Prologue

Is There Life After Love?

She sat with hers knees drawn to her chest. Staring out at the ocean. Watching the waves roll and crash against the shore. What would it be like, she wondered. To be carried away on one of those waves. Far away from here. Far away from Harmony.

She’d lived in this New England town tucked away on the Atlantic coast her whole life. All eleven years of it. With her father. Her mother had left them. When she was just a baby. Barely crawling. If she closed her eyes, she could almost remember her. Almost.

Dad said she had her mother’s eyes. Chocolate brown eyes. Intelligent eyes. Eyes that saw all things. She wished she didn’t have her mother’s eyes. That way she wouldn’t be reminded everyday that love wasn’t enough. She wasn’t enough to keep her mother in Harmony.

She played with the straps on her sandals. A smile on her face as she thought about her dad. She WAS enough for him. If there were one thing she knew without a doubt, it was that her dad loved her. Beyond all rhyme or reason. He more than made up for the absence of her mother.

But still…a girl needed a mom. She loved her dad and all. But…but there were too many ‘buts’ in her life. Grandma was…well, Grandma. She tried. She really did. But Haley longed for more. She was eleven years old. She was past the dolls and goodnight kisses stage. But oh wouldn’t it be wonderful to have the mother that she missed.

That’s why she came up with the plan. By the end of the summer, Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald WOULD have a mom. And Dad…well, that part was a little tricky. But hey! She was nothing if not persistent. Came with the family genes. Speaking of family. “Haley!” She brushed the sand off the bottom of her denim cut-offs with a smile. This was it.

Where to first? Finding a mom was an awesome task to undertake. ‘Cause let’s face it, she argued with herself as she wandered down the streets of Harmony beside her dad. Not everyone’s perfect mom material. But numero uno on her list of desirable traits in mom candidates was ‘make Dad smile again.’ She was bound and determined to prove to her father that there was life after love, after all.

Chapter 1

She threw herself on her bed with a gigantic sigh. This was tougher than she’d originally thought. She’d been on the lookout a whole three and a half hours, and she was already discouraged. She pulled her notepad out of her pocket and flipped it open with a giggle. Dad had been sooo curious to find out what she was scribbling in there the entire day. “Nothing Dad” irritated him to no end.

At the top of the first page was the name Candy. Strike one, she thought. Rolling her eyes. She’d be the laughing stock of the 6th grade. Candy Lopez-Fitzgerald. Nope. She crossed through the name. Too young anyway. And obnoxious. The ditzy blonde had smacked her way through her rather one-sided conversation with her dad at the beach. She’d had the almost uncontrollable urge to reach up and pop one of those humongous pink bubbles Candy kept blowing. Oh, she put a smile on her dad’s face alright. But not the kind of smile she, Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald, was looking for. She was eleven. Not stupid.

She twirled her long brown hair absentmindedly as she read the next name. Lucy. Lucy had seemed nice enough. UNTIL she’d started lecturing her dad on how wrong it was to have sweets before dinner. It was a muffin. One silly muffin. Lucy, it was later revealed, was a bonafide health nut. And strange. Talk about strange. The lady tried to convince them that fruit and veggies had feelings. If she had to hear that 24/7 she’d be scarred for life. She had to fight the urge to keep from bursting into laughter at the look on her dad’s face. The smile that said ‘this woman is nuts, Haley…quick! Say something!’ Her solution: she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in front of her and viciously stabbed it with her fork. Her dad was still laughing about that one on the way home from the grocery store.

Ah, the grocery store. No shortage of single—and not so single—women there. Did they have radars or something? Unattached man at 3 o’clock. Seriously, she mused. Tapping her pencil against her chin thoughtfully. They were all over her dad. She even caught a couple of them following them up and down the aisles. Paula. She loved kids. She’d always wanted siblings. But NOT 4 squalling pre-schoolers at once. Paula was divorced. And had a set of 3 year-old triplet girls and a 5-year-old son. Once or twice, she’d had to duck as the boy launched cans of Campbell’s soup at her head. She wanted to live to see her 12th birthday, thank you very much. Dad smiled. But it was through clenched teeth.

She groaned when she heard a cheery voice ask, “Whatcha doing?” She shut her notepad and shoved it behind her back. Her aunt Theresa had the worst timing. Made sharing a room with her quite an experience. “Oh, nothing,” she said slowly. Plastering a fake smile on her face. A real smile soon replaced it when her dad peeked inside the room and said, “I’m leaving it up to you to find out, Sis. She’s been scrawling in that little book all day long.” “Ooo,” her aunt Theresa giggled. “A secret. Come on, Haley. Tell me. I’m your aunt.” “Maybe later,” she grinned. Snatching the notepad back from Theresa when she grabbed it from behind her back. “You snoop!” she shot over her shoulder as she raced down the hall. “Dad!” she squealed when he tackled her and tickled her senseless. “I am so going to pee on you if you keep doing that,” she giggled helplessly. “Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald!” her grandma scolded. “Aww, Grandma,” she pouted. Worked like a charm. And that folks, she thought with a smile, was one of the reasons she needed a mom. She wanted someone that wasn't so easy, she thought. Smirking. And so far...she hadn't found her yet.

Chapter 2

“Does Miguel still live here anymore?” Haley asked. Taking a sip of her milk. She grinned widely when her dad quirked an eyebrow at Grandma and said, “Yeah, Mama. I was wondering about that, too.” Her aunt Theresa giggled. “Didn’t you hear, Haley? Miguel made it official last month. I saw the adoption papers with my very own eyes.” Grandma just sighed. Her dark eyes shining with amusement. “Yes, Mija. You drink all that,” she nodded. At her nearly full glass of milk. “Aww, Grandma. Do I have to? Dad!” she whined. Batting her long dark lashes at him and giving him her best pout. Hey. You didn’t grow up sharing a room with her aunt Theresa without learning a few tricks. Too bad her dad was on to each and every one of them. “Dad!” her dad mocked in a girly voice. “Oh, alright,” she grumbled.

“There. I’m finished,” she announced. Pushing her chair back to get up. “Not so fast,” she heard her grandma say. And she groaned in frustration. “May I be excused?” she asked politely. Her grandma gave her an affectionate pat on the head and smiled. “Yes, you may, Mija.” “Thanks Grandma. Bye Dad,” she said. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Whoa! Haley! Where’s the fire?” She rolled her eyes. “There is NO fire. Dad…I’m a very busy woman.” There. That got him, she thought with a smile as he choked on his own tongue. “Woman?” she heard him ask in disbelief as she hurried out of the kitchen.

She WAS a very busy woman. Well…make that a busy girl. She had a mission to complete. A very important goal. And laziness was not the way to go about it. She was more of a go-getter anyway, she argued. But first she needed a little bit of advice. The only problem, though, was from who? She racked her brain. She had to make sure this plan worked. Aunt Theresa? Um…nah. Really. What kind of experience did she have? That meant Whitney was out of the question. And Kay and Simone and…argh!…get the picture? Who could she talk to, she wondered. As she strolled down the sidewalk. No one came to mind. Sure…she knew plenty of people. But how many of them would actually go along with her matchmaking scheme and not squeal on her? That would be completely mortifying.

She looked up. Startled. When she heard a familiar voice speak. “Well, hello dear. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” the elderly woman asked with a strange smile. Her smile wasn’t the only thing that was strange, Haley thought. Shuddering. Who else carried around a life-sized doll with them everywhere they went? She hoped SHE never met THEM. “Um…hi, Tabitha,” she said politely. “Hi Timmy,” she waved. At Tabitha’s insistence. Please, please don’t let anybody walk by and recognize me, she prayed. “I…I really have to go,” she stammered. “What’s the rush?” Tabitha asked nosily. Falling into step beside her. “What’s bothering you, dearie? Maybe I can help,” she suggested. Smiling at her.

Haley bit her lip nervously. What could it hurt? She LOOKED harmless enough. And she WAS the oldest person she knew. Lots of experience. “Spit it out,” Tabitha prodded gently. “Well…I…you know what?” she said hurriedly. Changing her mind. “I don’t want to bother you. Thanks for trying to help, though. Bye Tabitha,” she waved. Scampering off. She looked back in shock when she thought she heard a lisping voice whine, “She didn’t say goodbye to Timmy.” Haley…you are SO losing it, girl, she told herself with a shake of her head. Scratch the advice thing. She was going to the park. To do what she did best…people watching.

Chapter 3

“Ow,” she muttered. Rubbing her head. “Sarah,” she heard someone say. “Get over there and apologize. I told you not to be throwing that ball around.” Haley looked up to see a little girl. Maybe 5 or 6. Walking toward her timidly. The little girl twirled a strand of her long strawberry blond hair around her finger nervously as she stammered, “I…I’m soorrry. I didn’t mean to hit you.” Haley smiled brightly at her. “Don’t worry about it, Sarah. My dad tells me all the time that I have a hard head.” Sarah’s blue eyes widened in awe. “How…?” Haley giggled and said, “Don’t you know? I have magic powers. I bet your favorite color is blue, too.” “Wow!” Sarah exclaimed. Racing off when her mother called her name. Haley laughed to herself as she sneaked a glance their way. The mother was obviously not buying it.

She plopped down on the nearest park bench. And opened her notepad. Time to review some of her earlier notes. She chewed on her pencil as she scanned the growing list. Kelly was very nice. But Haley couldn’t see her as a mom. Maybe a buddy. She wanted a mom and friend all rolled into one. No, Haley. You’re not difficult, she giggled to herself. She sighed as one by one she checked off the names on her list. Dad was a hard guy to hook up. “I’ll never find anybody perfect enough.”

“Perfect enough for what?” a voice startled her. Haley looked up into a pair of blue green eyes. “Perfect enough for what, Darling?” the blond repeated. A cheshire grin on her face. “Promise you won’t repeat this to a soul?” Haley made the woman swear. The woman chuckled. But she promised. Even pinky swearing with her. “Okay,” Haley began. “Perfect enough for my dad. A mom,” she mumbled. “A mom?” the woman asked in surprise. “Yeah,” Haley nodded. “A mom. I want someone that makes my dad smile. Someone that loves me. Someone I can tell all my secrets and know she won’t think I’m dumb. Grown-ups think kids are dumb a lot of times,” she finished. “I don’t,” the woman qualified. “You seem like a pretty smart kid to me. Tell me more about this dad of yours. If I know more about him, maybe I can help you find the perfect mom.”

“Really?” Haley asked in disbelief. “You’d do that for me? You don’t even know me.” “Really,” the woman smiled. “So…spill it. Give me your dad’s life story. What kind of job does he have? What does he look like? Those kinds of things.” “Okay,” Haley began with a smile. “My dad’s a cop. Kinda makes it hard.” “Why do you say that?” the woman asked. “Well, my grandma says it takes a strong woman to be a cop’s wife. Maybe that’s part of the reason my mom left,” she muttered to herself. “Oh…sorry,” she apologized. Tucking a strand of her dark hair behind an ear and smiling sheepishly at the woman beside her. “No need to apologize. I’m a good listener if you want to tell me about it.”

