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“You don’t even knohat I was going to say!”

Holly arched a brow “Don’t I?”

Althea had the grace to look a tiny bit abashed, then gave a little flounce and lifted her chin “Souys”

“No doubt I’m not interested”

“You’re not even thirty years old! You have a whole life ahead of you!”

“I know” There was nothing Holly was ht be—and how flat and eether and

Suddenly Althea’s hand was on her knee, giving it a sympathetic squeeze “I know you miss him,” she said, her voice soft but thick with emotion “We all miss him”

Matt, she meant Her brother Holly’s husband The center of Holly’s life

Just thirty years old, Matthew David Halloran had had everything to live for He was bright, witty, handsoist orked mostly with children and teens, Matt had loved his work He’d loved life

He had loved hiking, skiing and ca He’d loved astrono in New York City, loved the fifth floor walk-up he and Holly had shared when they’d first moved to the city, loved the view across the river to Manhattan froh-rise

Most of all, Matt had loved his wife

He’d told her so that Saturday o He had bent down and kissed her sleepy sone out the door to play basketball with his buddies “Love you, Hol’,” he’d murmured

Holly had reached up froed his hand and kissed it “You could show ested with a sleepy smile

Matt had given her a rueful grin “Temptress” Then he’d winked “I’ll be hoht”