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later, Gina heard Lily’s voice. As she entered the kitchen, Gina smiled broadly at the bubbly blonde who seemed to bring sunshine with her whenever she stepped into the room.
    Lily held a bag in her arms and set it on the island counter.
    “I told you you didn’t have to bring anything,” Gina protested.
    “I didn’t bring much. Just a couple of deli saladsand…” She produced half of a chocolate cake with peanut-butter icing. “I thought we needed a little decadence.”
    Gina didn’t know when she’d last felt decadent.
    “Thank you,” she said, meaning it, glad she’d taken the time to get to know Lily at a practitioners’ cocktail party at the Family Tree. Lily’s specialty practice enabled women to conceive. She was upbeat, always ready with a smile and a hug.
    Lily glanced around the kitchen to the patio beyond. “You two are lucky to have found this place. It’s a great house.”
    “It’s big, but it’s cozy, too,” Raina assured her. “It kind of wraps itself around you. When I first walked into the foyer to consider living here with Gina, it felt like home. It’s hard to explain.”
    “You have heard the rumor about it, haven’t you?” Lily asked.
    “What rumor?” both women returned.
    “Well, since Tessa Rossi, Emily Madison and Francesca Fitzgerald all lived here and have now gotten married, the rumor is that any woman who lives here will find true love.”
    “I like the rumor,” Gina said. “But I think it’s wishful thinking.”
    “Maybe for me,” Raina decided. “But what about you?”
    Lily looked from one woman to the other. “What don’t I know…besides the obvious million things?”
    Gina felt heat creep into her cheeks. “I…ran into someone I used to date before I left Sagebrush for college.”
    “There’s a story there.” Lily’s blue eyes twinkled.
    “There certainly is,” Gina agreed. “But it will keep.Bring over those soup dishes and we’ll start our meal with minestrone.”
    “An old family recipe?” Lily asked hopefully, apparently aware Gina wanted to change the topic. “One that you can share?”
    “Well, I can share it. Just don’t ever tell my mother that I put canned tomatoes in the pot. She’d be horrified.”
    Gina focused on the soup recipe and the meal she was about to share with her two friends, sure she could prevent herself from thinking about Logan and Daniel.
    Couldn’t she?
     
    Logan never expected to be in this position…in his house with Gina playing with his son in the family room. His and Amy’s son.
    On Wednesday evening, Gina encouraged Daniel to fall onto the ball that was just his size. She’d brought a mat along, too, so if he tumbled off, he wouldn’t hurt himself.
    “Come on, Daniel. Let’s rock back and forth.” She was holding his hands as he lay over the ball and pushed with his feet.
    Logan knew they weren’t actually playing. They were working. But Daniel would never suspect that, not from the way Gina interacted with him.
    “We never use this room,” Logan said to himself, but it must have been loud enough for Gina to hear.
    “Why not? It’s a beautiful room.”
    She was right. It was. The carpet was plush and an ocean-blue. The draperies were thick. The furniture was a mixture of tan and gray and blue-green, cushiony and comfortable. If he ever wanted to watch a game on the huge flat-screen TV, he’d feel as if he were in the middle of it.
    Something Logan couldn’t define urged him to be honest with Gina. “My wife redecorated this room. I thought we’d be playing on the floor with Daniel, watching kid videos with him on the TV.”
    After their gazes held for a long moment, Gina broke eye contact and let Daniel roll off the ball. She tussled with him a couple of minutes, making him laugh, then she let him sit with a few toys just to see what he would do.
    “Would you rather I move Daniel into his playroom? I’d like him out of his comfort zone so he’ll have to go a distance to get to