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"She's not excited or anything," she said.

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He laughed. "I can tell." He moved toward the doorway and paused, taking a hold of the door handle as he called outside. "Hey, Cassidy! Aren't you going to say goodbye to your mother?"

"Oops," Ellie heard her daughter yell back.

Stunned that Boston had realized such a thing, much less called Cassie back, Ellie was still gaping at him when Cassie skidded back through the doorway.

"'Bye, Mom. Love you," she said breathlessly, plowing into Ellie and wrapping her arms tightly around Elli's stomach.

"I love you too," Ellie said, bending down in order to get a full hug. "Eat lots of turkey for me, okay?"

"Okay—" Cassie started to answer, but then cut herself off.

She pulled back from Ellie and stared up at her mother with a slight frown. "But...you'll be eating turkey too."

Ellie bit her lip, realizing Cassie hadn't thought about what her mother would be doing while she was gone.

"You...you're going to be all alone," Cassie murmured, the truth finally dawning. Her eyes went from excited to huge and worried. She turned to Boston as if uncertain about going with him. "I always have Thanksgiving with my mom," she explained.

The look of abandonment that filled Boston's expression had Ellie stepping forward and touching her daughter's shoulder.

"Oh, Cass," she murmured on a sigh. She bent down on her haunches in front of the girl and pulled her into a hard hug. "Don't you worry about me. Go with your dad and have fun."

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"But—"

"Cassidy," Boston cut in quietly. "Go to the car. I'll be right there."

The girl frowned up at him and then turned anxiously to her mother.

"Go on," Ellie urged softly, her smile encouraging. "Trust me. You'll have fun today."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

"Okay. 'Bye, then...I guess."

Cassie pulled her mother into another long hug, and Ellie kissed her hair before tugging herself away. The child glanced up, a little mutinously, at her father and then whirled and started for his Infiniti.

Both Boston and Ellie stood in the entrance of the house, watching her, until she opened the passenger side door and climbed inside. Then Boston turned.

"You'll have her home by eight this evening, right?" Ellie said, trying not to look at him because she feared she might start bawling any second.

He shifted uncomfortably. "Look." He coughed into his hand. "Why don't you come with us?"

Ellie fell back a step. "Oh," she breathed, surprised, as she pressed a hand to her chest.

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