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can’t afford—”
    He held up a hand to stop me. “I understand. Really I do. It’s a difficult burden to place on someone who’s only trying to do what’s best for a child. Making you pay this much wouldn’t be fair. I only wanted to show you how much something like this could cost.”
    I eased back into my seat. “Okay. So—”
    “Unfortunately, this is how much my father and Lacey will expect me to charge you. What we need to do is discuss this further, see how we can reduce the cost.” He checked his watch. “I have a client in twenty minutes, so we can’t do this now. How about I finish the case, then we can meet over lunch and discuss the full bill.” He took out his DayTimer. “Say Monday?”
    “I guess so.”
    “Good. We’ll go someplace nice. Someplace in Boston. Do you still have that dress you wore to the Memorial Day picnic? Wear that.”
    “Wear—?”
    “And find a sitter for Savannah after school. We probably won’t be back until evening.”
    “Evening—?”
    He smiled. “I like long negotiation sessions. Very long. Very intense.” He leaned forward, leg rubbing against mine. “I know how difficult it must be for you, Paige. Living in East Falls. Caring for a child. Not a lot of eligible young men in town, and I doubt you get many opportunities to get out and meet someone. You’re a very attractive young woman. You need someone who can appreciate your … special needs. It could be a very profitable alliance for you.”
    “Oh, I get it. You’re saying you’ll waive your fees if I have sex with you.”
    Half the people in the restaurant turned. Cary leaned forward to shush me.
    “But the bill’s only a couple grand,” I said. “For that you’d be lucky to get a hand job.”
    He motioned me to silence, eyes darting from side to side, trying to see who might have overheard.
    “Does Lacey know about this creative financing arrangement?” I continued. “How about I call and ask her? See if she’s willing to forgo this much profit so her husband can get laid.”
    I took my cell phone from my purse. Cary grabbed for it, but I waved it out of his reach. I hit a few buttons. He flew across the table, hands out like a wide receiver lunging for the game-breaking pass. I shoved my chair out of his reach, then leaned over and dropped the phone back into my purse. Cary lay stretched across the table for a few seconds, then slowly raised himself up, adjusted his tie, and glanced around, as if trying to convince himself that not everyone in the bakery was watching.
    “I hate to eat and run,” I said, standing. “But I have to go pick up Savannah. In case you didn’t guess, the answer is no. Don’t take it too hard. It’s not just because you’re married. It’s because you’ve been married longer than I’ve been alive.”
    A snicker sounded behind us, followed by an ill-stifled giggle. As I passed the counter, Nellie, the cashier, shot me a discreet thumbs-up.
    Savannah went to bed at nine-thirty without protest, after spending the evening helping me with some graphic work for a website contract. Yes, we not only spent quality time together, but she lent me her artistic expertise without even a joking request for compensation. It was one of those perfect one-in-a-million days, a karmic reward for the crap I’d endured.
    At ten o’clock, I carried a cup of tea into the living room, preparing to curl up with a book for a much-deserved mental holiday.
    As I settled into the sofa, I noticed a wavering light on the front porch.I set aside my mug, then leaned over, pulled back the curtains, and peered into the night. Someone had placed a burning candle on the far corner of the porch railing. Witches, candles, get it? Next thing you knew, they’d be hanging crystal unicorns from my mailbox. Kids.
    I was inclined to ignore the candle until I finished my tea, but if my neighbor across the street, Miss Harris, saw it, she’d probably call the fire department and accuse me of trying