Make Believe Fiancé E-Book

Vivi Holt

• Herausgeber: 8th Note Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Make Believe
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 280

Beschreibung

 The engagement is fake, but the feelings are real.  Gwen Alder is starting over. Divorced and broke, she's come to Billings, Montana for a new beginning. But waitressing at a roadside diner for the summer isn't paying the bills. Heath Montgomery almost has it all—fame, fortune and a mega-watt smile. The one thing he's missing is a date for his cousin's wedding. When Gwen and Heath cross paths, Heath has an idea: what if he paid Gwen to be his date? No strings, no complications, just a simple transaction to get his parents off his back about settling down. When the wedding date ruse goes well, Heath asks Gwen to play his fiancé...for an entire weekend. They're nothing alike. To them, it's just a business arrangement. They definitely don't plan to fall for each other. But sometimes love has plans of its own.  Explore all the books in Vivi Holt's Make Believe collection:  -  Make Believe Proposal  -  Make Believe Fiancé  -  Make Believe Wedding  -  Make Believe Honeymoon  -  Make Believe Husband  -  Make Believe Marriage 

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MAKE BELIEVE FIANCÉ

MAKE BELIEVE BOOK TWO

VIVI HOLT

CONTENTS

Praise for Vivi Holt

About Make Believe Fiancé

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

More Sweet Romance from Make Believe Series

Make Believe Wedding

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

PRAISE FOR VIVI HOLT

No one weaves a story like Vivi Holt.

AMAZON REVIEWER

Hallmark moments and complexity of plot and characters smoothly stirred together into a delicious ambrosia. Full five stars and maybe two hankies…

AUDIBLE REVIEWER

This was simply another wonderful and clean story by Vivi Holt.

Copyright © 2023 by Vivi Holt

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For my Mum

ABOUT MAKE BELIEVE FIANCÉ

Take one billionaire cowboy in need of a fiancée, add one divorced teacher with trust issues and mix in a fake engagement. What could possibly go wrong?

Gwen Alder is starting over — divorced and broke, she’s come to Billings, Montana for a new beginning. But waitressing in a roadside diner for the summer isn’t paying the bills, and she finds herself in over her head with no hope of catching up.

Heath Montgomery has it all — fame, fortune and a mega-watt smile, but one thing he doesn’t have is a date for his cousin’s wedding.

When the two of them cross paths, Heath has an idea — what if he paid her to be his date? No strings, no complications, just a simple business transaction — a way to finally win his father’s trust, and get his parents off his back about settling down once and for all.

She’s poor and plain. He’s wealthy and arrogant.

They didn’t want anything more than a simple arrangement. They never planned to fall in love. But sometimes cupid has a mind of his own.

CHAPTER1

Some things, Heath Montgomery understood. He knew about horses, and about ranching, and how to run a business. And he understood poker. Women? Nope. But poker he got.

He leaned forward in his chair and peered over the cards in his hand to survey the three faces staring back at him. The air stank of stale peanuts and sweat. His mouth turned up at one corner. He chuckled silently and drew in a long slow breath as his friends frowned and squinted at their own hands. Finally, he fanned his cards out on the table. “This is it, then.”

Adam Gilston, his co-worker and best friend, lay down his hand and rolled his eyes. “You’re cruel.” He pushed the pile of chips in the middle of the table toward Heath. “Remind me why I ever thought it’d be a good idea to play poker with you?”

Heath laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, dude, I can’t help it. I was born to win.”

Adam punched him in the shoulder.

“Hey!” complained Heath with a chuckle. “Sore loser.”

“Someone’s got to bring you back to earth.”

“Anyone need another drink?” asked Tim, holding up a pitcher of Coke with ice, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light.

Heath shook his head. “No thanks, I’ve had enough. It’s just about time to head home. How many hours have we been at this?”

Heath’s kid brother Dan groaned and covered a yawn with his fist. “Too many.”

“We’re getting too old for this,” added Adam, blinking reddened eyes as he scooped the cards into a pile.

“But it’s tradition,” Tim insisted, stacking his chips neatly, his biceps bulging beneath the sleeves of his plain white T-shirt. Every time Tim was around, Heath made a mental note to go to the gym more often. He had a home gymnasium, but preferred the outdoors – riding a horse or roping cattle always seemed preferable to pumping iron.

“Maybe we could come up with a new tradition,” Dan offered. He’d always played the peacemaker, even when they were young.