“I really don’t know why she left,” Haley said quietly. “She left when I was just a baby, and Dad’s been alone ever since. Well…not alone. He has me, grandma, and my uncle and aunt. They’re not much older than me. My dad married my mom when he was very young. Then I was born. Dad likes being a cop, but Grandma says he really wanted to be a lawyer. Guess I kinda ruined that, huh? Anyway…my dad’s really, really handsome. Looks a little like me,” she said. Grinning. The woman beside her smiled and said, “Well…I think we can safely say he’s a looker then.” Haley giggled. “Yep. Has all the ladies chasing after him. But…” “But none of them are good enough for him,” the woman sighed. “And not exactly mom material,” Haley added. “We have quite a dilemma on our hands, don’t we?” Haley groaned. Covering her eyes with her hands. “Tell me about it. I’m never going to find a Mom by the end of the summer.” “Don’t give up so easily,” the woman said. Rising from the park bench. “I have to go now. But here’s my number. Just call anytime you want to. Ask for Ivy. Bye, Darling.” Haley waved after her. “I might just take you up on that offer,” she said to herself. “Someday soon.”

Chapter 4

She had one foot out the door when she heard her Grandma yell, “Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald! Where do you think you’re going?” “Argh!” she groaned. Stepping back inside and pulling the door closed behind her. “To see a friend, Grandma. I already told you that.” “Yes, you did, Mija. Is this the same friend you told Theresita you were on the phone with last night? The same friend you visit everyday? What are you up to, Mija? It’s a sin to lie.” Gosh, she had had her cornered on that one. Think Haley. Come up with an explanation quick before she gets even more suspicious than she already is. “Um…my friend and me…we’re working on a surprise for Dad.” “A surprise for your father?” her grandma asked curiously. “Uh huh,” she nodded. A really BIG surprise, she thought. Giggling. “Okay,” her grandma said. “But this time…be home in time for dinner. Miguel’s bringing Kay over.” “I will,” she said. Standing on her tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on her grandma’s cheek. She waved as she raced out the door. 11:15! She told Ivy she’d meet her at their bench 15 minutes ago!

“Hi,” she said breathlessly. Throwing her knapsack on the bench beside her. “Sorry I’m late. Grandma’s getting awfully suspicious.” “Haley,” Ivy said slowly. “I thought we’d do something different today.” “Oh…okay,” she said affably. “What do you want to do?” Ivy grinned at her. That Cheshire grin she’d come to expect. “Well…I have someone I want you to meet. A young woman actually,” she revealed. “Really?” Haley asked excitedly. “Where is she? What does she look like?” “Whoa!” Ivy laughed. “Slow down. One thing at a time.” “Sorry,” Haley apologized sheepishly. “This young woman,” Ivy began. “This young woman is my sister-in-law.” Off Haley’s incredulous look, she rushed, “Oh you! Yes, she IS a YOUNG woman. Are you calling me old, Haley?” “Wait a minute,” Haley grinned infectiously. “Did I say ANYTHING?” Ivy laughed.

“As I was saying,” she continued. “This young woman is my sister-in-law. Julian—that’s my husband’s name, by the way—is over twenty years older than his sister. That would make her a few years younger than your dad. She just moved back to Harmony from Paris, and I wanted to introduce her to people here. Get her out and about.” “Oh,” Haley said disappointedly. “You didn’t…nevermind.” “Actually,” Ivy breathed. “I hadn’t thought of that. But maybe it’s not such a good idea. She’s just come out of a bad relationship. One in a long string, I might add. And she might not be too receptive to our matchmaking. But…I know she’ll love you. And I’m sure you’ll love her. You could help her out. Show her around Harmony.” “Show her around?” Haley asked curiously. “You mean she…I’m confused.” Ivy chuckled at Haley’s odd expression. “It’s a long story, but her father sent her to live in Paris when she was very young. She’s lived there ever since. So…yes. You are her guide to Harmony.” Haley digested the information and came up with a very Haley-like response not a minute later. “Cool.”

“Whatcha waiting for?” she said excitedly. Jumping to her feet. Slinging her pack over her shoulder. And tugging at Ivy’s hand. “Ugh! What am I doing? You didn’t even tell me where we’re going? Where ARE we going?” Ivy smiled broadly. “I think Ethan said he was taking her to the Book Café. The local place.” Haley grinned and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Haven’t you learned anything from me yet? The local place,” she scoffed. “Umm…on second thought that might not be such a good idea. My aunt Theresa works there. And let’s just say…she’s the nosiest person I know. She can’t find out, Ivy. She’ll squeal to her friends, Grandma, everyone. Probably Dad first. What about the beach?” “Beach sounds good,” Ivy said. Digging through her purse for her cell phone. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll call Ethan and tell him to drive her down here.” Ivy smiled as she watched Haley scoot off in the distance. In bare feet. “Ethan,” she said. “Change of plans.” He put her sister-in-law on the phone, and she gave her all the details. “Bye, Sheridan,” she said in goodbye. A smile on her face. She hadn’t lied to Haley about Sheridan’s history with men. She had terrible luck. But if she had anything to do with it, all that was going to change. So maybe she did tell a lie. Just a small fib. Of course, she thought Sheridan was fantastic ‘mom material’—she just couldn’t let Haley (or Sheridan) know that. She was sure after Sheridan met Haley…well, things would take care of themselves.

Chapter 5

“I love the beach,” Haley sighed. Sinking her feet deeper into the warm sand. “Ivy! Sit down. You aren’t afraid of a little sand, are you? You’re so proper,” Haley said in a ridiculous fake British accent. Ivy laughed and declined. “Oh…you’re no fun!” “Maybe not. But I know someone who IS. Here she comes right now,” she divulged with a smile. Haley’s curiosity got the better of her, and she turned around. “She IS young,” she said softly. Haley! Quit staring! She’s going to think you’re psycho or something.

“Ivy,” the young blond said in greeting. Hugging her. “This is such a wonderful idea. I love the beach.” Ooo. I like her already, Haley thought with a grin. “Me, too,” she interrupted. And suddenly she found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. “Wow,” she breathed. She is so pretty, she thought when the young blond flashed her a brilliant smile. “Hi,” she said. Extending a hand. Haley climbed to her feet and wiped her hand off on the side of her shorts before shaking her hand. “My name’s Sheridan.”

“Sheridan…cool name,” Haley said with a smile. “I’m Haley.” Sheridan looked to Ivy in surprise. “THIS is Haley?” “Yep,” Haley giggled. Answering for Ivy. “Betcha thought I was older, huh?” Sheridan’s blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “Yeah. I did,” she admitted sheepishly. “But I’m absolutely thrilled to meet you. So…you’re my guide around Harmony,” she said. Lowering herself to the sand below.

Ivy watched Haley and Sheridan interact with a triumphant grin on her face. She knew it. This was going to work out wonderfully! “Ahem,” she cleared her throat. “I’m terribly sorry. But I’m afraid I can’t stay any longer. I just remembered I have an appointment with Millicent. Haley…I hope you don’t mind showing Sheridan around without me.” “No problem,” Haley gushed excitedly. “But if you don’t wanna…” “I don’t mind at all,” Sheridan smiled. “Bye, Ivy. Hope your appointment goes well,” she waved. “Where to first?” “How about Lighthouse Park? I’m sure you’ll love it there.” “Okay,” Sheridan said gamely. “You lead the way,” she said. Rising to her feet and brushing the sand from the back of her shorts.

“Ivy said you used to live in Paris. I want to go there someday. Is it as beautiful as the pictures?” she asked. Licking the trickle of vanilla ice cream off her hand. “Very beautiful,” Sheridan agreed. Laughing slightly. “I’m licking as fast as I can. I don’t remember it being this hot in Harmony.” Haley smiled. Colored sprinkles rule! I wish…”This is the hottest summer I can remember. What’s your favorite place in the entire world?” she asked suddenly. Taking Sheridan off-guard. Great, Haley. She’s starting to think you’re a nut. Think before you say the first thing that pops into your head. “Spain,” Sheridan answered without a second thought. “I love Spain. Paris pales in comparison,” she sighed dreamily. “I want to go there with the man I love someday.” Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness, Haley thought excitedly. Her dad wanted to go to Spain soooo bad. If only…but Ivy said…

“My grandma’s from Spain,” she said proudly. “Must be some place. She still misses it.” Sheridan sat down beside her on the park bench. “Oh it is, Haley. I really hope you get the chance to go someday. Costa Marbella’s so gorgeous, and…” Haley listened in awe at her beautiful, detailed descriptions. Smiling at how her eyes lit up with happiness. She was liking her more with each passing second. “I have some slides of the places I’ve visited. Would you like to see them?” she asked. “Would I like to see them?” Haley said incredulously. “That’d be so cool!” she exclaimed. Jumping to her feet. But a sudden, unbidden thought stopped her. “Oh no,” she said disappointedly. “I can’t today. I promised Grandma I’d be home in time for dinner. Company,” she muttered. “No problem,” Sheridan said with a gentle hand on her arm. “Some other time. Thank you, Haley. For showing me around. I had fun,” she smiled. “You better go. Don’t want Grandma on your case,” she teased. No…thank you, Haley thought. Hugging her impulsively. “You like to swim?” she called as she backed away reluctantly. “Love it.” “Good!” Haley grinned. “Me…you…beach…tomorrow afternoon?” “You’ve got a deal!” Haley sighed happily. She didn’t care WHAT Ivy said. She had to find a way to hook Sheridan and her dad up.

Chapter 6

“You came!” Sheridan’s blue eyes twinkled at her. “Of course I came, Silly. Who am I to say ‘no’ to a day at the beach? I love your suit.” “Really?” Haley crossed her arms across her chest self-consciously. Maybe borrowing her aunt Theresa’s red tankini wasn’t such a bad idea. At least she didn’t stuff her top, though. She didn’t care that all she had were tiny bumps on the chest. Her aunt Theresa on the other hand…Bumps didn’t make you the center of attention. And Aunt Theresa just had to be the center of attention.

“Really,” Sheridan laughed. Pulling her white tee over her head. “Wow,” Haley whispered. Would she look like THAT someday? Nope. Bad idea. She didn’t want some guy breaking his neck trying to get a better look. Like that lifeguard over there. Oh my goodness! Haley! You can’t let your uncle Miguel see you with Sheridan. That would ruin everything. She toed off her sandals. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she squealed. Kicking her feet up and sending sand flying. Sheridan threw her head back and laughed out loud. Her cutoffs joined Haley’s sandals on the shore, and before she knew it, she was knee-deep in freezing water.

