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Ellie gaped, but Nora only shrugged. "Hey, it's not my fault you've got men trying to come on to you when I'm having my nightly smoke fest. But let me tell you, dear, you've had more action on that porch in the last month than I've had all year.

And it's December!"

Ellie laughed even as her mind strayed to Boston. "So, you really saw me and Boston kiss?"

"Saw? Hell, darling, I made some popcorn and camped out. And I'm here to say that you are...STU-PID. That man is hot. He's sweet. He adores Cassidy. He's smart, rich, HOT, and he looks at you like you are...oxygen to a suffocating man."

Ellie was quiet for a moment. Nora was right. Boston was all those wonderful things. But... "We have a bad past," she said.

"Oh, right," Nora said after a second. "He's got so many positive attributes, I keep forgetting he's a cheater too, isn't he?"

Ellie frowned. "Actually...he's not really."

When Nora sent her a confused look, she repeated the story Boston had given her about Heather from American history class.

"Well, damn," Nora grumbled. "Now, you're just rubbing it in. Not only is he turning out to be a damn good father, but he was incapable of sleeping around on you too. Sorry, El, but you're not cheering me up here."

"It ended so horribly for us," Ellie went on, ignoring Nora's sarcastic complaint. "I just...I don't think I can get past that.

How can I ever trust him again?"

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"A bad past can be fixed," Nora said. "A quiet, lonely future is just...sad."

Ellie didn't answer, but she couldn't stop thinking over Nora's words either.

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by Linda Kage

Chapter Nineteen

Boston was up early Saturday morning, making breakfast for his daughter. He was scrambling eggs and pouring them into a hot pan when a yawning Cassidy shuffled barefoot into the kitchen.

"Morning," he said cheerfully. "Hungry?"

Cassie quit rubbing her eyes and peered into the pan to see what he was cooking.

She immediately wrinkled her nose. "Eggs? Yuck!"

Boston stopped pouring. "You don't like eggs?"

"No way."

He looked down at the eggs that were starting to cook and sighed. Eggs were the only decent breakfast he knew how to make. Grinding his molars, he picked up the pan and carried the whole thing outside to scrape them into his dumpster.

When he came back in, he was smiling.

"What do you say we go to McDonalds for breakfast?"

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