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makeup on her face, and her short gray hair done in soft curls.
    â€œYou look great. What’s the occasion?” Jordan rose and started to help Granny into the chair she’d been sitting in.
    Her grandmother shook off her assistance. “Child, I wish you would stop listening to your mother. I can manage by myself.” She sank into the chair and waved Jordan toward the one next to her. “Doug’s going to be at the Prairie Pride meeting tonight. I finally talked him into being part of the group at church.”
    â€œYou really like him?”
    A twinkle entered her eyes, and her mouth tilted up in a huge grin. “Yeah. And I don’t care what Eileen thinks.”
    â€œMom will come around. Give her time.”
    â€œTime isn’t my friend. I’m going to grasp the brass ring while I can still reach for it.”
    Jordan chuckled. “I love you. After the day I’ve had, you still manage to make me laugh.”
    â€œYou finally told your young man about Nicholas? I know you’ve been praying about it.”
    She chewed on a fingernail then realized what she was doing and dropped her hand into her lap, grasping both of them together to keep from doing it. “Zachary isn’t my young man, but yes I did today.” Seeing him earlier had renewed feelings she wanted—needed—to deny, especially when she discovered that Zachary hadn’t known about the calls all those years ago.
    â€œI imagine he wasn’t too pleased.”
    â€œThat’s putting it mildly.”
    â€œAnd now you need to talk with Nicholas?”
    Jordan nodded. “I’ve made a mess of everything. I wish I’d never run into Zachary.” At least a part of her wished that, but another part wondered if she and Zachary could put the past behind them and start over.
    Her grandmother cocked her head and studied Jordan with those sensitive dark eyes that could see right through her. “Do you really? You don’t think this is for the best in the end?”
    Her clasped hands squeezed until her fingers tingled. “You always did like Zachary.”
    â€œHe’s a likeable young man. But what I feel isn’t the point. This is about Nicholas and you, and your son deserves to know.”
    Jordan dropped her head and stared at her hands twisting together. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to get used to seeing Zachary.”
    â€œGood. It’s about time. I hated seeing you two break up.”
    Jordan looked at her grandmother. “You never said anything before. You sound like Rachel.”
    â€œIt was your mistake to make.”
    â€œMistake? It wouldn’t have worked back then. I wanted different things than Zachary.”
    â€œHow about now?”
    â€œI don’t know him. I realized that when I saw him.”
    Jordan’s mom came into the kitchen. “There you are. We need to get going or you’ll be late.”
    â€œAnd we wouldn’t want that.” Her grandmother winked at Jordan then rose slowly, peering at her. “I suggest you get to know him.”
    â€œI was looking for your walker. Where is it?” Eileen scanned the room.
    â€œI put it away.”
    â€œYou can’t.”
    â€œI can do what I want. I don’t need it.” Her grandmother hobbled toward the back door, saying, “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late,” then disappeared outside.
    Her mom huffed and stalked past Jordan. “See what I have to put up with.”
    â€œSee you in a couple hours.”
    Jordan pushed to her feet and took her mug to the sink. For a few seconds the dark out the window enticed her attention. Anything to prolong going to Nicholas’s room. Anything to prolong having the conversation about his father. Anything to rewrite the past. Not possible. A long breath hissed from her lips.
    She moved toward the hallway. The doorbell rang. She quickly diverted her path to the front foyer,