“Haley!” she cried. “AH! Why didn’t you tell me if was 20 degrees in here? It’s SO cold.” Haley’s dark hair was slicked back to her head, and her brown eyes sparkled mischievously. “Come on. It’s Maine,” she said. With a smirk and perfectly timed roll of her eyes. “Hey,” she sputtered when Sheridan slapped at the water playfully. And she was totally drenched. “You are so going to pay!”

“Mm. These are so good.” Haley arched a brown brow in disbelief. “Hot dogs?” she said incredulously. Mouth full. “They’re okay, I guess,” she mumbled. Taking another huge bite. Sheridan’s mouth hung open in shock. “3 bites. That’s all it took.” She shook her head with a smile. “SO,” Haley grinned. “I think we’ve worked up quite an appetite,” she said. Stretching out on her belly on the plush sun-warmed beach towel. “Can I have a bite of your pretzel?” Sheridan tore the pretzel in half and lay down beside her.

“Sheridan?” Haley said sometime later. Squinting against the sun’s rays as she raised herself up on her elbows to meet Sheridan’s blue gaze. “Hmm?” “Do you like it here in Harmony? I know it’s only been a few days…” “Yeah,” Sheridan smiled. “I think I do.” “Good,” Haley whispered to herself. “Are you going to stay? Forever?” Sheridan chuckled. And she toyed with the strap of her baby blue bikini as she spoke. “What is this?” she teased. “Twenty questions?” The pair smiled at each other. “Seriously, Haley. I don’t know. Maybe. If…” “If what?” Haley asked curiously. “Nothing. If nothing. What are we doing sitting here yacking when we could be enjoying the waves. Get your float, Haley. Let’s go have some fun.”

It was wonderful. One of the most fantastic days in…well, forever. She walked home in a happy daze. Sheridan HAD to stay. She just had to. And she was going to make sure she never ever wanted to leave. But first…”Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald! Where were you all day?” Haley’s brown eyes darted back and forth from her grandma to her uncle Miguel to her aunt Theresa. At least Dad wasn’t in on the Spanish Inquisition. “Grandma…um. I was…I was…” You rat! I am so going to tell Grandma I caught you making out with Kay on the couch last Friday night! Her glare said it all. “Haley…” How was she going to get out of this one?

Chapter 7

“Mija…are you going to answer me?” Haley’s brown eyes narrowed at her uncle Miguel. “Haley…I’m waiting,” her grandma tapped her foot impatiently. “I was at the beach. Wasn’t I?” she said pointedly. Daring Miguel to add his own spin. Do it. Just do it. You’ll wish you hadn’t. “With who? Haley. I don’t like you traipsing about Harmony by yourself. You’re just a child,” her grandma sighed. “But I’m real careful, Grandma. Real careful. I was with an adult.” “You were?” her grandma asked. Brown eyes alight with interest. Help me out here, you traitor. “One of the parents from her class.” “Oh,” her grandma smiled in relief. “Which one? Sara’s mom? Julie’s?” No grandma! They’re snobs! “Um…I think it was Mrs. Martinez,” Miguel stated. Thank you! For saving my life. “Mija,” her grandma hugged her. “I’m so happy you’re spending more time with children your own age. And making friends.” She gave her uncle a thumbs up sign behind her grandma’s back.

“Haley! What was that all about?” her aunt Theresa quizzed after they were safely in their room. “Didn’t you hear? I was with Rachel’s mom. We were having fun at the beach.” Miguel knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” “No!” Theresa shrieked. “I don’t have any clothes on!” Haley rolled her eyes. “You’re in your robe. What’s the big deal?” “Haley Lopez-Fitzgerald! Miguel’s my brother. He can’t see me in my robe,” she said matter-of-factly. “Whatever,” Haley muttered under her breath. Tossing her damp hair back off her shoulders. “I’ll meet you in your room. Where do you think you’re going?” Her aunt Theresa’s brown eyes shone with confusion. “With you. I want to hear the whole story.” “You’re in your robe. Remember?” Theresa’s face fell. “Okay,” she whined. “I have to call Whitney anyway.”

She made sure no one was around and that the door was double-locked before she turned around to face her uncle. “Nothing I say goes past this room. You swear?” Miguel crossed his arms. “I can’t promise not to say anything. Not yet. I don’t even know what’s going on.” “I’ll tell Grandma I caught you necking on the couch with Kay last week.” “So,” Miguel shrugged his shoulders. Haley turned around. One hand on the door knob as she undid each of the locks. “Okay. Okay. I promise not to say anything. But Haley…if you’re in trouble…” “I’m not in trouble,” she rolled her eyes. “Then what’s going on?” Miguel asked. Plopping down on his unmade bed. “I’m on a mission,” Haley grinned. “A mission? Maybe I should…” “I’m looking for the perfect mom. Someone that’ll make Dad smile again. Don’t you want that?”

Miguel’s dark eyes studied her carefully. “What kind of brother and uncle would I be if I didn’t? Of course I do. But what does that have to do with the blond babe I saw you with today at the beach?” “I am SO going to squeal on you. Does Kay know you go gaga over anything in a bikini? Is that the only thing you guys notice?” Miguel’s cheeks grew red. “NO! Well…yeah,” he said bashfully. Haley smiled. “I won’t tell. Don’t worry.” “Who was she?” “Only the greatest person I’ve ever met!” Haley gushed. Bouncing on the foot of the bed. “She’s awesome, Miguel. Perfect Mom material.” “Mom material,” Miguel scoffed. “I don’t see it.” “Sure you don’t,” Haley smirked. “You’re a guy.”

Miguel laughed. And grabbed her in a headlock. “Stop,” Haley giggled as he mussed her hair. “Uncle! Uncle!” They threw themselves back against the pillows at the foot of the bed and stared at the ceiling. “What’s her name?” “Sheridan. She’s just returned home to Harmony after living in Paris…Paris, Miguel…since she was a little girl. I’ve only known her for a few days. But she wants all the things Dad wants. She loves kids. Good thing, too. Even if I won’t be a kid much longer,” Haley bragged proudly. Miguel snorted. “Whatever you say, Kiddo.” “I won’t,” she continued. But not before shooting him a withering glare. Followed by a happy smile. “She wants a family. We can give her that. She loves Spain. It’s her favorite place in the entire world. How cool is that? Dad wants to go there so bad.”

“Haley…you said it yourself. You’ve only known this Sheridan a few days. You can’t be sure she’s telling you the truth. Maybe she wants her OWN family. Did you ever stop to think of that?” “Well…she can have one. I’ve always wanted a baby brother or sister.” Miguel rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “She’s beautiful, Miguel.” “Yeah…you’ve got that right. She’s definitely…” “Are you sure I don’t need to have a chat with Kay? Sheridan…back to Sheridan. The biggest thing, Miguel…She can make Dad smile again. I’m sure of it.” “Well,” Miguel sighed. “It sounds like you have your mind made up.” “You know what that means,” Haley teased. “So…are you going to help?” “Haley! It’s Dad. I’m home.” Miguel’s face broke out into a slow smile. “Yeah…I’ll help. Count me in.” “Thank you so much! You’ll see. Dad’ll love her. You’ll all love her,” she squealed. Knocking Miguel down with the force of her hug. “When do I get to meet this Sheridan?” Miguel grinned. “Tomorrow,” Haley bubbled. “Come on. They’re calling us for dinner.”

Chapter 8

“Haley…sorry to say this, Squirt. But I think you’ve been stood up.” Haley’s brown eyes continued to search the sandy beach. “No,” she disagreed. “She said she’d be here. She promised. Sheridan wouldn’t do this to me. I know she wouldn’t,” she mumbled. Miguel squeezed her shoulders. “Look…Haley…I know you wanted her to be ‘the one.’ You really liked her. But it looks like…” “Haley! I’m so sorry I’m late! You’ll never guess what happened to me,” Sheridan waved breathlessly. Haley’s entire face lit up, and her nose crinkled in that odd way of hers. “Sheridan! I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” she cried. Hugging her. “Of course not, Silly,” Sheridan laughed. “Hi! I’m Sheridan,” she introduced herself. Holding out a hand to Miguel. “Nice to meet you…” “Miguel,” he answered. “Sheridan…this is my uncle,” Haley said proudly. “Wow! THIS is your uncle,” she grinned. “Cute,” she teased. Haley snickered when Miguel blushed.

Haley spread Sheridan’s soft blue blanket out on the sand. And promptly plopped down. Miguel laughed in embarrassment when she pulled him down beside her. “So…tell us.” “Tell you what?” Sheridan asked distractedly. Opening up her beach bag and withdrawing twin pairs of shades. “Here. I got you these,” she smiled. “Sorry I don’t have any for you, Miguel,” she apologized. “But then…I didn’t know I’d have the pleasure of meeting you today.” “Quit staring,” Haley hissed. Punching him in the gut. “Ow! That’s okay,” Miguel grinned. “What happened, Sheridan? Why were you late?” Sheridan’s blue eyes narrowed. “Can you believe it? Back in Harmony less than a week. And I get a ticket.” “NO!” Haley said in disbelief. What would her dad think? He was an officer of the law, after all. Very by the book.

“Well,” Sheridan bowed her head. “I deserved it, I guess. I was speeding,” she admitted. A pink tinge to her cheeks as she remembered the incident. “Speeding? Hear that, Haley? What would Luis think?” Haley jabbed her elbows in her uncle’s ribs. “Speeding 5 miles over the limit…or speeding 20 miles over the limit?” Sheridan blushed a deeper hue of red. “Keep going.” Haley’s brown eyes grew wide. “On second thought…you don’t even want to know. But it’s not like…things weren’t so bad until I…” “Until you what?” Miguel asked curiously. “I hit his jeep,” Sheridan whispered sheepishly. “YOU WHAT?!?!” Haley exclaimed. “Actually hit…that’s too ‘soft’ a word,” she said. Blue eyes twinkling. “Try crashed.”

“Oh my goodness! This is not good.” Her dad…with a…what would he do? Sheridan was on the OTHER side of the law. “No, it isn’t,” Sheridan grumbled. “I told him it was an accident. And he was real nice about it…well, as nice as someone can be when a complete stranger smashes into their car---until I told him my name.” Miguel and Haley looked at each other. “What?” Sheridan asked. Offering them each a plump red apple. “What did he look like?” Haley questioned. Sheridan’s blue eyes glazed over. And a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Well…he had dark hair. Spiky,” she laughed. Miguel’s brows raised. Uh oh, Haley thought. Sounds like…

“…the most amazing brown eyes. A body to…um, too much information for your young ears. Sorry, Haley. Haley? Are you okay?” Haley dug her toes into the sun-warmed sand. And the juice from the apple trickled down her arm unnoticed. “What was his name? Did he tell you his name?” “Yeah,” Sheridan said. “Why?” “Um…” “He told me that and SO much more. Boy did the kind officer have a few choice words for me,” she said sarcastically. “I’m supposed to go down to the police station later today. The jerk couldn’t just give me a warning. I didn’t have enough cash on me to pay the ticket.” Haley gulped. “His name?” “Officer Lo---Lopez. No. That’s not right. Officer Lopez…it was a long name.” “Lopez-Fitzgerald?” Miguel offered. “Yes! How did you…do you know him?” Miguel chuckled.

