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Mom?”
    Shay’s eyes burned with sudden tears and she cursed Eliott Kendall for never caring enough to call or write and ask about his own son. “I guess so.”
    “I like that guy with the blue car.”
    Mitch. Shay found herself smiling. She sniffled and turned to face Hank. “I like him, too.”
    “Are you going to go out with him, on dates and stuff?”
    “I don’t know,” Shay said, unsettled again. “Hey, it’ll be a while until dinner is ready. How about trying on some of this stuff I bought for your camping trip? Maggie and Garrett will be here Saturday, so if I have to make any exchanges, I’d like to take care of it tonight.”
    The telephone rang as Shay was slicing cucumbers for a salad, and there was a peculiar jiggling in the pit of her stomach as she reached out one hand for the receiver. She hoped that the caller would be Mitch Prescott and then, at the nervous catching of her breath in her throat, hoped not.
    “Shay?” The feminine voice rang like crystal chimes over the wires. “This is Jeannie Reese.”
    Mingled relief and disappointment made Shay’s knees weak; she reached out with one foot for a stool and drew it near enough to sit upon. With the telephone receiver wedged between her ear and her shoulder, she went on slicing. “All ready for the big trip?” she asked, and her voice was as tremulous as her hands. If she didn’t watch it, she’d cut herself.
    “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. We couldn’t get away if it weren’t for you. Shay, I’m so grateful.”
    “It was the least I could do,” Shay replied, thinking of how frightened and alone she’d been when she had come back to Skyler Beach hoping to take refuge in her childhood home and found herself completely on her own. The Reeses had made all the difference. “What’s up?”
    “I know it’s gauche, but I’m throwing my own going-away party. It’ll be at our beach house, this Saturday night. Can I count on you to be there?”
    By Saturday night, Hank would be gone. The house would be entirely too quiet and the first television commercial would be looming directly ahead. A distraction, especially one of the Reeses’ elegant parties, would be welcome. “Is it formal?”
    “Dress to the teeth, my dear.”
    Shay tossed the last of the cucumber slices into the salad bowl and started in on the scallions. Her wardrobe consisted mostly of jeans and simple blouses; she was either going to have to buy a new outfit or drag the sewing machine out of the back of her closet and make one. “What time?”
    “Eight,” Jeannie sang. “Ciao, darling. I’ve got fifty-six more people to call.”
    Shay grinned. “Ciao,” she said, hanging up.
    Almost instantly, the telephone rang again. This time the caller was Ivy. “You’ve heard about the party, I suppose?”
    “Only seconds ago. How did you find out so fast?”
    “Mrs. Reese appointed me to make some of the calls. Shay, what are you going to wear?”
    “I don’t know.” The answer was sighed rather than spoken.
    “We could hit the mall tomorrow, after work.”
    “No chance. I’ve got too much to do. It’s tonight or nothing.”
    Ivy loved to shop and her voice was a disappointed wail. “Oh, damn! I can’t turn a wheel tonight! I’ve got to sit right here in my apartment, calling all the Reeses’ friends. Promise me you’ll splurge, buy something really spectacular!”
    Shay scraped a pile of chopped scallions into one hand with the blade of her knife and frowned suspiciously. “Ivy, what are you up to?”
    “Up to?” Ivy echoed, all innocence.
    “You know what I mean.”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “You’re awfully concerned, it seems to me, about how I plan to dress for the Reese party.”
    “I just want you to look good.”
    “For your brother, perhaps?”
    “Shay Kendall!”
    “Come on, Ivy. Come clean. He’s going to be there, isn’t he?”
    “Well, I did suggest…”
    Shay laughed, even though the pit of her stomach was jumping again and her