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    “Really?” He hooked his thumbs in his jeans pockets and straightened proudly. “Good, bad or otherwise?”
    She shrugged and made a show of considering the options. “Otherwise. I know some of the neighborhood mothers break things on purpose so they can call you over.”
    And she completely understood that wacky compulsion now that her anger had subsided a bit and she could look at the man with a woman’s eye.
    “No way. They break stuff?”
    “Mrs. McTavish told me she shoved a Reader’s Digest down her toilet just last week, and blamed it on her three-year-old.”
    Sam winced. “I thought it seemed a little suspicious when she greeted me at the door with martinis.”
    “Yes, well, you said you had work to do,” Rachel insisted.
    Sam got the hint. Grabbing the box of DVDs from the end of the bed, he strode to the door. “Nice to meet you, Maxwell. We had a good time with the toaster. And again, I’m sorry, Mrs. McHenry.”
    Rachel was about to correct him that it was Miss—always had been—but instead she nodded stiffly and moved to close the door behind him. Sam Jones smelled like sawdust and looked like a man she would love to tuck in her purse and take home with her, just to watch the neighborhood ladies’ tongues wag.
    She did have a legitimate reason to invite him over, so why hadn’t she?
    “He was nice,” Maxwell commented, his attention focused on his homework.
    Rachel made a dismissive, yet slightly positive response.
    “You were rude to him, Mom. Do you know he was here to donate movies so kids would have something to do while stuck in these hard, uncomfortable hospital beds?”
    “That was very kind, but he shouldn’t have assumed it was okay to invite himself in without first asking my permission. You understand I only want to keep you safe, sweetie?”
    Maxwell sighed. “I understand. I should have told him I wasn’t allowed to watch movies. But you know, I was watching him more than the movie. His expressions made me laugh. But watching a DVD once in a while wouldn’t be so awful, would it? It made me forget about this IV I have in my arm. It’s starting to itch.”
    “I’ll get the nurse. You shouldn’t have to have that anymore. Oh, Maxwell, how are you?” She kissed him on the eyelid, which always made him grimace comically. “I tried to make the closing quick but the clients wanted to take their time and read everything twice.”
    “I’m fine. Got a lot of work done before Sam walked in. But now I think I have some new ideas, after watching the movie. Must have stirred my imagination, just like Sam said it would.”
    She closed her eyes and nodded in agreement. Watching a movie once in a while wouldn’t be such a bad thing. She’d made the rule a few years ago, after he’d wanted to see a horror flick that was advertised on television. It was her responsibility to screen what her child watched, and it had been easier at the time to cut out everything.
    Watching the film had made him forget the pain and had stirred his imagination? Such a simple solution.
    But that didn’t dispel her uneasiness over finding a stranger sitting at her son’s bedside.
    “Mr. Jones will forget my rudeness,” she said, dismissing the man, because if she didn’t erase him from her thoughts now, he’d linger there for the rest of the day.

Chapter Two
    Four days after Maxwell had been released with a thumbs-up from his doctor, he’d begged Rachel to take him to the local store for some paper for his printer. He’d been given strict instructions not to run and jump for two weeks while the incision was healing, but a quick trip would hardly tax him.
    The grocery store was small, and Rachel knew half the staff, so she trusted Maxwell to wander the aisles on his own. He headed toward the one that featured everything from office supplies to baby wipes, while Rachel tucked some fresh veggies into her mesh bag. For tonight’s menu she planned a frittata stuffed with peppers, onions