“What? What am I missing here?” Haley jumped to her feet and started pacing back and forth. Of all the ways the first meeting could have gone…this was SO not how she imagined it. How was she ever going to convince her dad Sheridan was the perfect woman for him now? The perfect Mom? “Haley? Is something wrong?” Sheridan asked in concern. “NO! No,” she said in a softer voice. “Was he really a jerk to you?” “Really,” she said. “Oh no. Oh no. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.” “The way it was supposed to be? Haley? What’s going on?” “Nothing!” Haley cried. “Good,” Sheridan smiled in relief. “I still don’t know my way around Harmony too well. What do you say? Will you go with me to the police station? I’m afraid I’d just get lost. And Officer Uptight would write me a ticket for THAT.” “NO!” Haley blurted. “I CAN’T!”

Chapter 9

"Well…this is it," Haley rushed. "I have to go now. Wait a minute…is that…yes, it is. Sheridan…I hear my grandma now. I need to get home. Real quick." Sheridan rolled her blue eyes. It was all she could do to keep from laughing. "You wouldn't by any chance be related to Superman, would you? Or maybe…nah. That's not possible," she shook her head. "What's not possible?" Jeez, Haley. Just remember…curiosity killed the cat. Yeah. So. I'm NOT a cat. "I've heard that a dog’s hearing is awesome." "Sheridan! Are you implying…" Sheridan burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay," Haley muttered. "But I still don't want to go in. Can't I just wait outside? I…I…have this insane fear of men in uniform." "Suit yourself," Sheridan shrugged with a smile. "Officer Lopez-Fitz…Mr. Macho was pretty cute. Maybe there are more like him in there. I'll have to check out the pictures on their desks. You know…see if they have pictures of their mothers, kids, girlfriends." "Oh, go ahead. Give it your best shot," Haley grumbled. How had this happened? It was one scrape after another. Oh my goodness! Did she say pictures? Haley pulled the door to the station open and crept inside.

"Ahem. Excuse me. Supercop," Sheridan said sarcastically. Luis leaned back in his desk chair and glared at her. Oh no, Haley thought. This isn't good. Not good at all. "Well…if it isn't the Spoiled Princess?" he jeered. Throwing the file in his lap onto the desk. Sheridan sneered at him. "Are you this rude to everyone? Or just innocent people who happen to have been born Cranes?" "Innocent?" Luis scoffed. "Cranes? Isn't that like an…what's the word? Sorry if I get it wrong. I haven't benefited from Daddy buying my way through college. I think I have it. Oxymoron?" "Funny," Sheridan deadpanned. Reaching in her purse and pulling out a wad of cash. Luis's brown eyes narrowed. Haley's about popped out of her head.

"Here," she said. Thrusting the money at him. "I've paid my debt. Are you happy now?" And for some reason…Haley had no idea why…that made her dad mad. "I'm afraid it's not so simple, Ms. Crane,” her dad called after Sheridan as she turned to walk away. “You didn’t just break more than a few traffic laws. In fact, the list is rather long.” Sheridan crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. “Long? We spent how much time together? This is ridiculous. I’m leaving now, Officer.” Haley giggled from beneath Marty’s desk. Sheridan didn’t take nothing off of nobody. She liked that.

“Sam,” Luis grinned smugly. “Kindly inform Ms. Crane…” “Sam? Who’s this Sam?” Sheridan huffed in annoyance. Really. Mr. Big was seriously getting on her nerves. Talk about a chip on the shoulder. “Ms. Crane,” a tall older man with bronzed skin and deep blue eyes said. Holding out his hand. “I’m Sam.” “As in Chief Sam Bennett,” Luis said triumphantly. “Chief Bennett…I…the kind officer here has yet to tell me what ‘rules’ I violated that warrant further fines. Or whatever…ugh!” Haley smirked when Sheridan stomped her foot in frustration.

“Rule #307.” “Oh,” Sheridan said icily. “And what exactly is Rule #307? If I didn’t know better I’d say you made it up to get the better of me.” Sam shrank back as the sparks flew from the couple in front of him. Truth was…he didn’t know what the woman had done wrong besides being named Crane. Luis…well, he didn’t like them too much. “I’ll give you a definition,” Luis bit out. Getting right in Sheridan’s face. “Thou shalt not be a Smart-Ass to the Officer on Duty.” “Funny,” Sheridan rolled her eyes. “How’d you ever become one of Harmony’s finest?” she said sweetly. “Is that some kind of put down?” “Okay, you two. Break it up,” Sam intervened. “Thank goodness,” Haley sighed in relief. How would she explain the mug shots to her future siblings? Sheridan WAS going to be her new mom. She just didn’t know how yet.

“I’m sorry, Chief Bennett. If you don’t mind…I have a prior engagement. I really don’t want to keep her waiting.” Luis gritted his teeth and glared at Sheridan’s retreating form. “Luis…what’s up with you, Buddy?” “Ms. Crane,” Luis ignored Sam. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Sheridan stomped back to him like a petulant child. “Thank you,” she ground out. Yanking her purse from his hands. “And Ms. Crane,” he took great relish in breaking the news. “You’re expected at the Harmony Youth Center. 8 sharp. Don’t be late. Community service,” he smirked. Oh man, Haley groaned. No more days at the beach. But then…her dad worked at the Youth Center. He was the Director! She hated herself for even thinking it. But it looked like Aunt Theresa’s FATE really did exist sometimes. The door slammed behind Sheridan, and Haley scrambled out from beneath Marty’s desk. “I don’t know, Sam,” her dad complained. “She just…” “Gets under your skin,” Sam supplied. And a gigantic smile lit up Haley’s face when her dad couldn’t help but smile.

Chapter 10

"Community service. Community service! For what? Speeding? Haley…it's looking less and less like I'm going to be sticking around Harmony for good. If all the people are like Mr. Macho in there…" "NO! You can't leave!" Haley said in a panic. Sheridan's blue eyes went wide. "I'd miss you too much," Haley said more quietly. Sheridan's eyes twinkled at her. "I'd miss you, too," she said. Hugging Haley. "See that?" she grumbled. Casting her eyes skyward. "A black cloud. Thank you, Supercop," she muttered. "You've just ruined my day." Oh no, Haley thought. Change the subject. Quick! "No, he didn't," she insisted. "So we can't go back to the beach. I don't feel much like swimming anyway. But I would like to see those slides of Spain you promised to show me."

Woohoo! And the smile was back! "You know what, Haley? That sounds like a fantastic idea. Come on," she urged. Taking Haley's hand in hers. Haley's feet stayed rooted to the ground. Uh oh! What about Grandma? With the storm blowing in, she'd expect her to be at home. "Sheridan…I don't know if my grandma will let me go." Sheridan fished her cell phone out of her purse. "Here," she said. Thrusting it at Haley. "Call her. I'll be right inside," she said with a nod of her head. "Do you like blueberry muffins?" Haley nodded her head vigorously. Just another thing her dad and Sheridan had in common. Her, too. "Hello…"

"Thanks Grandma. I'll be home for dinner. Promise. Love you, too." "Ready?" Sheridan asked with a smile. Haley happily took Sheridan's arm, and they walked down the sidewalk. She was going to Sheridan's cottage! Thunder rumbled, and their steps became faster. Hurried. But oh it was so much fun! By the time Sheridan was slipping her key in the lock, they were soaked to the bone. Hair plastered to their skulls. "I love the rain, Sheridan," Haley giggled. Twirling about. Arms outstretched. "Get in here, Silly," Sheridan smiled. Tugging her inside. "Your grandma will never let you come back if you catch your death of cold." "That is such a 'mom' thing to say," Haley beamed. The look on Sheridan's face was priceless. She laid a cold hand on Haley's forehead. "Sure you aren't already coming down with something?" she teased.

"Make yourself at home, Haley. I'm going to go heat these muffins up. We need something warm and toasty." "Sounds great," Haley called after her. Drinking in her surroundings. Not at all what she expected from a Crane. "So..." Sheridan laughed. Handing her a steaming mug of hot cocoa. "You like?" "Very much," Haley smiled. Plopping down on the sofa and making herself comfortable. "Mmm. I love cocoa on a rainy day, too. My grandma makes it for us all the time." "Your grandma sounds a lot like someone I know," Sheridan mused. Haley was glad she had her back turned. Fixing the projector. She had this huge guilty grin on her face. Of course she sounded familiar, she thought. Fighting hard not to laugh.

Sheridan curled up on the couch beside her. Remote in hand. The rain fell in sheets outside, but for the next couple hours Haley didn't notice a thing. Except the wonderful show before her. She wished her dad could see these, she thought with a contented sigh. Sheridan had a knack for storytelling. "That's Costa Marbella. Gorgeous, isn't it?" Haley was incapable of forming thoughts. Much less words at that moment. The beauty was too much for her. "I want to go there again someday. Maybe take someone special with me," Sheridan said wistfully. "Who? Me?" Haley joked. Cuddling close underneath the faded blue quilt.

"Hmm," Sheridan pretended to mull it over. A finger on her chin. "You're not the tall, dark and handsome man of my dreams. But you'll do in a pinch." "Sheridan!" Haley said aghast. Sheridan ducked as the pillow flew from Haley's hands. "Tell me about the man of your dreams," Haley yawned sleepily. Her head resting in Sheridan's lap. Sheridan ran her fingers through Haley's long dark hair. "The man of my dreams, huh?" Sheridan whispered. Smiling at the faint freckles on Haley's nose. "Yeah," Haley blinked big brown eyes at her. "Please." "Okay," Sheridan relented. Her lilting voice lulling Haley into a deep peace.

"The man of my dreams." The reflection of Costa Marbella painted their faces as lightning flashed outside. "The man of my dreams is the kindest man I've ever met," Sheridan sighed dreamily. Haley smiled in response. Her dad was the most generous, giving person SHE knew. "He loves me for me. Not my family name. Not my money." Well...we don't have to worry about that, Haley thought to herself. Dad certainly doesn't love your name. "When he looks at me...I feel warm all over," she laughed. "Special." Um...not yet. But she was sure it wouldn't take long. "We can talk about anything together. Share our deepest secrets. He listens. Really listens." There lies a problem.

