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her.
    “Good.” She set her bag and cell phone on the counter. “I’d like to pay now.” She handed me a credit card and I read her name—Phoebe Rylander.
    “You’re our very first class member,” I told her.
    “So the class starts next week?”
    “Yes.”
    “The sign said Wednesdays from six to eight?”
    “Yes. I’m keeping the store open late. It’ll be my first night class.”
    I processed her payment and wrote her name on the sign-up sheet. “What are you trying to quit?” I asked in a friendly voice.
    “Not what, who,” she whispered.
    “Oh…” Her answer took me by surprise.
    “There’s a man I need to get over,” she said with tears in her eyes. “A man I…once loved.”

CHAPTER 2
    Phoebe Rylander
    C lark made their breakup far more difficult than it needed to be. Phoebe had just stepped out of A Good Yarn when her cell phone chirped again. She didn’t have to check Caller ID to know it was Clark Snowden, her fiancé. No…ex-fiancé.
    The man she still loved, despite everything.
    She’d had no choice except to end their engagement, no matter how much her heart ached. When she thought about what he’d done, she knew she couldn’t allow him to dissuade her again. Not this time. It was final. She told herself that nothing he could say or do would change her mind. But soon she’d be walking into an empty condo and it would feel so lonely and isolated that she was afraid her resolve would weaken. This afternoon she’d felt stronger and more in control of her emotions. The knitting class would help, too.
    Knowing what she had to do didn’t make it easy. Clark’s efforts to win her back turned the whole ordeal into an even bigger mess. He’d gone so far as to involve their families. But she couldn’t, she simply couldn’t, let herself give in.
    Her cell phone continued to make its little chirping noises, announcing his call.
    If Phoebe didn’t answer, Clark would just leave a message and then try again. She flipped open her phone. “Don’t call me anymore,” she said emphatically, surprised at the conviction in her voice. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
    “Phoebe, please…don’t. Let me—”
    “This conversation is over.” She started to hang up.
    “Phoebe, please, the least you can do is hear me out.”
    “I already have.” She hesitated. “There’s nothing more to say.”
    “I’m begging you.”
    “Clark, I returned your engagement ring. It’s over. We’re through.”
    “You’re angry and you have every right to be. But if you’d give me five minutes, just five minutes, I could explain everything.”
    Oh, he was good—as plenty of juries had discovered. “No, Clark, I fell for that the first time. This is it. I’m done. As of a week ago we are officially unengaged.”
    “You don’t mean that! You can’t. You love me and I’m crazy about you…. You know that, Phoebe. You have to know that. I’d never, ever do anything to hurt you. I’d rather die.”
    “If that was the case, I’d be picking out a coffin for you because you have hurt me, Clark.” Her voice faltered and she hated the fact that she’d shown eventhis small weakness. Rather than continue the conversation, she closed her cell.
    Walking at a clipped pace, she hurried down Blossom Street, her vision blurred by tears. At the intersection, she swiped one hand across her cheek, sniffling despite herself. She’d gone for a walk on her lunch hour and ventured much farther than she normally did. In fact, she’d never set foot on Blossom Street before today. But by now she was late; she had to get back to work. Her boss at Madison Avenue Physical Therapy was understanding, but he wouldn’t appreciate it if she kept a patient waiting.
    When she got to the clinic, Phoebe was breathless. She hadn’t eaten lunch and her stomach was already in knots. Well, there was nothing she could do about that.
    Mrs. Dover was in the clinic’s waiting room as Phoebe rushed in the front door.