15 Valentine Place

Garret shook his head. “It’s hard to think of you living alone. I mean, I guess I just assumed you lived with some woman but didn’t tell us.”

Dylan chuckled. “I’ve had a few try to move their things into my closet, but they haven’t made it past the front door.”

“At least with the remodeling Mom’s done, Maddie and Krystal shouldn’t get in your way. What do you think of what she’s done to the house?”

“It was a bit of a shock at first, but I think it looks good.”

He nodded in agreement. “It was a good project for her. Shane offered to deal with the contractors, but she insisted on doing it all herself. And she did just fine, although I think Maddie helped her.”

Mention of the other woman gave Dylan the opportunity to ask the questions he hadn’t wanted to ask his mother. “How did Madeline Lamont end up renting from Mom? I thought she only took in college students.”

“Maddie was Mom’s first boarder. She came here shortly after Dad died. She was with some theater production that came to the Twin Cities.”

“She’s an actress?”

“A dancer.”

“Is that what she does for a living?”

“She’s not performing anymore, just teaching.”

Again the image of Maddie dressed in the harem pants flashed in Dylan’s memory. “There’s a big demand for belly dancing in the Twin Cities?”

“Not belly dancing. Ballet,” he corrected. “The belly dancing is something she does on the side. Mainly she teaches kids ballet and tap at a studio just a few blocks from here.”

“Mom said something about her working at a food co-op, too,” he went on. “Is she one of those health food nuts who won’t eat anything that isn’t organically grown?”

“Just because she’s conscious about her health doesn’t make her a nut. And why all the questions about her anyway?” He paused with his fork in midair. “You’re not thinking that she might be a pleasant distraction while you’re here, are you?”

He clicked his tongue. “If she’s a distraction it won’t be the pleasant kind.”

“Why not? She’s hot and she’s smart. What more could a man want? And she can still beat me at chess.”

Dylan agreed with his brother about her being hot but kept his opinion to himself. “She may be your type, but she’s definitely not mine,” he told Garret, wanting to dispel any notion Garret had that he was interested in the woman.

“I’m glad to hear that, because she’s taken.” There was no mistaking the warning in his brother’s voice.

“By you?” Dylan asked with a sly smile.

“No, but she does date a very good friend of mine.”

“Well, your friend has nothing to worry about from me. Even if I were looking for a woman—which I’m not—I wouldn’t be looking in Madeline’s direction. If anything, I’ll be doing my best to avoid her as much as possible.”

He stared at him in amazement. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone say that about Maddie. It might be a good idea if you didn’t share your opinion of her with Mom. She regards Maddie as the daughter she never had.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“You sound as if you disapprove.”

“I’m just worried about Mom, that’s all. I’d hate to see her be taken advantage of by anyone.”

Garret laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that with Maddie.”

“You sound awfully confident.”

“That’s because I am.” He’d already finished his lunch and shoved aside his plate, resting on his elbows as he asked, “Have you met Krystal?”

Dylan shrugged. “Other than a brief introduction, we haven’t talked,” he answered honestly. “Why?”

Just then Garret pushed his lab coat aside to reach for the beeper on his waist. “I’m being paged. I have to go.” He quickly drained the remains of his coffee and was about to load his dishes back on the tray when Dylan stopped him.

“I’ll get them. You go attend to your emergency.”

Garret smiled. “Thanks.” Before he left he said, “I’ll try to stop by the house tonight, but if I don’t, I’ll see you in the morning before you go into surgery.”

Dylan nodded.

As he walked out of the cafeteria, he called over his shoulder, “Don’t worry about a thing. Pete’s the best.”

Dylan hadn’t been thinking about his upcoming surgery. He was thinking about Maddie.

As he climbed into his father’s car, he noticed the plastic water jugs in the back seat of the car. He didn’t have to give them to Maddie. He could fill the jugs himself and leave without even seeing her.

There were only two problems. One was that he didn’t want to stand in line to fill water jugs. The second was, he wanted to see her.

MADDIE NOTICED Dylan the minute he entered the store. He wore khaki slacks and a dark brown leather aviator jacket. Despite the below-zero windchill, his head was bare, his sun-streaked hair in disarray from the wind. Just as it had last night, when she first saw him, her heart skipped a beat.

“I’d like half a pound of baby Swiss cheese,” a customer said, drawing her attention back to the deli case in front of her.

Maddie lifted the cheese from the refrigerated case and slid the block onto the slicer, aware that Dylan was headed in her direction. Before she had finished the woman’s order, he was at the deli counter.

She could feel his eyes on her as she worked. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep from sneaking a peek at him. He looked like a surfer who’d taken the wrong flight and ended up in the land of snow and ice instead of sunshine and beaches.

When her customer left, she had no choice but to give her attention to him. “What can I do for you?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level, which wasn’t easy considering the way her breath wanted to catch in her throat.

“Mom asked me to drop these off.” He held up the plastic jugs. “Said you’d know what to do with them.”

When she took them from him, their fingers touched. His were cold, hers warm, which she figured accounted for the tiny shiver she felt. “Thanks.”

“Mom never bought water when we were growing up,” he commented. “We drank it straight from the tap.”

“No one realized the problems with lead pipes back then,” she responded, setting the jugs on the floor behind her.

“So this is where you work,” he said, giving a cursory glance around the store.

She spread her arms. “This is it.”

“The store’s changed quite a bit since I was a kid.” She didn’t comment, but waited for him to speak again. He turned his attention to the food in the refrigerated case. “Why don’t you give me one of those small cartons of coleslaw.”