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intensified after she had flirted with a major life change in the form of Chuck. Since then Second Chances had become more her safe haven than ever.
    “What kind of changes?” she asked Miss Viv now, failing to keep a certain trepidation from entering her voice.
    “Mr. Whitford will be happy to brief you, um, afteryou’ve changed into something more appropriate,” Miss Viv said, and then glanced at her watch. “Oh, my! I do have a plane to catch. I’m going to a spa in Arizona, my dear.”
    “You’re going to a spa in Arizona, and you didn’t tell anyone?” It seemed unimaginable. That kind of vacation usually should have entailed at least a swimsuit shopping excursion together!
    “The opportunity came up rather suddenly,” Miss Viv said, unapologetically thrilled. “A bolt from the blue, an unexpected gift from an old friend.”
    Molly tried to feel delighted for her. No one deserved a wonderful surprise more than her boss.
    “For how long?” she asked.
    But the shameful truth was Molly did not feel delighted at her boss’s good fortune. Sudden change. Molly hated that kind more than the regular variety.
    “Two weeks,” Miss Viv said with a sigh of anticipated delight.
    Two weeks? Molly wanted to shout. That was ridiculous. People went to spas for a few hours, maybe a few days, never two weeks!
    “But when you come back, everything will be back to normal?” Molly pressed.
    Miss Viv laughed. “Oh, sweetie,” she said. “What is normal? A setting on a clothes dryer as far as I’m concerned.”
    Molly stared at her boss. What was normal? Not something to be joked about! It was what Molly had never had. She’d never had a normal family. Her engagement had certainly not been normal. It felt as if she had spent a good deal of her life searching for it, and coming up short. Even her pets were never normal.
    Molly’s life had been populated with the needy kind of animal that no one else wanted. A dog with three legs, a cat with no meow. Her current resident was a bald budgie, his scrawny body devoid of feathers.
    “I’ve been thinking of retiring,” Miss Viv shocked Molly further by saying. “So, who knows? After the two weeks is up, we’ll just play it by ear.”
    Molly wanted to protest that she didn’t like playing it by ear. She liked plans and schedules, calendars that were marked for months in advance.
    If Miss Viv retired, would Houston Whitford be in charge forever?
    She could not think of a way of asking that did not show her dread at the prospect!
    Besides, there is no forever, Molly reminded herself. That was precisely why she had put on this dress. To debunk forever myths.
    She particularly did not want to entertain that word anywhere near the vicinity of him, a man whose faintest touch could make a woman’s vows of self-reliance disintegrate like foundations crumbling at the first tremor of the coming quake.

CHAPTER TWO
    T HE bride flounced out of the room, and unbidden, words crowded into Houston’s brain.
    And then they lived happily ever after.
    He scoffed at himself, and the words. Yes, it was true that a dress like that, filled out by a girl like Molly Michaels, represented a fairy tale.
    But the fact she was stuck in it, the zipper stubborn, her hair wound painfully around the pearls, represented more the reality: relationships of the romantic variety were sticky, complicated, entrapping.
    Besides, a man didn’t come from the place Houston Whitford had come from and believe in fairy tales. He believed in his own strength, his own ability to survive. He saw the cynicism with which he had regarded that dress as a gift.
    In fact, the unexpected appearance of one of the Second Chances employees in full wedding regalia only confirmed what several weeks of research had already told him.
    Second Chances reminded Houston, painfully, of an old-style family operated bookstore. Everyone was drawn to the warmth of it, it was always crowded andfull of laughter and discussion, but when it