Remember When

full week?"
    "People get to know each other faster in certain situations. This would be one of them."
    "Favorite childhood memory before the age of ten."
    "Tough one." He considered a moment. "Learning to ride a two-wheeler. My father running alongside-with this big grin, and a lot of fear in his eyes I didn't recognize as such at the time.
    How it felt, this windy, stomach-dropping rush when I realized I was pedaling on my own.
    Yours?"
    "Sitting on this big bed in the Ritz-Carlton in Seattle. It was a suite because we were really flush.
    Dad ordered this ridiculous room-service meal of shrimp cocktail and fried chicken because I liked them both, and caviar, which I hadn't yet acquired a taste for. There was pizza and hot fudge sundaes. An eight-year-old's fantasy meal. I was half sick from it, and sitting on the bed with probably a hundred in ones he'd given me to play with."
    She waited a beat. "Not exactly from the same world, Max."
    "We're in the same one now."
    She looked back at him. He looked confident and tough, his clever hands on the wheel of the powerful car, his sun-streaked hair unruly from the breeze, those dangerous cat's eyes hidden behind tinted lenses.
    Handsome, in control, sure of himself. And the butterfly bandage on his temple was a reminder he didn't always come out on top, but he didn't stay down.
    Man of my dreams, she thought, what am I going to do with you?
    "Hard to trip you up."
    "I already took the big stumble, sweetheart, when I fell for you."
    Laughing, she let her head fall back. "That's sappy, but somehow it works. I must still have a weakness for a guy with a quick line."
    He pulled up in front of her shop. "I'll pick you up at closing." Leaning over, he gave her a light kiss. "Don't work too hard."
    "This is all so strangely normal. A little pocket of ordinary in a big bunch of strange." She reached out, feathered her fingertips over his bandage. "Be careful, all right? Alex Crew knows who you are."
    "I hope we run into each other soon. I owe him one."
    ***
    The normal continued through most of the day. Laine waited on customers, packed merchandise to ship, unpacked shipments of items she'd ordered. It was the sort of day she usually loved, with plenty to do but none of it rushed. She was sending things off with people who enjoyed or admired them enough to pay for them, and finding things in the shipping boxes she'd enjoyed or admired enough to want in her shop.
    Despite it, the day dragged.
    She worried about her father and what reckless thing he might do while the grief was on him. She worried about Max and what could happen if Crew came after him.
    She worried about her relationship with Max. Mentally examined, evaluated and dissected it until she was sick of herself.
    "Looks like it's just you and me," Jenny said when a customer left the shop.
    "Why don't you take a break? Put your feet up for a few minutes."
    "Happy to. You do the same."
    "I'm not pregnant. And I have paperwork."
    "I am pregnant, and I won't sit until you sit. So if you don't sit down you're forcing a pregnant woman to stand on her feet and they're swollen."
    "Your feet are swollen? Oh, Jenny-"
    "Okay, not yet. But they could be. They probably will be, and it'll be your fault. So let's sit."
    She nudged Laine toward a small, heart-backed divan. "I love this piece. I've thought about buying it a dozen times, then remember I have absolutely no place to put it."
    "When you love a piece, you find a place."
    "So you always say, but your house doesn't look like an antique warehouse." She ran her fingers over the satiny rose-on-rose stripes of the cushions. "Still, if it hasn't sold in another week, I'm going to cave."
    "It'd look great in the little alcove off your living room."
    "It would, but then I'd have to change the curtains, and get a little table."
    "Naturally. And a nice little rug."
    "Vince is going to kill me." She sighed, plopped her joined hands on the shelf of her belly.
    "Okay, time for you to unload."
    "I've already unpacked the last shipment."
    "Emotionally unload. And you knew what I meant."
    "I wouldn't know where to start."
    "Start with what pops to the surface first. You've got a lot bobbing around under there, Laine. I know you well enough to see it."
    "You still think you know me after everything you've found out in the last couple of days?"
    "Yeah, I do. So uncork it. What comes first?"
    "Max thinks he's in love with me."
    "Really?" It wasn't as easy for her to come to alert as it once had