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back again. “My tree?”
    â€œYes, your tree. Besides, you’re better at this wishing stuff than I am.”
    â€œI don’t know, Maggie. That’s not what your uncle wanted.”
    â€œPlease?”
    For a moment he said nothing, then he met her gazewith a mischievous one of his own. “Okay, okay. But under two conditions.”
    â€œAnd those are?” she prodded, a smile twitching her own lips.
    â€œFirst, you tell me another one of your wishes. A small one.”
    She considered his words, an answer forming instantly. “To never forget. Ever.”
    He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
    â€œAnd you?” she asked, fighting to keep the moment light.
    â€œTo fix things.”
    â€œWell—” she glanced around the room “—it certainly looks like you’re off to a good start.”
    â€œMaybe. But I have other things to fix, too.” He lifted the ornament box into her line of vision. “Which kind of leads me to my second condition.”
    Rolling her eyes skyward, she made a silly face, the sound of Rory’s subsequent laugh chasing away the perpetual chill in her body. “And that is?”
    â€œThat you’ll let me fix you dinner tonight. At my place.”

Chapter Six
    Whether it was the all-night knitting session or the visit with Rory, Maggie wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain—she hadn’t slept so hard or so well in months.
    Ten months and twenty-four days, to be exact.
    And if it wasn’t for the chirp of her phone reminding her to get up, she’d still be sleeping. Soundly.
    If she’d had any dreams, she didn’t remember them. If she’d had any nightmares, they hadn’t been bad enough to wake her. All she knew was the time on the clock when she’d climbed into bed and the time there now: 6:15.
    Glancing down at the directions Rory had written out, she couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in as many days as she hadn’t slept, she actually found herself looking forward to the evening.
    It didn’t matter what he cooked or if he could even cook at all. The simple notion of having a little company actually sounded okay. Good, even.
    And it made sense. Rory O’Brien was a nice man. He was sweet and funny and intelligent and…
    Indisputably handsome.
    She shook her head and examined the map he’d drawnfor her that morning, the path to his home clearly marked out. They would have dinner, he’d said. Then, if they were both game, they could pop in a movie or simply talk.
    It had sounded good, fun even—an invitation she’d tried, but failed, to duck. And she was glad.
    Why the change of heart, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was the seven-hour nap she’d just taken. Perhaps it was the unexpected burst of energy and positive thinking the knitting lesson had created. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that Rory understood.
    Setting the directions on the table beside the door, she turned slowly in front of the mirror. The brushed jeans fit her okay, though a few extra pounds would make them look better.
    She lifted her hand to her neck, fingered the tiny diamond pendant that hung from the gold chain nestled in the V of her cashmere sweater. The necklace had been a gift from Jack just six months after they’d started dating. During their subsequent years together he’d given her other necklaces, more expensive ones to reflect his budding career, but it was this one she wore most often.
    Feeling her excitement begin to wane at the memory, she grabbed the directions and her keys and stepped into the hall.
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    H E HEARD HER FOOTSTEPS before the knock, and felt the relief they unleashed in his body. He’d been so certain she would change her mind once she got back to her suite. That she’d think better of accepting his invitation.
    But she hadn’t and he was glad. Real glad.
    Yanking the door open, he felt his breath hitch at the sight