always time.â
At a complete loss, Annie stood, her gaze darting about, her tongue searching her teeth for a piece of spinach she just knew was there. It seemed that no matter how they tried, their conversation was awkward and feeling the strain of the years and a messy break-up.
Just when she felt she couldnât take another minute of the emotional stress, her sons, shrieking with laughter, burst from the playroom, leading poor Chopper byâshe stopped and stared in mortificationâa bra strap.
âLook, Mom! Chopperâs got a hat!â Alex pointed to the bra cup that theyâd pinned over the dogâs head. Poor Chopper, looking quaintly Amish and decidedly miserable, cast a baleful look upon Annie for a rescue. The second cup was strapped under the dogâs chin and, in the style of a good mountain rescue St. Bernard, theyâd tucked in a plastic juice bottle.
âIt was his idea,â Noah shouted, pointing at his brother.
âIt was not. It was your idea!â
âNaa-uh!â
âUh-huh!â
Noting their motherâs flaming cheeks, they squealed and danced with glee.
Wyatt looked from the dog, to the boys, to Annie, and just like the day theyâd met, threw back his head and roared with laughter. At first, Annie did not see the humor in the situation at all, but the harder they all laughed, the funnier it all became, and soon she too was joining in.
âYou boys take the dog into the back room and get that thing off him and put it back in my gym bag, where you found it. And,â she directed as they reluctantly capitulated, âstraighten up back there, will you?â
Moaning and groaning all the way, they disappeared into the playroom.
Wyatt was still smiling. âTheyâre cute. They remind me of you.â
âI was much better behaved than they are.â
âI doubt that. You must remember, I know you.â
âYes, I guess you do.â Annie smiled, the comfort of their old union slipping around her like a favored robe. âWyatt, why are you really here?â
âI really do have some business here in town. But, at the same time, I have a few things I need toââ
A customer left and Annie called after her, âThank you. Please come again.â
ââI need to say to you.â
âTo me?â
âMaâam?â Another customer stepped between them. âDo you have old salt-and-pepper shakers?â
âOver there in that glass case.â Annie pointed.
âI saw those. Do you have any more? Iâm a collector. I have a set just like those little hens you have there and I paid half of what youâre asking.â
Wyattâs heavy sigh signaled his impatience. Annie bit back a grin. Just like the old days.
âI have a few in the glass case under the register, but theyâre rare and even more expensive.â
âIâll look.â The collector sniffed.
âIâm sorry.â Annie turned to Wyatt. âWhat were you saying?â
âOh. Well, I was just trying to say thatâ¦â He ran his fingers over his jaw. âI thought maybe we could talk. Recently, itâs occurred to me that I should apologize for being such an idiot back whenââ
âAre these the rare shakers?â the collector called, pointing to a wooden case opposite the register that housed tea sets.
âNo. Under the register. Glass case.â She waved a distracted hand, still staring at Wyatt. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. I was just saying that it might be a good idea for us to discuss the past. You know. Might help us get on with our lives.â
âOn with our lives?â Annie peered at him. What was he talking about?
âThis case?â the collector called out.
âYes!â Annie called back, then lowered her voice. âWyattââ She shook her head. âIâm not so sure thatâs such a good idea. I think
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