Page 61 of This Heart Of Mine (Chicago Stars 5)

Molly raced through her preparations and was just returning to the porch when she spotted Kevin crossing the Common toward the house. Since breakfast he’d changed into faded jeans, a pair of battered sneakers, and an old black T-shirt with the sleeves ripped out so that ravelings draped his biceps. The hammer protruding from his pocket indicated either that he’d recovered from his hangover or had a high tolerance for pain. Remembering the hits he’d taken over the years, she suspected it was the latter. Since he disliked the place so much, she wondered why he was putting himself out to do repairs. Boredom, she suspected, or maybe that preacher’s kid’s sense of duty that kept complicating his life.

“Hey, Daphne! You want to go into town with me to pick up some supplies?”

She smiled to hear him call her Daphne again. “We have a new guest.”

“That’s great,” he said unenthusiastically. “Just what we need.”

The rocker banged against the wall, and she turned to see Lilly stand up. The diva had disappeared, and in her place was a vulnerable, ashen-faced woman. Molly set down the iced tea tumbler. “Are you all right?”

In a barely perceptible motion she shook her head.

Kevin’s foot hit the bottom porch step, and he looked up. “I thought we might—” He froze.

They’d had a love affair. Now Molly was certain of it. Despite the age disparity, Lilly was a beautiful woman—her hair, those green eyes, that voluptuous body. She’d come to find Kevin because she wanted him back. And Molly wasn’t ready to give him away. The idea shocked her. Was her old crush sneaking back?

He stayed where he was. “What are you doing here?”

Lilly didn’t flinch from his rudeness. She almost seemed to be expecting it. “Hello, Kevin.” Her arm fluttered at her side, as if she wanted to touch him but couldn’t. Her eyes drank in his face.

“I’m here on vacation.” Her throaty voice sounded breathless and very uncertain.

“Forget it.”

Molly watched as Lilly pulled herself together. “I have a reservation. I’m staying.”

Kevin turned on his heel and stalked from the house.

Lilly pressed her fingers to her mouth, smearing her soft taupe lipstick. Her eyes shimmered with tears. Pity stirred inside Molly, but Lilly wouldn’t tolerate it, and she rounded on her with a hiss. “I’m staying!”

Molly gazed uncertainly toward the Common, but Kevin had disappeared. “All right.” She had to know if they’d been lovers, but she couldn’t just blurt out something like that. “You and Kevin seem to have a history.”

Lilly sank back down in the rocker, and the cat jumped into her lap. “I’m his aunt.”

Molly’s relief was followed almost immediately by a weird sense of protectiveness toward Kevin. “Your relationship seems to leave something to be desired.”

“He hates me.” Lilly suddenly looked too fragile to be a star. “He hates me, and I love him more than anyone on earth.” She seemed to pick up the iced tea tumbler as a distraction. “His mother, Maida, was my older sister.”

The intensity in her voice made the small of Molly’s back tingle. “Kevin told me his parents were elderly.”

“Yes. Maida married John Tucker the same year I was born.”

“A big age difference.”

“She was like a second mother to me. We lived in the same town when I was growing up, practically next door.”

Molly had the sense that Lilly was telling her this not because she wanted Molly to know but simply to keep from falling apart. Her curiosity made her take advantage of it. “I remember reading you were very young when you went to Hollywood.”

“Maida moved when John was assigned to a church in Grand Rapids. My mother and I didn’t get along, and things went downhill fast, so I ran away and ended up in Hollywood.”

She fell silent.

Molly had to know more. “You did very well for yourself.”

“It took a while. I was wild, and I made a lot of mistakes.” She leaned back in the rocker. “Some of them can’t be undone.”

“My older sister raised me, too, but she didn’t come into my life until I was fifteen.”

“Maybe it would have been better for

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