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the world —besides her and Kevin to know everything about their relationship. Unless of course he’d told a bunch of people. Still she was certain no one in Grover knew because she would have definitely heard about that .
    “Absolutely not,” Monica said, whacking three more potatoes into bite sized squares. “But I have to see your reaction.”
    Absolutely not . Great. She couldn’t wait to hear it.
    “What is it?”
    “They’re saying Kevin is Drew Dawson’s father.”
    Everything seemed to freeze. Including Eve’s blood.
    She couldn’t hear anything—not the clock ticking, not the hiss of the water boiling on the stove, not the clink of glassware—nothing. Everything had gone totally silent.
    The only thing registering was one word that kept repeating in her mind, over and over.
    No.
    She saw Monica’s lips moving and saw her friend’s concerned frown. Monica put her knife down and came around the corner of the island where she was preparing the potatoes. When she reached Eve she grasped her upper arms and shook.
    “Eve?”
    Her voice came through the haze and Eve stared at her. “Yeah?” she whispered.
    “You okay?”
    Eve shook her head. No . If Kevin was Drew’s dad… If he’d slept with Heather… If he was…
    No. She couldn’t handle it. She’d have to sell the restaurant. She’d have to move.
    She knew Heather. Heather had worked for her for three years. They were even sort of friends, kind of. And she knew Drew. Drew came with Heather for the morning shift every day and ate breakfast before Heather walked him over to school. He was a great kid. Bright, too mature for his age, a little quiet, but always polite and…quiet. Especially compared to most of the other kids who came in. She really liked that about him.
    She’d asked him a few questions here and there but his nose was always buried in a book. And they were thick books. She didn’t know much about ten-year-old kids but she didn’t think most of them spent their free time reading about the World Wars.
    But genius or not, cute or not, he could not be Kevin’s son.
    She could not deal with that.
    He did look like him, though, now that she thought about it…
    “Eve!” Monica shook her hard. “Breathe!”
    Eve took a deep breath in through her nose and let it out as instructed. Then she focused on her friend. “No way,” she finally said.
    “No way? Kevin’s not Drew’s dad?”
    “No. No way.” Maybe if she kept saying it over and over it would magically be true. “When would that have happened anyway? He’s never here. He hasn’t been back here in nine years.” Nine years, five months and seventeen days.
    “You sure?” Monica was evidently convinced that Eve wasn’t going to fall over and let go of her. “How do you know?”
    Her grandmother told her every time he came home to visit, because he’d stop in the restaurant to see her. Grandma Sherry had loved Kevin. She was the only one in Eve’s family who did. She was also the only one in Eve’s family who knew how much Eve had loved him.
    She felt a sharp jab of pain in her chest. As usual when she thought of Kevin. Really thought of him.
    He’d been The One. Even at age eighteen she’d known. And she’d messed up. And he’d walked away.
    Grandma Sherry had been gone for a year now, but now that Eve was here at the restaurant every day she would have definitely noticed him stopping in.
    “You really don’t think it’s possible?” Monica’s tone indicated that she, on the other hand, thought it was completely possible.
    Eve started to shake her head, then she pressed her lips together. Of course it was possible . Heather and Kevin knew each other. They were about the same age. Heather was beautiful and Kevin was hot—he always had been.
    Nine years ago was the last time she’d seen him in person—and he had been hot even from across the town square—but she’d seen pictures in the paper and on TV from time to time after that.
    He was six-four, two