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Alix felt as if her heart was reed, happy and a bit melancholy at the same time Did this mean she couldn’t be more than his friend?

Jordan reached across the table and squeezed her fingers "I’ve missed you"

For a few seconds, she could hardly catch her breath He’dyou a sweater," she whispered

"You are?"

Alix cursed the day she’d inherited this pattern fro her problems fro on it, but she’d begun again, hoping to feel close to Jordan She’d also supposed it ive her an excuse to contact him She’d finished the baby blanket and showed it to her social worker; now all she had to do was deliver it to the appropriate agency

"You shouldn’t be jealous, you know"

Alix slid her gaze to his

"There’s no one else"

She sed tightly "Oh"

His fingers tightened around hers "Do you reht cupcakes to class for your birthday?"

Alix wasn’t likely to forget Her mother wasn’t much of a homemaker so Alix had made them herself From scratch, too, not from a mix

"I baked those" She was surprised that he’d reave me two"

She dropped her eyes "Yeah, I know If I had a decent oven I’d bake you a whole batch right now"

"Do you like to bake?"

Alix nodded It was her drea school and be the kind of chef who prepared fancy dinners at places like the ones Jacqueline and her husband frequented Orbusiness She didn’t talk about this often Over the years she’d worked in a few restaurants and she loved the craziness in the kitchen She’d tried to get on at Annie’s but the video store had offered her a job first

"Do you have plans for Saturday night?" Jordan’s thumb stroked the back of her hand

"Not really"

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"Annie’s Café?" A ot

"Not this time How about a real three-course dinner at a fish and steak house?"

That sounded like a dress-and-panty-hose place But the thought of turning him down didn’t so much as enter her ive her a second chance at a fashion makeover

It wouldn’t hurt to ask

CHAPTER 37

"In knitting, as in everything else, you learn as much from your mistakes as you do from your successes"

--Pam Allen, Editor, Interweave Press

LYDIA HOFFMAN

I suppose it sounds melodramatic to say I felt my life was over Still, that’s exactly what I believed as I lay in the hospital bed with the sterile scents of rubbing alcohol and antiseptic wafting around me I’ve always detested the smell of hospitals For soht think I would’ve grown accustoh The X-rays revealed what I’d feared rateful for, it was that this one was accessible throughinto one now and the biopsy had been completed Unfortunately the results were inconclusive, and a tissue sample had been sent out for a second opinion Withto take chances