“One that doesn’t involve staying awake for an entire weekend to play poker,” added Heath, rubbing his tired eyes. He pushed his chips into a drawstring bag and handed it to one of the casino staff standing against the wall. The man, dressed in a black uniform with red trim and a badge that said “RAMON – I’m here to help,” took the bag, nodded and headed for the cashier’s cage.

“You’re all soft,” Tim huffed.

Heath laughed. “Old and soft. That sounds about right.”

Adam stood and stretched. “Thirty is hardly old.”

“It feels a lot older than twenty,” said Heath. “We used to be able to stay up all night and keep rolling all day without so much as a single yawn.” He missed those days, but at the same time he was glad they were behind him. He liked a quieter life these days – his ranch suited him just fine. He reached for his Stetson and put it on with another yawn. “Let’s get some breakfast on the way back. I’m starved.” He walked to the door and pushed it open, letting the bright lights of the casino filter into the small dark room.

Ramon returned with the bag, now full of cash. He almost ran into Heath, then took a step back and pulled out a pile of hundred-dollar bills. “Here you go, sir.”

“Thank you.” Heath stuffed the bills into his jeans pocket as Ramon nodded and hurried off. It was surreal the way the casino always looked the same – day or night, who could tell. Patrons wandered between the tables, drinks in hand, ready to gamble their savings away.

He frowned. There wasn’t much about the place that he liked, but he’d put up with the stale air, bright lights and piped-in music for the three men who followed him. He, Tim and Adam had become fast friends at the private high school he’d attended in San Francisco all those years ago, and they met up at least once a year ever since to play poker. His brother Dan joined the group several years ago, tagging along with Heath as he often did.

“Hello, Heath.”

The voice to his right made him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. Then he turned to face the speaker, pasting a smile onto his face. “Chantelle. Fancy seeing you here.”

She flicked her long blonde hair over one shoulder and grinned. “I get around.”

He resisted the temptation to agree. The last thing he wanted in that moment was to have it out with his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded casino on zero sleep. Instead he nodded and set his hands on his hips. “We’re just heading out. Good to see you.” He stifled a yawn and managed a farewell smile.

But she stepped in front of him, resting a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to go just yet, do you?”

“It’s 7 a.m. and we’ve been up all night,” explained Tim, coming up behind him. “We’re going to grab some breakfast and hit the hay. And you are?”

“I’m Chantelle. Pleased to meet you.” She gave Tim her most dazzling smile.

Heath willed his eyes not to roll. She really knew how to turn on the charm, but after dating her for six months he’d seen that charm was her only asset. Ever since they broke up, he’d done his best to steer clear of her, but she kept showing up like an unlucky penny everywhere he went. It was like she’d pinned a tracking device to him.

Tim smiled knowingly at Heath as he shook Chantelle’s hand. “The famous Chantelle. What a pleasure.”

Her eyes glinted. “I’m famous now, am I?”

“In our little circle you are,” said Adam, kissing her on the cheek. “How are you doing?”

By the time she’d greeted Dan, Heath was itching to get out of there. “Well, good to see you, Chantelle.” He spun on his heel and headed for the exit, hoping his entourage came with him.

When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw they were following. But he also saw them smirking and grinning. Great. He knew what they were thinking – why’d he let go of Chantelle Ryan? She was beautiful, charming, accomplished – everything his parents were hoping for in a daughter-in-law.

Which is where she’d set her sights. Never mind that he wasn’t in love with her. She didn’t care about that – she even told him so. She was happy to get married and wait for the love to come later, she’d said. Just so long as they could be together. That’s when he’d known it was over. How could he love someone so shallow, so manipulative, someone who only wanted to be Mrs. Montgomery.

And then she’d laughed at his return to church. She not only refused to join him in his weekly attendance, but her mockery had been like a knife in the gut. How could anyone settle for someone who treated his beliefs like that? He’d rather stay single the rest of his life than marry a woman he wasn’t head-over-heels in love with, a woman who’d scorn his faith. And he hadn’t found anyone else yet – much to his family’s dismay.

The automatic doors slid open and he walked out into the glaring sunlight. His pupils constricted and he held up a hand to shield his eyes, trying to locate the valet parking stand. He saw it to his left and headed toward it, feeling around his pocket for the ticket stub.

Tim bumped his elbow and grinned. “So that’s Chantelle, huh? How come you never mentioned she was so hot?”

“Eh, I guess she is.” Heath wasn’t in the mood to talk about his ex.

“You guess?” exclaimed Tim, with a whistle. “I can’t imagine how high your standards must be if you think she’s mediocre.”

