Maddie’s attention moved to a picture taken two years later, when Olivia had decided to dye her hair black. It had sounded to Maddie like a terrible idea at the time. But it turned out that Olivia’s milky skin and blue eyes looked stunning against inky hair.
Olivia had always been an assured person, but her hair color change had been like steroids for her self-image. She’d become the girl who knew everyone, who seemed to move through life effortlessly, who was at ease in every kind of gathering. Guys noticed her. Girls were impressed by her. Good things rolled toward Olivia Carroll the way golf balls rolled toward sand traps.
Olivia and Maddie had been the only two of their group of friends who’d decided to attend the University of Oregon. They’d roomed together their first year and taken turns driving to and from Washington for every school holiday.
One night, the summer before their senior year at UO, Olivia and Hannah had decided to put their newly minted status as twenty-one-year-olds to good use at Merryweather’s Front Street Bar. Olivia liked to say that she’d spotted Leo one point five seconds after entering the bar that night and decided to marry him three point five seconds after that.
Leo’s parents had raised their four children in Idaho. After becoming empty nesters, Leo’s research-scientist father had accepted a job that brought him and his wife to Washington state.
Leo was three years older than Olivia and had been pursuing his doctorate in Idaho that fateful night at the Front Street Bar. He’d only been in town for the weekend to visit his parents. He’d only come to the bar that night because his younger sister had dragged him out.
Maddie sometimes wondered what would’ve happened ifshe’dbeen the one to meet Leo first. She liked to think they would’ve hit it off. But time wasn’t like that. Events happened inthe order in which they happened and once they did, there could be no rearranging.
As a single, eligible man newly introduced to their region of Washington, Leo had been something of a unicorn. Once Olivia set her sights on him, Leo had, predictably, fallen for the take-no-prisoners Olivia.
The two of them—Leo and Olivia—had been a case study in Opposites Attract. He was smart, wry, and just a little bit cautious with people. She had street smarts, a quick laugh, and a personality that shone brightest in the spotlight. He was patient and steady. She could be impatient and impulsive. He had substance. She had an enviable sense of style. Her strengths and his had clicked together.
Maddie had watched Olivia butt heads with the boyfriends she’d dated previously who’d had personalities too similar to her own. A calm introvert had been just what Olivia needed to provide her with a secure foundation. An irresistible extrovert had been just what Leo needed to bring him out of his shell.
Leo and Olivia married three months after Olivia and Maddie’s graduation. Affectionately, Maddie straightened the photograph taken at their wedding. It was her favorite photo from that day—not stiff and formal, but a fabulous candid shot of the bridal party, laughing at a joke one of the groomsmen had made.
The newlyweds had settled into Leo’s apartment in Idaho. Leo had remained in Idaho, in fact, until this past summer, when he’d accepted a position at Abbott College.
Now that Maddie, Leo, and Charlie shared a town with a population of six thousand, Maddie saw Leo much more often.
Which was hard.
Which was exquisite.
Most people thought of “oops” babies as coming last in a family, but Charlie had been a firstborn oops. Olivia hadintended to wait to have kids until at least the age of thirty, but, luckily, God had other plans.
Charlie had been less than a year old the night Olivia had kissed her baby and husband good-bye and left the house to join friends for a girls’ night out. She’d had alcohol in her system when she’d been hit, but an amount under the legal limit. The same could not be said for the guy in the truck that had collided with her head on at 10:21 P.M. on June third, two and a half years ago. Both the driver of the truck and Olivia were killed instantly.
Olivia had been just twenty-five.
Maddie relocated herself and her trail mix to the sofa and clicked on the TV. She’d watch another episode ofCall the Midwifebecause she could count on it to provide a dose of heartwarming emotion.
One of the midwives, peddling down a 1950’s street on her bike, filled the TV screen. Maddie rested the back of her head against the sofa cushion and picked through the bag for the chocolate pieces.
Maddie was certain that Leo had never suspected how fondly she felt about him. She’d like to keep it that way, even though they’d be working side by side for the next month.
How, though? How to keep her crush under wraps?
By being friendly. By acting the way his deceased wife’s friend should act.
She could look forward to spending time with him and Charlie and to giving the Huntington family a wonderful Christmas. What she could not do: allow herself to expect or hope for anything more than that.
There was only one unicorn in Merryweather.
And Olivia had found him first.
Chapter Two
So nice to meet you!” Kim Huntington said as she shook hands with Maddie near midday on Saturday.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Maddie said. “Leo should be here any minute.”
“No problem.” Kim waved a hand. “We’re early.”
