I have.”

      Nicole settled into a chair across from the sofa. “She talked about your concert dates, the practice, fittings, media interviews. Is that a regular day?”

      Claire leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes. “Pretty much. There isn’t a lot of free time. Sometimes I feel like those hamsters in a cage, running on a wheel. You go and go, but you don’t get anywhere and the view never changes. I will say it’s gotten easier. I know a lot of the music. When I was younger, I had to learn everything. That was a nightmare.”

      She paused, then braced herself for the sarcastic attack to follow. Nicole wasn’t one to walk away from a good comeback.

      But her sister only said, “It sounds tough.”

      Claire opened her eyes. “Are you feeling all right? Do you have a fever?”

      Nicole shifted in her seat. “No. I’m fine. It’s possible that after talking to Lisa I’ve come to see that maybe your life isn’t as princessy as I’d first thought. That there might be actual work involved.”

      “Oh, really.” Claire sat up and smiled. “Which would mean you’re…”

      “What?”

      “You know. Say it. If you’re not right, you’re…”

      Nicole shook her head. “Forget it. We’re not going there. I’m saying I might have been misinformed. That’s as good as you’re getting.”

      “Wrong,” Claire told her. “The word you’re looking for is wrong.”

      “Never. So you stayed to have dinner with Wyatt?”

      “Uh-huh. We went out. Amy’s great. I really like her a lot.”

      “How do you feel about Wyatt?”

      Claire had the sudden sense of stepping into dangerous territory. “He’s a great dad. Patient and caring. Those two obviously love each other.”

      Nicole studied her for a long time. “They do. Amy’s his world.”

      “I can really tell. He, uh, isn’t seeing anyone, is he?”

      Nicole stood. “Why do you care?”

      “I don’t. I just wondered. He’s really nice and it seems like he would have remarried again.”

      Nicole’s expression hardened. The temperature in the room dropped about twenty degrees. “I can’t believe it,” she yelled. “You’re attracted to him? No way. You are so not dating him. You can just forget it. He’s my friend. Mine. Do you hear me? It’s bad enough that Jesse slept with Drew. There is no way in hell you’re going to sleep with Wyatt.” With fists clenched, Nicole made an abrupt about-face and left the room.

       CHAPTER TEN

      CLAIRE HAD NEVER BEEN on a construction site before. She got out of her car and looked for the trailer Wyatt had described. She saw it off to one side, but instead of heading directly toward it, she paused to look at what was going on.

      The huge space had been cleared of most of the trees, although there were still several in what she guessed would be backyards. A few of the houses were already framed, while others were little more than stakes pushed into dirt. Big, loud equipment dug out foundations and moved soil.

      She’d never thought about all the effort that went in to building a house. Or several houses. It looked complicated, and almost miraculous. How could someone create a house from nothing? How did anyone know what to do first, then second and so on until it was finished? Who figured all that stuff out?

      Not a question she was going to get answered just standing here, she reminded herself and walked toward the trailer.

      She was about halfway there, when a tall, thin man with a mustache stopped her.

      “Aren’t you the prettiest thing I’ve seen all morning,” he said with a smile. “I’m Spike. Who are you?”

      Spike? She’d never met anyone called Spike before. She took in the tattoos on his arm, his University of Washington T-shirt and the big smile that seemed to welcome her. She appreciated his friendliness.

      “I’m Claire. I’m looking after Wyatt’s daughter. He forgot to sign a permission slip so I brought it by.”

      Spike looked her over. “You’re one of those fancy nannies?”

      That sounded a whole lot better than an out-of-work, panic-filled piano player. “Sort of.”

      “It’s nice to meet you, Claire.”

      “You, too.”

      “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

      “I’ve just started looking after Amy. I’m new to Seattle.”

      “Need someone to show you around?”

      Was this flirting? Was he flirting? She wished she knew more about men and women and how they interacted with each other. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing or feel stupid.

      “I have a GPS system,” she told him. “I’m doing okay.”

      Spike chuckled. “You’re doing better than that, darlin’.”

      Oh, my. Not sure how to respond, she smiled. “I, ah, need to get this to Wyatt, then back to the school. It was nice to meet you.”

      “You, too. We could get a drink sometime.”

      She froze in the act of taking a step. Had Spike just asked her out?

      She turned back to him. Would it be a date? A real, live date? “That would be nice,” she said, and continued toward the trailer.

      Okay, so she wasn’t desperately interested in Spike. At least going out with him would be practice, so she could do a better job when she met someone she really liked. Besides, he seemed nice enough. Maybe she was judging him too quickly.

      As she approached the trailer, the door flung open. Wyatt stood in the opening, glowering at her.

      “Why were you talking to Spike?” he demanded.

      “What? I don’t know. We were just chatting.”

      “It looked like more than that.”

      “You’re right. We were СКАЧАТЬ