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“Margo’s going to be a sex fiend, you’re going to search for love, and I’m going to bust my ass for success. What a group.”
    â€œI’m already in love,” Laura said quietly. “I want someone who loves me back, and children. I want to wake up each morning knowing I can make a home for them and a happy life for them. I want to fall asleep each night beside someone I can trust and depend on.”
    â€œI’d rather fall asleep at night beside someone who makes me hot.” Margo chuckled when Kate poked her. “Just kidding. Sort of. I want to go places and do things. Be somebody. I want to know when I wake up in the morning that something exciting is right around the corner. And whatever it is, I want to make it mine.”
    Kate rested her chin on her knees. “I want to feel accomplished,” she said quietly. “I want to make things work the way I think they should work. I want to wake up in the morning knowing exactly what I’m doing next, and how I’m going to do it. I want to be the best at what I do so that I know I haven’t wasted anything. Because if I wasted it, it would be like . . . failing.”
    Her voice broke, embarrassing her. “God, I must be overtired.” Because her eyes were stinging, she rubbed them hard. “I have to go to bed. My exam’s first thing in the morning.”
    â€œYou’ll breeze through it.” Laura rose with her. “Don’t worry so much.”
    â€œProfessional nerds have to worry.” But Margo rose as well, and patted Kate’s arm. “Let’s get some sleep.”
    Kate paused at the doorway to look back at the tree. For a moment she’d been shocked to discover that a part of her wished she could stay here, just like this, forever. Never have to worry about tomorrow or the next day. Never have toconcern herself with success or failure. Or change.
    Change was coming, she realized. It was barreling down on her in the dewy look in Laura’s eyes, the edgy one in Margo’s. She turned off the lights. There was no stopping any of it, she realized. So she’d better get ready.

Chapter Two
    She got through the days and the nights and the work. There was no choice but to cope. And for the first time in her life, Kate felt there was no one she could talk to. Each time she felt herself tipping, needing to reach for the phone or run to Templeton House, she yanked herself back.
    She could not—would not—pour out this misery, these fears to the people who loved her. They would stand by her, there was no doubt about that. But this was a burden she had to carry herself. And one she hoped she could hide in some dark corner of her mind. Eventually she would be able to let it rest, to stop feeling compelled to pick it up, again and again, and examine it.
    She considered herself practical, intelligent, and strong. Indeed, she couldn’t understand how anyone could be the latter without the two formers.
    Until this, her life had been exactly as she wanted it. Her career was cruising along at a safe and, yes, intelligent speed. She had a reputation at Bittle and Associates as a clearheaded,hardworking CPA who could handle complex accounts without complaint. Eventually she expected to be offered a full partnership. When that time came, she would ascend yet another rung on her personal ladder of success.
    She had family she loved and who loved her. And friends . . . well, her closest friends were family. And what could be more convenient than that?
    She adored them, had loved growing up at Templeton House, overlooking the wild, sweeping cliffs of Big Sur. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for Aunt Susie and Uncle Tommy. That included keeping what she had learned weeks before in her office to herself.
    She wouldn’t question them, though questions burned inside her. She wouldn’t share the pain or the problem with Laura or Margo, though she had always