“We live in this cozy little house on this street full of houses almost exactly the same. But ours is different. Old. Something with history." "Old?" Haley asked. "You don't want a big house? A new one?" "No," Sheridan shook her blond head. "And it doesn't have to be big. Look at this cottage. I love this place far more than I ever did the Mansion, Haley." "It IS nice," Haley conceded. "Homey," she whispered. "What else?" "Family. Family is the most important thing in the world to him," she said softly. And Haley felt sad. Sheridan didn't have any of these things in her dream. A beautiful dream. "I hope you find him,” she said solemnly. Playing with the frayed edges of the quilt. “Me, too,” she heard Sheridan’s soft whisper.

The projector whirred to life as Sheridan pressed another button on the remote. “Oh,” Haley said. Resting her chin on Sheridan’s shoulder. “Who’s that?” A woman…a delicate looking woman…smiled back at them. Her eyes strangely familiar to Haley. A little girl with bouncy blond ringlets gazed up at her adoringly. Her tiny hand cupping the woman’s cheek. “That’s…” “My mother,” Sheridan answered. Tears in her blue eyes. “So that baby is…” “Me,” she smiled slightly. “She was pretty,” Haley finally ventured. “Yes, she was, wasn’t she?” Sheridan murmured. “My memories of Mother are so fuzzy. I was so young when she died.” “I’m sorry,” Haley apologized. “Don’t be,” Sheridan smiled. Tapping Haley’s nose with her index finger. “It’s not your fault. Nobody’s really. Why should you be sorry?” “I don’t know,” Haley shrugged. The quilt slipping free of her shoulders. “Haley?” Sheridan queried gently. “Is something bothering you?”

“Your mother died. Mine…she left me when I was a baby,” Haley said quietly. So quietly Sheridan almost didn’t hear. And Sheridan’s heart went out to her. Pain she kept well-hidden flashed in her brown eyes. “She left me, Sheridan. Am I really that bad? Is there something wrong with me? What did I do?” “No,” Sheridan said immediately. Pulling Haley into her embrace. “You did nothing wrong. Look at me, Haley,” she implored. Grasping Haley’s chin gently. “It’s not your fault. It’s hers. You’re one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. A person can’t help but love you. I’ve only known you a few days, and already I love you to pieces.” Haley smiled through her tears. “You’re just being nice,” she said. Looking down. “Haley…are you calling me a liar?” Sheridan teased lightly. Haley’s brown eyes danced. “If I ever have a daughter someday…I want her to be just like you,” Sheridan said sincerely. “Just like you. With pretty brown eyes. That fantastic smile. You’re going to break a lot of hearts when you get older, Sweetie. I know it. And most of all…your beautiful heart. It’s her loss. She missed out on getting to know you.” “Thank you,” Haley whispered. Burying her face in the crook of Sheridan’s neck. I wish you were my mom, she thought as the rain beat down on the roof outside. I wish…

Chapter 11

Pilar balanced the tray on her hip and backed into the door. “Good morning, Miss Sheridan,” she smiled at Sheridan’s sleep-rumpled appearance. Sheridan rubbed her eyes with her fists. “Pilar,” she yawned. “You didn’t have to…” Pilar set the breakfast tray down on the night stand and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. We haven’t had time to catch up since your return.” Sheridan popped a lush strawberry in her mouth and leaned back against her pillows with a sigh. “Mmm. Thank you,” she mumbled. “These are so good.” “Mrs. Crane tells me you’ve been very busy. With this…new friend.” Sheridan’s face lit up at the mention of her ‘friend.’ “She’s been showing me around Harmony. The beach. Lighthouse Park. The Youth Center. The Harmony Police Department…Oh my goodness! Pilar!” she exclaimed. Blue eyes round. “What time is it?” Pilar steadied the glass of juice on the tray. “It’s…I think it’s almost 9 o’clock.” “OH NO! This isn’t good! Not good at all!” Sheridan shrieked. Scrambling off the bed. Well…trying to. Funny thing was the bed didn’t want her to leave apparently. Her feet got all twisted in the sheets, and she hit the floor with a resounding thud. “Miss Sheridan! Are you okay?”

“I never should have left the cottage. That was a sign of things to come,” Sheridan grumbled. “Come on, Sheridan. Working at the Youth Center wasn’t that bad. Was it?” she ventured timidly. She felt really bad. Downplaying what she KNEW had been a terrible day for Sheridan. Her dad had made sure of it from the moment she limped into the Youth Center more than an hour late. “Officer Lopez-Fitz…” “CRANE! You were supposed to be here hours ago.” “Hours? Only 2 hours ago, Supercop. 2 hours. As you can see, I have a perfectly good excuse for being late,” she huffed in annoyance. Pointing at her bandaged ankle. “Oh…a sprained ankle. Really? Rather convenient, don’t you think?” Sheridan’s eyes burned bright, and her cheeks flamed red. “Are you calling me a fake?” “You’re finally getting a clue,” he smirked. “I’m on to you, Crane,” he warned. Shoving the basketball at her. “Ugh!” Sheridan tottered on her feet for a few seconds before crashing to the floor.

It only got worse from there, Haley thought. Shaking her head. Whoa! She didn’t know her dad could be so mean. So far…he was batting a thousand. “Can you believe the nerve? He actually got jealous. Jealous! Because the kids liked me better,” she said with a small smile. They did, Haley remembered. And it just burned her dad up. Sheridan enthralled them all with tales of her travels in Europe. Until her dad broke things up. By sending Sheridan to scrub the bathroom floors! “I’m surprised Mr. Macho Supercop Jealous Jerk didn’t make me use a toothbrush.” Haley snickered. The nickname just got longer with each minute Sheridan spent with her dad. Not really good. But she couldn’t help but laugh. “By the time I finished,” Sheridan whined. “All the kids were gone. Why does he have to be so mean to me? I’ve never done anything to him?” Good question, Haley thought.

“Your coffee, Miss…?” Oh no! Oh no, Haley panicked. How could she forget?! Her aunt Theresa! “Sheridan,” Sheridan smiled warmly. “You can call me Sheridan.” “Sheridan,” Theresa bubbled. “That’s such a pretty name.” “Thank you,” Sheridan murmured. Blue eyes smiling. Haley hunched over in her chair. Praying Theresa wouldn’t recognize her. “Haley? Are you sure you don’t want anything? I’ll buy you something.” Haley shook her head vigorously. Her silver earrings jangling. Theresa’s brown eyes grew round with recognition. “A muffin? You said blueberry muffins were you favorite.” Please, Sheridan. Just please shut up! Before…”Haley? Haley? Is that you?” Sheridan almost choked at Haley’s dreadful groan. “Haley Lo---“ “Oh…hi Aunt Theresa! I thought you had the day off.” “This is your aunt?” Sheridan laughed. “But Theresa…you’re so young,” she teased. Theresa grinned goofily. “Haley’s dad…my brother Lu…OW!” she yelped. Glaring at Haley when she stomped on her foot. Sheridan’s brows shot up. “My brother is ten years older than me. He had Haley when he was very young.”

“Haley told me. Well ‘Aunt Theresa’,” Sheridan smiled brightly. Extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Theresa bounced on the balls of her feet as she extended her hand. NNNNNNOOOOOO! Haley screamed inwardly. Leave it to her aunt Theresa. Klutz Extraordinaire. Sometimes she wondered if it was safe to sleep in the same room with her. Sheridan’s coffee mug toppled over. And it was so awful. But it was amazing how fast a person with a sprained ankle could move when threatened with a scalding hot liquid, Haley thought. Unfortunately…not fast enough. “Ah!” Sheridan winced. “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry. So terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to…did I burn you?” Theresa twittered nervously. “I’ll call 9-1-1!”

Sheridan burst into laughter. “Theresa! It’s okay. I’m okay. Really I am. It only burns a little. Not enough to call 9-1-1.” Haley rolled her brown eyes. Thank goodness she had inherited her father’s and grandmother’s brains. Was Papa Martin stupid? “Oh! Thank god!” Theresa exclaimed. Throwing her arms around Sheridan’s neck gratefully. “Kristie would have fired me for sure. This one guy…last week…I ‘accidentally’ tripped. And dumped a whole tray of hot muffins in his lap. He wasn’t half as nice as you. You are SO nice.” “Thank you,” Sheridan laughed. “Uh…” “Aunt Theresa,” Haley tugged at Theresa’s sleeve. “Oh! I’m…” “It’s okay. Pleasure meeting you, Theresa. But you see…I’ve had a really rough day…and I think it’s time I went home.” “B-Bye,” Theresa waved with a silly smile plastered on her face.

“Been keeping secrets from me, Miss Haley?” Sheridan smirked as Haley held the door open for her. You don’t know the half of it, Haley thought. “Um…not really. You saw what she did to you. Are you really that disappointed I didn’t introduce you sooner.” Sheridan’s laughter made her smile. “I see your point. Anything else I should know? Any more deep, dark secrets?” Yeah…Haley gulped as her brown eyes spotted a familiar figure across the street. “Haley! Haley!” Sheridan called as Haley seemed to disappear into thin air. “Now…how am I going to manage this?” she mumbled to herself. Pushing the door open with her free hand. “Gee, Sheridan. Could you BE any more graceful? Great,” she muttered as she wedged herself in between the door. Halfway in. Halfway out. “Ugh! This has been such a wonderful day,” she said sarcastically. “Where’s a helping hand when you need it? Okay…on three. 1…2…3!”

Not a good idea, she thought as the cold, hard sidewalk seemed to rush up at her. Until…a pair of arms grabbed her. And held on. “Thank you,” she said breathlessly. “You saved me from certain death,” she joked. Picking her purse up and slipping it on her shoulder. “Couldn’t let that happen? There are places to see. Malls to shop. Expensive jewelry to buy. Perfume…” Oh my…No, it isn’t. It couldn’t be. Su…”Supercop,” she whispered. Her blue eyes traveling up his form. His form! Holy…she never noticed how many muscles Jealous Jerk had. Yeah right, Sheridan. Are you blind? Of course, she had noticed. But she was too busy…fighting with him. Why was that? “Still pretending, Crane?” Oh…now she remembered. Smug. Arrogant. Infuriating. “Pretending? Do you honestly think I would purposely fall flat on my face?” she spat in irritation. “You saw me coming,” he shrugged his shoulders.

She jerked her hands from his arms when she felt his muscles flex. “You know what, Supercop? Save it! I’ve had the worst day. All thanks to you.” “Thanks to me?” he bit out incredulously. “Yeah, thanks to you,” she shouted. Getting in his face. “I overslept. And you know why? Your ugly face was in my nightmares. I didn’t sleep a wink.” Oh, Sheridan. Ugly? You are SO lying. And they weren’t nightmares, she thought. Resisting the urge to blush. “Then I twisted my ankle trying to hurry. So I wouldn’t be too late and get another tongue-lashing.” Haley ducked down low when her dad turned his head. He was laughing! “Haley? What are you doing in the floor?” Theresa asked with a befuddled expression. “There’s Luis! I’m going to go introduce him to Sheridan. Haley!” Haley pulled her down beside her. “No! You can’t do that.”

