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she’s doing this out of
the kindness of her heart."
    "And the end is still more important than the
means."
    Maybe she hadn’t been missed. "I don’t
understand how  I’m  being condemned when she threw
out her 18-year-old daughter over a man, who it turns out I was
right about."
    "We all make mistakes, and we all feel the
regrets of those decisions. It shouldn’t define us—or worse, follow
us to our grave."
    True, if that was the only reason she stayed
angry at her mother. Her mother kicking her out had been the one
incident neither woman could bury and hide. From the day her father
died, Nicole had treated her as an annoyance, a pesky little detail
on her to-do list. This woman standing beside her, with her graying
hair, straight back and admonishing tone had been more of a mother
in a day than Nicole had been in the years she raised Megan.
    That was why Megan bit her lip as she placed
the spoon back into the pot. She turned to the freezer, where she
was sure she would find the top layer of the pie. It was there,
covered in wax paper. She took a fork from the drawer and got to
work. Her temper cooled at the mundane task, and she was able to
answer Jane.
    "She never put me first, or had me in mind
when she made decisions. Why should I trust this change? Why should
I believe that it’s all turned around for the good? You, of all
people, didn’t raise me to give away my trust, but to make the
person earn it."
    "What about what I taught you about
forgiveness?"
    "You also taught me to never forget." With an
unsteady hand she pressed the edges of the dough with the fork.
Megan’s intent hadn’t been to argue with the only person she felt
cared about her.
    "You’re going to mash that pie if you keep
that up."
    Megan gazed at her handiwork and agreed. She
blew out a breath and pressed the fork lightly into the dough.
"You’re making two pies. Are we getting guests again?"
    "The same. Shep and Aiden come at least three
times a week to eat. I think it has more to do with them being male
and not wanting to cook than with the company." Jane wiped her
hands on her apron. "You can slide that one into the oven."
    Megan checked the temperature and then slid
in her pie. Not bad for not doing it in years. Jane handed her the
next pie crust. Megan couldn’t meet her gaze, not yet, not with the
news that she’d be seeing Aiden again so soon. By now, shouldn’t
she be feeling matter of fact about the situation they found
themselves in? For the next twenty-six days they’d be stuck near
each other.
    Maybe it wasn’t so hard for him, because he’d
gotten over the shock. He would have expected to see her the moment
he found out his uncle was marrying Nicole. But the news was
practically new to her. She was still having trouble wrapping her
brain around Shep wanting to marry her mother, given Nicole’s track
record. That little nugget gave her pause, because if her mother
still had old-Nicole-like tendencies, Shep wouldn’t have gone out
and bought a diamond the size of a paperweight.
    Jane’s words broke her thoughts. "The least
you can do is give her a second chance."
    Megan placed the spoon down with care and
turned to Jane. "I am."
    "Don’t use that tone with me." Jane placed
her hands on her hips. Megan looked up, hoping for some type of
divine intervention, or at least a lightning bolt to get it all
over with. Nothing. She picked up the spoon and finished filling
the pie. "Going with her to get a dress is a start. You need to
talk to her, figure out… "
    "Jane, I love you and I’m sure you know that,
but you need to understand that ship has sailed, got hit by a
massive wave, and sunk faster than the Titanic."
    Jane placed a hand on the counter and looked
Megan straight in the eyes. "How do you think Aiden feels?"
    Oh, low blow, but a good hit. "The difference
is, I’m not dangling what he loves most in his face to force him to
forgive me." Megan went to the freezer to take out the second top
layer.
    "There are more