âIâm surprised you remembered my name,â Olivia teased Reese.
âOf course I remember your name.â
âYou didnât earlier.â
âWell, I was focused on two small troublemakers. So my brain was occupied elsewhere. If you had kids youâd understand how easy it is to get side-tracked.â
If she had kidsâ
I was a wife and mother once, her heart cried out. Until my family was stolen from me.
What would it be like to be part of a family again, to work with kids again, to find the connection that would make her part of something? Olivia longed to find outâbut still feared some newspaper reporter would figure out who sheâd been and run another story about her pitiful past.
Reeseâs sister Sara had been the first person Olivia had trusted in a very long time. And even Sara didnât know the whole truth.
The jury was still out on trusting Reese.
Iwas that happy once.
Olivia Hastings slipped away from the crowd at the hilltop wedding reception to regain her peace of mind. She set her bridesmaid bouquet on a rock before wandering farther downhill and away from the laughing guests.
A few moments of solitude were all Olivia needed.
âWeâre not sâposed to come here.â
That childish warning, barely audible, floated toward her on the soft summer wind, rousing her curiosity. The Woodward twins?
Olivia kept walking, stepping carefully around thistles as she followed the voices. The twins, Brett and Brady Woodward, were the brideâs nephews. Theyâd taken part in a fundraiser Olivia had directed last month. The twins had stolen the show, though their father hadnât bothered to see it.
Reese Woodward was busy, his sister Sara claimed. Olivia thought he was too busy.
âUncle Cade said he caught fish in here when he was a little boy.â
The stream! Olivia picked up her pace downhill, over hillocks topped with cropped grass, not caring that her silk dress would probably be ruined.
Two four-year-old boys near water spelled disaster.
âI want to catch a fish.â
âNo, Brett. Uncle Cade saidâ¦â
His voice dissipated. Olivia strained, but couldnât see the boys. She glanced around to call for help and realized no one would hear above the wedding reception music. Anyway, the wind would carry her voice away. Sheâd have to manage on her own. Olivia felt certain that, given the love sheâd witnessed the Woodward family lavish on the twins, one or another of Denverâs famous wedding-planning family would soon come looking.
âBrett, you canât go in. Daddy saidââ
âYou boys get away from that water,â Olivia yelled in her sternest tone, praying she wouldnât be too late. She stubbed her toe on a rock and bit down to smother her cry as she climbed over it, using both hands to speed her descent.
There. She could see them. Brady hovered at the edge of the water, obviously uncertain about his next move. But Brett already had one shoe off.
âHey!â Olivia shouted, waving her hands. Brady saw her, smiled and waved back. Brett was wading in. âNo!â
But in the next moment Brett tumbled face-first into the swiftly moving water. When it looked like Brady would go in after him, Olivia threw caution aside and raced downhill, ignoring the stabs and jabs of anything that tried to impede her progress.
Brady teetered on one leg, about to lose his balance. Olivia plucked him up and sat him on a big rock several feet from the waterâs edge.
âDonât you dare move,â she ordered. âI canât see Brett.â
Big, fat tears tumbled down chubby cheeks. Brady pointed.
âThere.â He sniffed. âHeâs not swimming.â
Brett lay facedown in the water, floating farther away.
âIâll get him, Brady, but donât you move. Promise me.â
ââKay.â
âGood boy.â Olivia stepped into the stream. Moving as swiftly as possible, she kept going, though the water was icy cold against her warm skin. In seconds her thin dress was soaked and she was chilled.