“I see,” Luis cleared his throat. “I’m the cause of all your problems? How did you sprain your ankle? Help me understand how I had anything to do with it.” Sheridan’s blue eyes flashed. “I…” You can’t tell HIM you got your feet tangled up in your own bedsheets. You’ll never live THAT down. “Tell me, Ms. Crane,” he grinned. “Ugh!” she groaned. Shoving him. Hard. Luis chuckled. “Oh…I’m so scared,” he teased. “Haley? Why don’t you want me to introduce Sheridan to Luis.” Haley gave Theresa her best ‘what the hell’ look. But Theresa still didn’t get it. “Theresa…do people normally act that way if they haven’t at least met each other?” Theresa’s brown eyes zoomed back in on her brother and Sheridan. “No,” she said finally. “You’re smarter than I thought,” Haley muttered under her breath. “Why do they hate each other so much?” Haley sighed. Her mission looked like it was going to crash and burn. “They don’t look they hate each other to me,” Theresa giggled. “Look,” she pointed. Haley’s jaw dropped open when she spied her dad. And Sheridan. On the ground on top of each other! How did that happen? “Do you see the way he’s looking into her eyes? Luis doesn’t hate Sheridan, Haley. I think he really likes her.” What do you know, Haley thought with a smile. Maybe it was true.

Chapter 12

“Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” Theresa bubbled excitedly. “Look at them, Haley! Luis doesn’t hate Sheridan.” Haley was too busy smiling at her dad and her future mom to care that Theresa was making a complete and utter fool of herself. Quite a crowd had gathered behind them it seemed. Enjoying the spectacle. “I can tell, Haley,” Theresa sighed blissfully. “They’re in love.” And just like that…the happy bubble Haley was in burst. “What? How can you say that? Are you crazy? They only just met.” “Haley…haven’t you ever heard of love at first sight?” Theresa giggled. “I can’t wait for the wedding.” “Is it too much to ask,” Haley muttered under her breath. Her brown eyes raised skyward.

“Maybe I’m adopted,” she said cheerily. Or better yet, she thought. Aunt Theresa was adopted! That would explain so much. “I’m telling you, Haley. Luis and Sheridan…they’re secretly in love.” “Whatever,” Haley rolled her eyes. Nice thought, but she knew in order for her plan to work…so many things had to happen. Not the least of which, her dad and Sheridan actually had to LIKE each other first. “Would you be quiet? I can’t hear what they’re saying.” “Not much right now,” Theresa piped up. “Ooo…kiss her, Luis.” Haley’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfolding outside.

Sheridan lay sprawled atop her dad. “Haley,” Theresa twittered beside her. “She wants him to kiss her. I know she does. This is better than a movie,” Theresa giggled. Stuffing an entire blueberry muffin in her mouth. “Shh!” Her dad was saying something. “Ms. Crane,” he said in a teasing voice. “I had no idea how badly you wanted me. Why didn’t you just say so? Instead of throwing yourself at me?” Uh oh! Dad! Theresa snickered beside her.

“UGH!” Sheridan groaned in disgust. “For the last time…I sprained my ankle! All because of you. And I…I lost my balance…and fell.” “On top of me,” Luis grinned. Haley could see Sheridan’s blue eyes shooting her dad bullets from her hiding spot. “Great, Dad. You had to go and say that. Go ahead. Get her mad,” she grumbled. “They SO want each other,” Kristie sighed behind them. And Haley’s brown eyes almost popped out of her head. EVERYBODY in the Book Café was watching!

Sheridan shifted. Trying desperately to climb to her unsteady feet. But she fell again, and Haley beamed as she watched her dad lift a hand to brush Sheridan’s blond hair from her eyes. “What did I tell you, Haley?” Theresa gushed. “Now Luis wants to kiss her.” Stop it with the Peanut Gallery already! “Admit it,” her dad smirked. “This is all an act.” Sheridan shoved his hand away and sat up. Flopping to the ground beside him in an undignified heap.. “Hardly! You…you make…the sight of you makes me ill,” she shuddered.

“Ditto,” Luis shot back. Infuriating her all the more. “Oh! How intelligent!” she rolled her eyes. “Your wit astounds me. I’m sure your mother’s so proud,” she shook her head. “As a matter of fact…she is,” Luis smiled pleasantly. “You might know her…” Haley’s jaw dropped open. NO! NO DAD! DON’T DO IT! DON’T SAY IT! Her plan would be ruined! “Really?” Sheridan questioned. Leaning back on her elbows. “And how is that?”

Don’t go there, Dad, Haley prayed silently. Her fingers crossed. “Haley,” Theresa tugged at her hand. “What’s wrong? You look pale.” “He’s going to ruin it. He’s going to ruin my plan,” she whispered. “Ruin it? What plan? How?” Haley looked at her with serious brown eyes. “Theresa,” Haley said. “Grandma works for Sheridan’s family. If Dad tells her who he is, she’ll find out all about me. And my plan will be ruined. This isn’t supposed to happen. Not yet. They’re supposed to fall in love first.” Theresa stared at her in confusion. “Haley? Where are you going?”

“Because,” Luis said harshly. “My mama spends every day working her fingers to the bone for the no-good likes of you. Cleaning. Cooking. Making sure YOUR day is perfect when she spends HERS struggling to make ends meet.” Sheridan’s mouth fell open. “Pilar? Pilar’s your mother?” Luis’s eyes were black with anger. “I…Luis,” she ventured timidly. “I didn’t know. Is that why you…hate me so much?” “Haley…don’t go out there,” Theresa said gently. “But Aunt Theresa…can’t you see? He can’t hate her. He can’t!” The onlookers behind them scattered as the scene outside grew uglier by the minute.

“Hate you? Ms. Crane,” Luis said in a low voice. “I hate you because you’re a spoiled princess who’s never had to work a day in her life. I hate you because you take your life for granted. I hate you because you…” Stop it, Dad. Just…stop. Tears brimmed from Sheridan’s blue eyes. “because you’re the reason…it’s your family’s fault I grew up without a father. Everything they touch turns to poison.” “This isn’t happening,” Haley shook her head. “It can’t be. Sheridan carelessly swiped at the tears spilling down her cheeks. “I see,” she said softly. “I’m sorry my existence is such a blight to your happiness. I…I’ll go now.” Haley’s fists clenched at her sides. Theresa sighed behind her. “I guess I was wrong. He really does…Haley, I don’t understand. What plan?”

“It was a stupid plan,” Haley cried. “A stupid, stupid plan. How could I ever think it would work?” she shrugged Theresa’s hands from her shoulders. Theresa turned her attention back outside. Just in time to see Sheridan’s form grow smaller and smaller in the distance. The bells tinkled as her brother walked inside, and she glared at him. “How does it feel, Luis?” “Theresa? What are you talking about?” Luis asked. Taking some money from his wallet to pay Kristie for his purchase. “Knowing you made someone…someone really nice…cry?” “Nice?” he scoffed. “She’s a Crane.” “A nice one,” Haley sniffled. “And you hurt her, Dad. I could tell.” “No. I didn’t,” Luis defended. Looking guilty as hell. “Cranes aren’t like…Haley. How did you…how do you know her?” Haley didn’t answer as she brushed past him. After Sheridan. “Theresa? What’s going on here?” Theresa ignored him. “What’s with them? I’m telling you, Kristie. Sheridan Crane is just as rotten as the rest of her family. I have no reason to feel bad about what I said to her. No reason to feel bad about making her cry.” Kristie just arched a slender auburn brow at him and continued wiping off the counter. “No reason,” Luis repeated. Looking more unsure than ever.

Chapter 13

“Sheridan! Sheridan! Are you in there?” Haley cried. Pounding on Sheridan’s cottage door. “Please…please, let me in.” “Haley? Darling? What’s wrong?” Haley’s brown eyes filled with more tears as she turned to face Ivy. “It’s ruined. My plan’s ruined.” Ivy brushed Haley’s tears away with gentle fingers. “Don’t say that. I’m sure it’s not as terrible as it seems now. Tell me what happened,” she encouraged. Reaching out her free hand to retrieve the spare key from its hiding place. “My dad,” Haley broke down once they were safely inside. “Your dad?” Ivy queried. “He was so mean to her. He didn’t even give her a chance. He hates her,” Haley sniffled. “Because she’s a Crane,” Ivy said to herself more than Haley. “Because she’s a Crane,” Haley nodded. Hugging one of Sheridan’s pillows to her chest. It smelled like her. Her perfume. Ivy snaked a consoling arm around Haley’s shoulders and pulled her close. “You’ll see. Things will work out.” Haley lay her head against Ivy’s shoulder with a shaky sigh.

The minutes on the clock ticked slowly by, and Haley’s tears dried. Ivy smiled to herself. Haley’s devotion to Sheridan…it was so strong despite the short time they had known each other. “Where is she?” Haley said. Drawing in a deep breath. “It’s been over an hour.” Ivy stroked Haley’s brown hair. “Oh…I think I have an idea.” Haley stared into the older woman’s blue green eyes with a curious expression on her face. “She went to see her mother.” “Her mother? I don’t understand. I thought…” Ivy’s eyes sparkled at her as she explained. “Whenever she’s feeling lonely…or upset like today…she goes to visit her mother’s grave and just…talks to her.” Haley tucked her legs beneath her and turned to face Ivy fully. “Does she feel lonely a lot?”

Ivy smiled at Haley’s concern. “Not so much now. That she’s found you.” Haley beamed at her. “Ivy?” “Yes, Darling?” Haley picked at the hem of her tee-shirt. “I know it sounds silly. But I really want HER to be my mom. So bad,” she said earnestly. “I feel bad for not telling her who I really am, but I didn’t want to scare her off. Guess it didn’t matter much anyway,” she sighed. “Dad already did that.” “I don’t know about that,” Ivy told her. “Sheridan has a very forgiving heart.” Too forgiving of a heart really, Ivy realized. “He’s really not a bad person. I swear. I don’t understand all this. I’ve never seen my dad be as mean to anyone as he was to Sheridan today. He doesn’t even act like himself around her. It’s like he’s afraid or…something,” Haley finished. Ivy thought over Haley’s words, and realized Haley was closer to the answer than she’d ever believe. She had a feeling her own mother, Beth Wallace, had a lot to do with Luis’s fear. He was pushing Sheridan away. Because, like it or not, something about her made him feel again. Feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time. Okay…so she didn’t have a Ph.D. But she DID know a little something about affairs of the heart.

