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didn’t have to wait long. The last thing she needed was to have her mom hire Ryan.
    She was beginning to think he enjoyed rattling her.
    Infuriating man.
     

Chapter Seven
    Liz and Daisy sat at the doctor’s office Monday morning in a waiting room filled with other pregnant women, many of them with their husbands. It was glaringly obvious what Daisy was missing. This could be the perfect moment she’d been waiting for. She glanced at her sister, who was flipping through a travel magazine. Daisy’s cheeks were rosy, and her hair seemed extra glossy. “How are you feeling?”
    “Great!” Daisy stopped to admire a gorgeous spread on some tropical island.
    “Pregnancy suits you,” Liz said.
    Daisy looked up. “Who knew? So far, so good.” She lowered her voice. “I’m just afraid of the end. You know, big baby head, small space.”
    Liz cringed at the thought. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
    Tears sprang to Daisy’s eyes. “You’re the best sister. Ever.” She put an arm around Liz and hugged her sideways from her chair.
    Liz decided this was as good a moment as she’d ever get. “I looked at the Norwalk Tigers roster online. Which one was it?”
    Daisy removed her arm from Liz’s shoulders and pulled the magazine in front of her face.
    “Can you just tell me what position he played?”
    Daisy turned a page with a snap.
    Liz pressed on. “You should at least consider contacting the guy for child support.”
    Daisy slapped the magazine down in her lap. “I think I told you before that this is none of your business,” she hissed. “I’m handling it, and I don’t need you sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
    “I’m just trying to do what’s right for the baby,” Liz said. She put a hand on Daisy’s arm. “And you.”
    Daisy shook her off. “Well, don’t!” Her voice carried across the waiting room.
    A few women looked over, and Liz put a hand up with a smile that said, No problem, go back to your pregnant lives.
    Liz turned to her sister. “Why don’t you want the father to help?”
    Daisy’s cheeks flushed with anger. “Because I don’t need his help! Now butt out!”
    “Daisy Garner,” the nurse called.
    “Here!” Daisy pushed up from her seat.
    Liz followed behind feeling guilty, knowing she’d pushed Daisy too far.
    ~ ~ ~
    The next day Liz drove Maggie to her knitting group in a meeting room at the Clover Park Library. At least she knew Ryan wouldn’t need to show up here. Maggie couldn’t get into too much trouble knitting. The man was so unnerving. She still didn’t know what he’d meant about her being fire and ice. She’d been thinking about it for days. She was neither of those things. And she certainly wasn’t uptight. That still pissed her off. She could have fun and “let loose” as he said. She danced quite freely in her apartment, didn’t she? And she always had fun hanging out with her friends.
    She pulled into the parking lot. Why am I obsessing over this? I don’t have to prove anything to him.
    Maggie carried a huge tote bag along with her purse into the library meeting room. Her sweater must really be getting big.
    “Good morning, ladies,” Maggie said to the three women already gathered there. “This is Liz. She just learned to knit.”
    Liz smiled and waved. The women were all close to Maggie’s age.
    “This is Shirley, Barbara, and Pat,” Maggie said, taking a seat at the long table.
    “Nice to meet you.” Liz pulled out her scarf, which was getting longer and, puzzlingly, wider. It seemed she had to knit a lot more now to finish a row.
    “Would you look at that!” Maggie exclaimed. “Liz, you’ve made progress.”
    “Thanks,” Liz said modestly.
    Just then, an Amazon woman with pinched lips and a white crew cut arrived with a much shorter, plump woman wearing her gray hair in a bun.
    “Oh, good, we’re all here,” Maggie said. “Diane, Pam, meet Liz. She’s only been knitting a few days.”
    “Well,