Heath shrugged and rubbed his eyes as they waited for the parking attendant to retrieve their vehicles. “I know she’s pretty. But when you get to know her …”

“Oh, I’d love to,” said Tim with a chuckle and a backward glance.

Heath’s eyebrows arched.

“Don’t worry, bro, I know the code – I won’t date your ex. No matter how hot she might be.” He sighed and held a hand to his heart as though it were broken.

Heath laughed. “In this case, I’d say you’re welcome to her. But I don’t think you’d be happy.”

Tim frowned. “Oh?”

“She’s only interested in a thick wallet, if you get my drift.” Heath shook his head. It had taken him longer than it should’ve to figure that out. But once he had – and once she’d aired her views on his beliefs – he’d parted ways with her and hadn’t looked back.

Tim nodded, his short brown hair shining in the bright morning sunlight and his blue eyes twinkling. “Ah, I get it. Only in it to win it, then. Shame …”

“It’s not like you don’t have your pick of women throwing themselves at you, Fireman Tim.” Heath grinned.

Tim laughed. “It’s not like that – trust me. Anyway, none have really caught my eye yet.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“So what type of woman are you looking for?” asked Tim.

“Someone real and genuine, fun, down to earth … I don’t know. Just someone who isn’t impressed by my name, but who really sees me. You know?”

Tim, Adam and Dan looked at him as though he’d lost his mind. “And where do you think you’ll find someone like that?” asked Adam, one eyebrow raised high.

“That’s the question,” said Heath. “Probably not in a place like this.” He nodded toward the casino.

“You might be right about that,” replied Tim with a chuckle.

A beat-up blue truck rumbled into the space in front of them. The attendant jumped out, jogged around the front of the truck and up to Heath. “Here you go, Mr. Montgomery,” he said with a smile.

Heath handed him a tip. “Thanks.”

“Why do you keep this old thing?” asked Tim as he climbed in the passenger side.

Heath sat in the driver’s seat and shut the door behind him. He sighed and relaxed against the upholstery, glad to be back behind the wheel. It felt like home. “Because I like it. It’s comfortable.”

“You could afford to buy every truck on the lot,” replied Tim with a chuckle.

“So what? Shiny things don’t impress me. I want something that feels right, that I know I can depend on.” Heath pressed on the accelerator and glanced into his rearview mirror to see Adam’s car following them with Dan in the passenger seat. He pulled out onto the main road, his mind wandering over everything they’d discussed.

His own words rang in his ears – is that what was missing? He’d dated plenty of women through his twenties, but none had ever felt quite right. Since Chantelle, he’d sworn off dating – he was sick of the awkwardness, the games, and how it never resulted in anything but heartache. He was older now, and knew what he wanted. Someone genuine, a woman he could depend on, who was loyal and loving and real.

Heath sighed as he remembered Adam’s words. Where would he find a woman like that?

* * *

Heath turned the truck into the Lucky Diner lot and shut off the engine. “Does this place look okay?” he asked.

Tim nodded and licked his lips. “It looks fine to me. I could eat a horse and chase the rider, I’m so hungry.”

Heath chuckled. “Where on Earth did you pick up that saying?”

“In Australia. I was there last year running a collaborative training program for disaster preparedness.”

Heath arched an eyebrow. “You really do live a crazy life, you know that?”

Tim shrugged. “I guess. I’m traveling more than I’d like to – staying in hotels, eating in restaurants, meeting different people everywhere …”

“My heart bleeds,” replied Heath with a laugh.

Tim chuckled. “Okay, I do love it. But lately it’s been a bit lonely.”

“I guess I can understand that.”

They climbed out of the truck just as Adam’s Prius pulled up beside them. The two tall, strapping men climbed out, Dan unfolding his limbs with a groan. “Did you buy the smallest car you could find?” he grumbled. Adam lunged for him, but Dan danced out of the way.

Heath smiled. Those two were always going at it, trying to one-up each other. They’d been that way even in high school, both so competitive, neither willing to give in. Even though Dan was two years younger, he’d always tried to keep up with the older group of friends.

“It’s good for the environment,” Adam growled as the foursome marched into the diner. “Anyway, my wife picked it out.”

A bell rang over the door. Heath glanced up at it and his eyes narrowed. A sprig of mistletoe hung beside the bell. It was July.

The smell of fried potatoes mingled with apple pie and coffee distracted him from the incongruous greenery. He stopped, wondering if they should seat themselves or wait to be seated. After a few moments, when no one came to assist them, he led the group to an empty booth against a window at the far end of the diner. Adam and Dan were still rough-housing. He glared at them, slid in beside Dan and quietly dug an elbow into his brother’s side.

