to affect his dating life.”
“Why? Is he a player?”
“I have no idea how much he plays around.” Nor did she want to envision him with a slew of women at his beck and call. “But he definitely likes being single. He made that clear. He’s even keeping his apartment at the equestrian center to make dating easier. I guess he doesn’t want to bring someone home to where his niece and the nanny are going to be.”
Dana went silent, as if the cogs in her pretty little blond head were turning. Then she said, “Why am I getting the feeling that his dating life bothers you?”
Candy’s pulse quickened. Should she admit that she was still attracted to him or keep that bit of information to herself? She opted for an evasive answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. Come on, fess up. Give me the skinny.”
She should have known better than to think she would get away with this. Fooling Dana was like trying to fool a wise old owl, even if Dana was younger than Candy. “All right, fine. There was definitely some rekindled heat between us.”
“Well, thank goodness for that.” A big sappy smile sounded in Dana’s voice. “Do you realize that he’s the first man you’ve been attracted to since your divorce?”
“Yes, and he’s someone I used to date. Starting up with him again would be a disaster.” A road that was better left untraveled.
“Maybe so, but at least you’re getting your libido back.”
She didn’t see where that was going to help, not if it left her fantasizing about him. She needed to be careful. Because if she let her hormones drive her, she just might do something she would regret. Even now, as she touched a finger to her lips, she could conjure the long-ago flavor of his kiss.
“I think he’s going to buy your house.”
Distracted, Candy nearly bit the tip of her finger. She was still dreaming about the taste of Tanner’s kiss. “You do? Why?”
“I just felt all along that something good would come of this.”
“You always think something good will come of everything.” Dana was a naturally positive person. She didn’t have to try to be happy; she just was. Candy worked heart and soul to feel that kind of inner bliss. “But I hope you’re right. If he buys it, then Ivy will be growing up in my house, and that’s a nice thought. I also like the idea of it becoming the place Meagan shares with her daughter.”
But what about Tanner? she asked herself.
How did she feel about him being part of the mix? Did she want him—this beautifully complicated man from her past—drinking coffee in her kitchen or showering in her tub or sleeping in her room?
Yes, heaven help her, she did. As romantically frazzled as her connection to him was, Candy was intrigued by the notion of Tanner living there, too.
The sun shined in the sky, reminiscent of the happy drawings Meagan used to do. But the crayon-colored weather didn’t improve the setting, and neither did the other families gathered on picnic-style benches. The chain-link fence and watchful eyes of prison guards ruined it. As much as Tanner loved his sister, he hated visiting her here.
Struggling not to frown, he glanced across their bench, where she sat attired in her unflattering uniform. Meagan was a level-one inmate, which meant that she was the least dangerous kind of offender. At the moment, she was considered special needs because of her pregnancy.
But she wasn’t glowing, the way an expectant mother should. Shadows dogged her eyes, and her long dark hair hung limply down her back. She kept her hand on her swollen belly, rubbing it from time to time.
Was she trying to comfort Ivy? Her due date was two months from now, and providing there were no complications, she would be allowed to stay in the hospital twenty-four to forty-eight hours after giving birth, before the baby would be taken away and Meagan would be returned to the prison population.
Tanner wished that he didn’t know so much about the system or about how newborns were brought into it. He wished his sister had never committed a crime and that he wasn’t beholden to help raise her child. But that was the way it was, and he had to learn to cope with it.
“I found two houses that I’m considering,” he said. “I just need to make a decision between them, and I don’t know which one to pick.”
“The choice is yours.” She sounded cautious about caring too much, as if it was too far in the future for her to grasp. “It’s going to be your house.”
“It’ll be yours and Ivy’s, too.” And he wanted her to feel as if she was part of the process. “I didn’t take any pictures. I should have, but I just got so overwhelmed with it all.”
“It’s okay. Just choose the house you like best.”
Trying to stir a better reaction out of her, he said, “The first one is on a really nice piece of property with a flower garden, a big green lawn and fruit trees. The guesthouse in the back has its own yard. It even has a fountain.”
She leaned forward, her interest piqued. “That sounds pretty.”
He thought about the owner and how pretty she was, too. “It’s weird, though, because it belongs to an old girlfriend of mine.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Since when did you have a girlfriend? I thought you just...”
Screwed around? He decided not to fill in the blank. It was already perfectly clear as to what she meant. “It’s Candy, from when I was a teenager. I’m not sure if you remember her, but you liked her when you were a kid. In fact, you more or less idolized her.”
Meagan laughed a little. “Of course I remember her. She was like Miss America or something. Mom used to talk about her all the time. There are even some pictures of the two of you in one of those old photo albums Mom put together. I paged through them after Mom died.”
“I didn’t know there were pictures of us around.” But he hadn’t gone through the albums. He wasn’t keen on reminiscing. Of course he’d been doing it since he’d run into Candy, letting his mind stray in all sorts of directions.
Meagan’s voice cut into his thoughts. “As far I could tell they were from a school dance.”
When Candy had worn the red dress? Now he was curious to see them, to refresh his memory about that night in greater detail, but he wasn’t about to go digging through the storage shed where Meagan kept their mother’s belongings. He missed his mom, but being around her things didn’t give him comfort, the way it did for his sister. “If they’re from a school dance, then it must be my junior prom. That’s the only dance we went to. So, how did we look?”
“She looked like she just stepped out of a magazine.”
He didn’t doubt it. He’d been wildly proud to show her off, introducing her to anyone she hadn’t met before. “And what about me?”
“Are you kidding? You looked like