“Sheridan!” Haley exclaimed in relief. Rushing to meet her at the front door and throwing her arms around her waist. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry my D…” “Luis treated you that way,” Ivy interrupted. Haley shot Ivy a grateful look and stared up at Sheridan with solemn brown eyes. Sheridan’s blue eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. “Oh Haley,” she sighed. A gentle smile on her lips as she kissed Haley’s forehead. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going to take what HE said personally.” “You’re not?” Haley asked uncertainly. “No,” Sheridan told her. “He’s just not a very nice person. That’s all. I’ve met lots of them before. It’s no big deal.” “You’re wrong,” Haley shook her head. “It IS a big deal. NO ONE should be that mean to another person. NO ONE.” “Haley’s right, Sheridan. Are you sure you’re okay?” Ivy asked. “I’m fine,” Sheridan laughed lightly. Haley frowned. “At least I will be. Ethan’s going to meet with the Mayor. If all goes well…I can do my community service under someone else. If I even have to do community service,” she said with wide blue eyes. “Bogus charges.”

Sheridan curled up on the sofa. Haley close by. “Ethan’s going to meet with the Mayor? When?” Haley waited expectantly for Sheridan’s response. “Today, actually. He’s going to get everything straightened out so I never have to see Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald again.” “Never?” Haley muttered. “Never,” Sheridan affirmed. “Sheridan? How can you be so sure?” “Ivy,” Sheridan laughed. “Don’t you have faith in your own son’s persuasive capabilities?” Ivy’s lips curled upward into a smile. “Of course, I do. But what if the Mayor still doesn’t see it your way? What are you going to do then?” Sheridan propped her chin on Haley’s brown head. “Figure out some way to show Mr. Macho Jerk I’m not the evil person he’s judged me to be, or at least find a way to coexist peacefully,” she sighed. “He and Pilar are nothing alike. Pilar’s like a second mother to me. You’d love her Haley,” Sheridan smiled down at her. Haley ducked her head. I already do, she thought silently. “She’s one of the kindest, most generous people I know.” My dad really isn’t that different. Or at least I thought he wasn’t.

“Oh my goodness! Would you look at the time? Haley? Does your grandma know where you are?” “Well…” “Haley,” Sheridan smiled. “Not exactly,” Haley admitted. “You better call her, Dear,” Ivy advised. “There’s a phone in the kitchen if you want some privacy,” Sheridan teased. Haley rolled her brown eyes at her goodnaturedly, but she had to breathe a sigh of relief. Privacy would be good. She played with the phone cord as she listened to the dial tone. “Come on, Grandma. Pick up. Please.” “No luck?” Ivy asked. Making Haley jump ten feet in the air. “I’m sorry,” she laughed. “But I think the reason you can’t reach your grandma has something to do with the fact she’s working late at the Mansion tonight.” “Guess it doesn’t matter if I call home then,” Haley proclaimed brightly. “There’s no one there.” Ivy smiled at her silliness and took out her cell phone. “Who are you calling?” Haley asked curiously. “Being a bit nosy?” Ivy smirked. “I’m doing your dad and Sheridan a favor, Haley. I’m calling the Mayor.” “You’re going to make sure he’s says ‘no,’ aren’t you?” Haley exclaimed excitedly. “Something like that,” Ivy grinned. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” she cried in response. Squeezing Ivy tight. “My dad deserves a second chance to show Sheridan how great of a guy he really is.” “Let’s hope he doesn’t waste it,” Ivy arched a golden brow.

Haley hopped onto the kitchen counter and listened to Ivy’s side of the conversation with a wide smile. “Thank you. I appreciate it so much. You’ll be receiving the donation soon.” “I can’t believe you just did that.” “Did what?” Sheridan smiled. Tickling the back of Haley’s knee. “Hey! Stop that!” “Ticklish?” Sheridan laughed. “Stop!” Haley howled with laughter. “Ivy,” Sheridan turned to face her sister-in-law. “Why don’t you stay for dinner? You, me, and Haley? That is…IF your grandma said it’s okay.” “She’s fine with it,” Haley fudged. It wasn’t a complete lie. She simply didn’t know anything about it. So she couldn’t say ‘NO.’ You better watch it, Haley. You might turn into Pinocchio. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” Sheridan said. Blue eyes twinkling. “Ivy? You in?” “Do I have to actually cook or clean?” Ivy asked uncertainly. Haley giggled when she saw Ivy’s fingers were crossed. “I’ll help,” Haley offered. Jumping down from the counter. “What do you want me to do first?” “Hmm,” Sheridan mused. “Give me a minute. I’m not used to giving orders in my own kitchen,” she teased. “Yes, Drill Sergeant,” Haley cracked. “I’ll…I’ll leave you two to work your magic,” Ivy smiled. “Magic?!” Sheridan sputtered. “Miz Haley,” she drawled. “You might want to re-think your decision. I’m not the best cook in the world.” “I don’t care,” Haley grinned. “I’m sure you’re not THAT bad.” “Famous last words.”

“Okay,” Haley giggled. “So you’re not Martha Stewart. I never liked her much anyway.” Sheridan looped her arm around Haley’s shoulders. “I knew I liked you.” “Do you always eat so…healthy?” Haley sighed. “Are you calling me a health nut?” “Your words. Not mine,” Haley shrugged her shoulders. “I’m offended, dear Haley. I’ll have you know…I can pig out with the best of them. In fact…look what’s for dessert.” “Wow!” Haley breathed. “Chocolate is a girl’s best friend,” Sheridan laughed. Shutting the fridge. “Haley? Do you mind keeping an eye on things in here for just a minute? I have something I think you’ll really like in my room.” “For me? Sure, I don’t mind.” Ooo! A present! She couldn’t wipe the ridiculous grin off her face. Not even when she saw someone totally unexpected coming towards the cottage. Someone totally unexpected! Oh no, she thought. Ducking out of sight. It couldn’t be! Grandma! A loud knocking from the living room made her heart pound. What? She jerked her head back and forth from the kitchen door to the living room outside. If Grandma was at this door, who was at the front door? “Sheridan! Sheridan, Dear. You have company. An Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald is here!” Her goose was cooked! She could see tomorrow’s Harmony Herald headline now. What was a girl to do?

Chapter 14

Haley’s brown eyes scanned the cozy kitchen frantically. Looking for a mode of escape. Oh! But Grandma couldn’t find her here. Especially not with Dad at the front door! What was she going to do? She flattened herself against the far-edge of the kitchen counter as her grandma knocked lightly on the door. “Haley…Haley,” Ivy hissed as she rounded the corner from the living room. “Oh my…Pilar!” Ivy exclaimed in utter surprise as she rushed to answer the door. Haley scrambled on all fours under the kitchen table. Not daring to breathe and praying God wouldn’t see fit to rat her out. Surely, she was wearing on his patience lately. One white lie after another. But it was all in the name of love, she argued with herself. Crossing her fingers that her luck would last. Just until her Dad had left. Grandma tried to play it off, but she was really a bleeding heart, too. Haley was positive. Maybe it wouldn’t be a disaster if she discovered the truth about her plan. Least she had high hopes. And really…what was a person without hope?

Her breath came in short pants as she watched Ivy’s beige high heels click past. And she recognized her grandma’s sensible black shoes. Oh no! They weren’t leaving! She closed her eyes and counted to 10 silently. Please don’t let me get caught. Please don’t let me get caught. Please don’t let me get caught. “Is Miss Sheridan here?” her brown eyes popped open at the sound of her grandma’s voice. “I heard about…Luis should be ashamed of himself, Mrs. Crane. I came to apologize for…” “Pilar,” Ivy interrupted. “I don’t think you’re going to have to. Your son is in the living room right now with Sheridan. And if I must say so myself…he looked guilty as hell when I admitted him.” Her grandma’s gasp was audible even to her. And Haley could just picture the expression of shock on Grandma’s face. She was probably saying a thousand silent “Dios Mio’s.” Partly due to Ivy’s language…partly due to the very idea of her dad admitting he was wrong. About anything. Her dad was a very stubborn guy. Grandma swore she’d inherited her dad’s bullheadedness. The thought made Haley oddly proud.

“Shh, Pilar,” Ivy hushed. And Haley’s mouth dropped open in astonishment as she realized…her grandma was eavesdropping! She peeked out from under the table with wide brown eyes at them. Huddled together as quiet as mice trying desperately to hear this very important conversation between her dad and Sheridan. She strained her ears as hard as she could but she couldn’t hear a thing. How she wished she were a fly on Sheridan’s living room wall at that moment! Well…not a fly. Those were…icky. Maybe an unsuspecting…geez! She didn’t know. Back to the fly on the wall. Maybe it was a good thing she couldn’t hear anything. Yeah. It WAS. At least they weren’t involved in another screaming match yet. That was definitely a good sign. Maybe her plan wasn’t ruined, after all, she thought with a sigh. If only her Grandma knew…then she could join in the huddle.

“I know,” Ivy proclaimed triumphantly. “The intercom!” Genius, Haley thought with a grin. The lady was pure genius! Her heart pounded in her chest when her dad and Sheridan’s voices filled the kitchen. “Miss Crane…I’m here because…” Her dad sounded so nervous. “Yes,” Sheridan said expectantly. Haley smiled. What Ivy said was true. Sheridan wanted to see the best in people. She just hoped her dad could show her a glimmer of his “REAL” self. “I was…back at the Book Café…I was out of line,” her dad said quickly. “Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald…” She sounded so…unsure of herself. Way to go, Dad, Haley jeered silently. Did he have to be SO mean, she wondered. Shaking her brown head. “…are you apologizing to me?” “Gee? You think?” Now if that voice isn’t dripping with sarcasm, I don’t know what is. Just shut up, Dad. And give her a chance. “No need to be snide,” came Sheridan’s slightly hurt reply. That’s it. She could hear the tears in her voice. If he made her cry one more time…”Pilar,” Ivy whispered in the relative silence of the room. “You need to go out there and give that son of yours a good talking to.” “My Luis can be too hot-headed.” Haley snorted. So, so, so true. “He lets his emotions control him. He feels things too deeply sometimes.” Didn’t that prove it? Sheridan made her dad…FEEL. She couldn’t remember the last time ANYONE caused such a strong reaction in him.

“Look,” her dad’s soft voice came over the speaker. “I’m sorry. I was an ass. That’s all there is to it. I’ve been nothing BUT an ass since I found out you were a Crane.” “Truer words were never spoken,” Ivy snorted. “Try downright terrible. Sorry, Pilar.” Haley nodded her head at Ivy’s words. And Ivy’s blue green eyes went comically wide as she spotted Haley’s hiding place, and her mouth dropped open in a surprised ‘O’. “Mrs. Crane? Mrs. Crane?” her grandma questioned in a worried whisper. “Is something bothering you?” Haley yanked her dark head back under the table just in time. OUCH! She wanted to scream it through the streets of Harmony. Great going, Haley. What a pretty goose egg that’s going to be in the morning. Uh oh! Lucy! You got some splainin’ to do! How was she going to explain how she got it to her dad? Not to mention her grandma. Worse yet…how was she going to keep Aunt Theresa’s big mouth shut? A thousand scenarios played out lightning quick in her brain. Sheridan might say…”Miz Haley…you sure got yourself in a pickle this time.” Okay. So she wouldn’t say THAT. But it’d be something close. Hey! Things were awfully quiet in there. WHAT was going on? Oh no! She hoped Sheridan hadn’t strangled her dad!