The waitress walked over, tugged a pencil from behind her ear and held up a pad of paper, barely looking up as she asked for their order. Heath studied her with a half-smile. There was something about her that intrigued him. She was beautiful, but not in an obvious way. She wore no makeup, her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and dark circles lined her eyes – it made her seem almost plain at first glance.

The other men gave their orders. Finally, it was Heath’s turn. She glanced up at him, then back at the pad. He smiled, watching her closely. She looked tired. Not that he knew what she usually looked like, but she seemed a couple of years younger than him and those dark circles couldn’t be there for any other reason. He wished he could ask her about it. “What do you recommend?” he asked.

She arched an eyebrow and chewed on the end of her pencil before answering. “Um … the waffles are good.”

He nodded. “Waffles then, please, and two eggs over easy.”

“Coffee?”

“Yes, please, with cream.”

With a curt nod and brief smile, she turned and headed for the kitchen.

Heath pushed himself out of the booth and jogged after her. “Excuse me?”

She faced him with a startled frown. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry. I noticed you’re not wearing a name tag – just wondering what we should call you, since you’re our server and all.”

One eyebrow arched. “Gwen. You can call me Gwen.”

“I’m Heath. Pleased to meet you, Gwen … is that short for something?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No.”

He chuckled. He seemed to be striking out at every turn. She wasn’t interested in a conversation or anything else with him, that much was clear.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He yanked it out to see who was calling at such an early hour. He swiped his finger across the screen, nodding an apology to Gwen. She pasted a smile on her face and walked away. “Dad. How can I help you?”

“Where are you?” Graham Montgomery’s voice boomed down the phone line.

“I’m having breakfast.”

“It’s almost eight o’clock and there’s a senior leadership meeting at the office in ten minutes.”

Heath slapped his forehead. “Sorry, Dad – it’s my annual weekend with the guys from school. Dan’s with us too. We’re just having breakfast before heading home.” Silence on the other end of the line. “Hello? Dad?”

“So what have you been up to all weekend? All kinds of debauchery, no doubt.”

Heath frowned and shook his head. “No, Dad, we just played poker at Montana Nugget, and before that we were out at the ranch. I’m heading back to the ranch now and can be in the office within an hour or so. What’s the meeting about?”

“Forget it. Finish your breakfast.”

“Come on, Dad …”

“No. I’ll take care of it this time, son. But let me ask you … when are you going to take yourself seriously?”

“Dad …”

“I mean it. It’s time for you to settle down, son. You’re not twenty anymore.”

“I know that, Dad.” Heath took a quick breath. It was always the same thing. “I know I gave you trouble when I was younger, but like you said, I’m not a kid anymore. I work hard every single day, Dad. You know that. I’ve earned a weekend off.”

“You should be married by now. At your age, I had two children and was running my own ranch.”

His eyes closed and he frowned. “I know.”

“It’s time to take responsibility, son. Responsibility for your life, for the company … you can’t live this way forever. These weekends with the boys are just another symptom of you trying to hold onto your childhood. But you’re not a child any longer – you’re a man. It’s time you started acting like one.”

A hint of sarcasm crept into his voice. “And what does that mean, Dad, to act like a man?”

“It means… well, who are you bringing to your cousin’s wedding?”

“What?”

“The wedding this weekend. Who are you bringing? You do have a date, don’t you?”

Heath bit his lip. Not only didn’t he have a date for the wedding, but he’d forgotten all about the event. “Of course I do – I’ll tell you all about her soon. But right now I have to go.”

His father grunted into the phone. “Well, that’s good to hear. You’re not getting any younger, you know? I want to give you the CEO position and take a step back, son, but I’m still not convinced you’re ready. If you could show me you’re growing up … well, maybe we could finally take that trip I’ve been promising your mother.”

“I hear you, Dad – I just don’t agree. I have matured. I’ve been busting my tail running the company and we’re bringing in higher profits than ever before. We’ve added four ranches to our portfolio in the past twelve months, along with half a dozen feed and produce stores, and we’ll be expanding into more stores in other states next year. Business is good and it’s getting better. That should be all you need to know to make your decision. And if you can’t see that, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Graham seemed to sense he’d crossed a line. “Now, son …”

But now Heath was boiling. His father had a way of bringing out that side of him and he didn’t like it, yet couldn’t seem to stop it. “Since you insist on nosing into my private life, I’ll be sure to keep you updated on my relationship status from now on. If you like, I can even get Social Security numbers so you can run background checks.”

