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said, settling back in her chair, not meeting Darla’s eyes at all. “There’s nothing that says that life is always better if you have a man around.”
    “It is in Tibbett,” Darla said. “You really think Lois wants to hang out at Bo’s Bar & Grill and pick up divorced drunks for recreation?”
    Quinn made a face. “Oh, come on. There has to be a middle ground between marriage and Bo’s.”
    “Sure. There’s Edie’s life.” Darla stretched out on the couch again. “Teaching all week, going to garage sales with your mom on her time off, reheating leftovers in a lonely house at night.” It sounded like hell to Darla.
    “Alone doesn’t have to mean lonely,” Quinn said. “I think Edie likes the solitude—she’s always talking about how good it is to get home where it’s quiet. And you can be with somebody and be lonely.”
    As far as Darla was concerned, being lonely with somebody was probably the way most people lived. Not that she was lonely with Max.
    Quinn cuddled the runty little dog closer and did not look happy, and Darla narrowed her eyes. “Something wrong with you and Bill?”
    Quinn stared down into the dog’s eyes. “No.”
    “Okay,” Darla said. “Out with it.”
    Quinn shifted in her chair again while the dog watched them both. “I’m going to keep this dog.”
    You have beige carpeting, Darla wanted to say, but it didn’t seem supportive.
    “Bill wants me to take her to Animal Control,” Quinn went on. “But I’m keeping her. I don’t care what he says.”
    “Jeez.” Darla caught the lift of Quinn’s chin and felt the first faint stirrings of alarm. Bill was being incredibly dumb about this. “He’s known you for two years, and he doesn’t know you any better than to think you’d take a dog to the pound?”
    “It’s the practical thing to do,” Quinn said, her eyes still on the dog. “I’m a practical person.”
    “Yeah, you are.” Darla felt definitely uneasy now. The one thing she’d always wanted for Quinn was a marriage as good as her own. All right, Bill was a little boring, but so was Max. You couldn’t have everything. You compromised. That was what marriages were about. “What if he says, ‘It’s the dog or me’? Tell me you’re not going to risk your relationship over a dog.”
    The dog looked over as she spoke, almost as if it were narrowing its eyes at her, and Darla noticed for the first time how sneaky it looked. Tempting. Almost devilish. Well, that made sense. If Quinn had been in Eden, Satan would have showed up as a cocker spaniel.
    “Bill’s not difficult like that.” Quinn leaned back, obviously trying to sound nonchalant and only sounding tenser because of it. “We don’t have problems. He wants every day to be the same, and since they always are, he’s happy.”
    That could be Max. “Well, that’s men for you.”
    “The thing is, I don’t think that’s enough for me.” Quinn petted the dog, who leaned into her, gazing up at her with those hypnotic dark eyes, luring her into messing with a perfectly good relationship. “It’s starting to get to me, knowing this is going to be my life forever. I mean, I love teaching, and Bill’s a good guy—”
    “Wait a minute.” Darla sat up. “Bill’s a great guy.”
    Quinn shrank back a little. “I know.”
    “He works his butt off for those kids on the team,” Darla said. “And he stayed after school to coach Mark for the SATs—”
    “I know.”
    “—and he’s the first one in line every time there’s a charity drive—”
    “I know .”
    “—and he was teacher of the year last year, and that was long overdue—”
    “Darla, I know .”
    “—and he treats you like a queen,” Darla finished.
    “Well, I’m tired of that,” Quinn said, her chin sticking out again. “Look, Bill’s nice—okay, he’s great,” she said, holding up her hands as Darla started to object again. “But what we have, it’s not exciting. I’ve never had exciting. And with the way