“A lot of names besides ass come to mind,” she heard Sheridan say. And she squeezed her brown eyes shut. Virgin ears. She so did not want to hear what was surely a long, endless list. Even if her dad DID deserve to be called every name in the book. She could groan in frustration. Hearing the apology and the words behind it wasn’t good enough. She needed to see it for herself. Pictures spoke a thousand words, right? Sheridan’s face was the same way. So was her dad’s. Well…at least to her. She took a deep breath and decided to take a risk that could very well end life as she knew it. Okay…so she was being overly dramatic. You didn’t live 11 years in the same room with her aunt Theresa without a few things rubbing off on you. Ivy choked when she saw Haley dart out from under Sheridan’s kitchen table, and snapped Pilar’s face to attention…ON HER…as the back door creaked shut behind her. “Mrs. Crane!” Pilar exclaimed in exasperation. “WHAT is going on here?” “Nothing, Pilar,” Ivy shook her head vigorously. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed.

Haley ducked outside Sheridan’s living room window. Barely daring to take a peek at the action unfolding inside. “Touche,” her dad answered back to Sheridan. With a smile! Haley smiled at the heavens above. “I’m not the evil person you believe me to be,” Sheridan told her. A tentative smile on her lips. Reaching out a hand to her dad. “Believe me…I could be such a bitch to you right now…” Her dad ducked his head in embarrassment. “But I’m not going to be,” she continued. “Because I want us to have a fresh start, Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald.” Sheridan looked at her dad with pleading blue eyes. Compelling him to take her up on her offer. “What do you say?” she asked with a shy smile. Aww…how cute, Haley thought. Smiling to herself in satisfaction. Her dad took Sheridan’s hand tentatively, and no kidding! Haley saw sparks. Not literal sparks. But sparks all the same. It was like a jolt of electricity. Another unfortunate side effect of serving a life sentence as Aunt Theresa’s roommate…one tended to descend into romantic idiocy from time to time. But she couldn’t help it. Not this time. And she didn’t feel particularly stupid, either. Because she wasn’t blind. There was a definite pull there, she thought as her dad’s face broke out into a slow smile. A definite pull, she thought with a sigh. Operation MOM was back on track! Things couldn’t be better. Or so she thought when she looked up into a pair of familiar brown eyes. Take that back. Spoke a little too soon. Things could be a whole lot better. So much better. Ivy’s blue green eyes shone with sympathy.

Operation MOM…had just been derailed.

Chapter 15

“Dios Mio! Haley Elizabeth Lopez-Fitzgerald!” “Gee, Grandma,” Haley grinned nervously. “Need to stop and take a breath?” The full name was always the worst. Ivy bit her lip to keep from laughing. That child! Her grandma shot her a stern look, and the smile instantly disappeared from Haley’s face. Uh oh. Way to open YOUR big mouth, Haley. Her grandma grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. “Haley,” she said seriously. “WHAT are you doing here? On the Crane estate?” “You see Grandma…” Haley began. “I can explain. I…I…” Her brown eyes pleaded with Ivy to help her. In any way she could. “I wanted to give her some of the girls’ old clothes,” Ivy said quickly. Her grandma’s dark brows shot up, and she looked at Ivy strangely. Haley chanced a glance back inside Sheridan’s cottage and noticed with extreme agitation that Sheridan was looking straight at her!

Her knees hit the ground lightning quick, and Ivy waved wildly at Sheridan through the window. It was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud at the bewildered expression on Sheridan’s face. Luis started to turn his head toward them, and with a split-second decision, Ivy fell to her knees beside Haley. Yanking Pilar down beside her. “MRS. CRANE!” Pilar exclaimed. “Forgive me, Pilar. We…” Haley clasped her hands together and raised her eyes to the heavens. “Bless me, Father. For I have sinned. I disobeyed my grandma. And for that I am very, very sorry.” “Haley’s right,” Ivy told Pilar. “We must pray. Bless ME, Father. For I have sinned. And sinned. And sinned,” she added under her breath. Pilar sighed heavily and made the sign of the cross. In Mrs. Crane’s case, she needed all the prayers she could get.

Inside the cottage, Sheridan’s blue eyes grew wide as Ivy fell to the ground below. Followed by Pilar. She raised a hand to rub her eyes. Surely, that didn’t happen. She was just seeing things. She turned her gaze back on Luis and found him smiling at her. “What?” she asked curiously. Luis just grinned back at her. He was totally flabbergasted to find her completely…cute at that moment. The wide blue eyes and look of utter confusion. And just hours earlier he had bitten her head off! “I must be losing my mind,” Sheridan muttered. “First I saw…never mind what I saw. You’re smiling at me. What’s going on here, Officer?” Sheridan looked behind her suspiciously. “Do I have this black cloud hanging over my head or something? You aren’t actually smiling at me because you realize I’m not the big, bad Crane you thought me to be, are you?” Luis chuckled. “Will miracles never cease,” Sheridan teased. Smiling slightly. “Does this mean you’re going to start being…NICE,” she gasped.

Luis crossed his arms over his chest. “You say that like it’s such an impossible thing. I can be nice.” Sheridan crossed her arms over HER chest and inched closer. Actually hobbled was a more apt description—on her injured ankle. “Really? Oh wait…you WERE nice at first. Before I said the dreaded C-word. In fact…if I didn’t know better, I’d…” “You’d what?” Luis asked. Brown eyes bright. “I’d say,” Sheridan leaned a little closer. “Yes,” Luis said impatiently. “You were checking me out, Officer,” she teased. Blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Dare I say it? You were attracted to me.” Luis felt his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “Giving yourself a little too much credit now, aren’t you? Just because I think you have beautiful eyes doesn’t mean I…I don’t find you…Hell,” he swore. Sheridan smiled at him. “Come on, Officer. No need to be so…flustered. You think I have beautiful eyes?” she said. A delighted smile on her lips. Ditto, she thought. Oh that’s it, Sheridan. He’s reducing you to a silly teenager again. Get a grip. A few hours ago, he tore your heart out.

Ivy stretched as tall as she could on her knees and slowly, slowly eased closer to the window. Peeking one blue-green eye open as she spied on the twosome inside. “Ou…” She swallowed the rest of her yelp of pain from Haley’s pinch and whisper, “What’s happening?” when Pilar’s brown eyes snapped open. Haley bit her lip. Her grandma could give some evil looks when she wanted to. When she was sure Pilar was deep in prayer again, Ivy raised up on her knees. Sneaking another peek. Soon, the top of Haley’s brown head joined hers over the window sill, and Pilar sighed in resignation and joined them. Haley’s mouth hung open in shock. “Grandma…” “Haley,” Pilar warned. Ivy smirked and raised a finger to her lips, and the trio fell silent. Their ears straining for any interesting tidbit forthcoming. Haley winced as the brush bit into her knees. Small price to pay she reasoned with herself. What now, she thought as the smile that had just adorned Sheridan’s face fell.

“What?” her dad asked cluelessly. “Was it something I said?” Haley, Ivy, and her grandma held their breath as her dad reached a gentle hand to Sheridan’s chin and made her look at him. Haley’s fists clenched when she saw the tears in Sheridan’s blue eyes. And Ivy glared at Luis from her vantage point. Her grandma shook her head in disappointment. “Hey,” her dad said softly. “Don’t cry,” he pleaded. Brushing her tears away with the pads of his fingers. “Dammit. Look. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Please stop crying,” he repeated. Her tears made his heart clench, he realized with a grimace. “No,” she shook her head. “You’re just trying to purge your own guilty conscience,” she insisted. “Forget what I said earlier. About you being attracted to me. You wouldn’t be attracted to a woman you hated. Me and my stupid mouth,” she muttered under her breath. “I don’t hate you!” her dad said. Grabbing her by the shoulders. “I…I don’t.” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halllllllllleeeeelllllluuuujjjjjaaaahhhhh! Haley rejoiced inwardly. “Ooo, would you just look at that?” Ivy grinned. “Pilar…I dare say your son has been burned,” she said when Luis jerked his hands away. “This is so…delicious,” she sighed. Haley snickered. Sobering immediately when her grandma stared at her with suspicion in her brown eyes.

“You don’t?” Sheridan whispered hopefully. Well…thank goodness, she more than whispered. Haley was having a hard enough time hearing them as it was. “I don’t,” her dad admitted. “In fact,” he paused. Gazing at Sheridan uncertainly. And for a second too long. “I actually…you’re okay.” “Wow,” Sheridan laughed softly. “Coming from you, that’s high praise. Thank you,” she smiled. “Don’t go getting a big head,” her dad warned. Grinning despite himself. Sheridan picked at the hem of her shirt and lowered herself onto the sofa. Sinking against its plump cushions. “So,” she said slowly. “Does this mean we…start over?” she asked hesitantly. The smile on Haley’s face spread like wild fire when her dad extended a hand and helped Sheridan to unsteady feet. “From scratch,” he said seriously. Giving her hand a firm shake. “No more of that judgmental…” Her dad interrupted her with a smile. “Scout’s honor. I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promised. Yeah, right, Haley thought sarcastically. But her dad WAS a good guy. He’d try. Hot temper and all. He turned to leave, and Sheridan moved to follow him. “Don’t bother,” he shot over his shoulder. “Stay off that ankle. I don’t think it should be THAT big,” he laughed. “Oh! YOU!!!” Sheridan shouted. Launching one of the pillows beside her after him.

The door shut behind him, and Haley held her breath as he walked past. Trying her best to blend into the scenery. Fat chance of that working for Ivy. It was all she could do to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles. She never thought she’d witness anything like it. Her grandma flattened against the side of Sheridan’s cottage with her and gazillionaire Ivy Crane. The spikes of the bushes poked her in the ribs with each laugh she tried to hold in, and her brown eyes almost popped out of her head when her dad stopped just a few inches away. Oh no! The bush was shaking! Yikes! She thought she’d suffocate from the hand her grandma clamped over her mouth. But thank the good Lord! Her dad left after only a few minutes, and she could breathe again. Without thinking, she scrambled to her feet and burst into the cottage door. Flying straight into Sheridan’s arms. Sheridan’s softly uttered “Pilar” brought reality crashing back down, and Haley closed her eyes with a sigh. Look like she’d just used up her 4th or 5th life. And there was NO hope of getting out of THIS one.

Part Two