His father sighed. “I know you’re doing well, Heath. I keep up with what you’re doing at work. I just have some concerns. I want you to be settled, happy. And I’m looking forward to meeting this mystery date of yours.”

“She’s no mystery, Dad. Look, I have to go – I’m being rude to the guys, and our food is on the table.”

His father rang off with a promise to let him know how things went in the meeting. And Heath wandered back to the booth to find Gwen setting plates on the table. He slid into his seat, the aroma of freshly-made waffles with maple syrup and butter drifting up to greet him. His stomach growled and he smiled at Gwen.

She returned his smile half-heartedly as she finished delivering the meals. “I’ll be back with your coffee – let me know if you need anything else,” she said, wiping her hands on the apron tied neatly about her trim waist.

He watched her leave, then sliced off a piece of waffle. As he put it in his mouth, Tim glanced up at him from his stack of pancakes. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Dad.”

“You didn’t look real happy about whatever he was saying,” Dan added between mouthfuls of egg.

Heath chewed, swallowed and cut another piece. “Yeah. You know the usual – when are you gonna get married, settle down and grow up?” He was tired of hearing about it, from both parents. According to his mother, thirty was far too old to be a respectable bachelor; according to his father, it showed he wasn’t sensible enough to run the company. Never mind that he’d basically been managing it for two years already, since his father’s heart attack slowed him down.

For some reason, they were both so invested in the idea of him marrying and having a family, they couldn’t swallow the idea that perhaps he was the man they wanted him to become already, just single. And they never gave him a break about it, let alone the benefit of the doubt.

Dan chuckled. “I’ve heard that speech before. So what are you gonna do?”

“Find a date for our cousin’s wedding this weekend. Seeing as I already told him I had one, just to get him off my back.”

“I get that. Who do you have in mind?”

Heath shook his head. “No one. But I’d better fix that, and fast.”

CHAPTER2

Gwen Alder ducked her head and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She still wasn’t accustomed to Montana weather. After living most of her life in southern California, she’d moved to the northern Rockies five years earlier when her husband was offered a job there, and shivered through five Arctic winters. Spring wasn’t much better, to her way of thinking – the snow finally melted in the low country, but the distant mountain peaks were white against the blue sky, and the winds carried their chill through the city streets.

And now summer, which in Montana was nothing like SoCal. No dry heat and cool oceans here, and nowhere she could escape the humidity. At the diner, the sizzling grill and constant stream of customers meant the thermometer rarely dipped below eighty-five. At her apartment, the air-conditioning unit clunked and clamored for a half-hour each night when she returned home before giving up entirely, leaving her panting and sweating on top of the bedsheets.

She ran a hand over her face, then wiped the sweat on her pants leg. With a grimace she looked at her hand and saw chipped nails and dry skin. When had she stopped taking care of herself? Probably after the first couple years of marriage, when she’d realized it wasn’t going to work out. That was when everything had begun to unravel.

Though if she was being completely honest, she’d known from day one the marriage wouldn’t last. It wasn’t that Edward was mean, at least not at first. But the moment they said “I do,” he changed. Gone was the romance, the charm and the thoughtfulness – instead, he was lazy, short-tempered and demanding. When he lost his job in Missoula, she’d found herself supporting them both on her teacher’s salary.

Well, all that was behind her now – or most of it. When he left her for a woman from the local dry cleaner, he’d used what money they had left to hire a top-notch attorney who took her to the cleaners during the divorce settlement. She’d had to settle for Fran Hall, a well-meaning if scatterbrained ambulance-chaser she’d found in a Google search. She shook her head and took a long breath. She’d definitely think twice before marrying again.

Her thoughts turned to her upcoming job at Houghton Elementary School in Billings in two weeks. Butterflies jostled in her stomach. It was nerve-wracking to begin again somewhere new, but she’d already come so far. She’d applied for and accepted a good position, found an apartment to rent (granted, a tiny, sparsely-furnished studio in a bad part of town, but still), and nabbed a summer job waitressing at a local diner to pay the bills until school started at the end of August. Things were finally looking up. Now if only she could get on top of all those bills …

Her phone rang and she pulled it from her pocket, almost dropping it on the pavement in her haste. Her heart lurched and she paled. The last thing she needed was another expense.

When she answered, her heart seized again. “Gwen!” Fran always sounded like she was shouting out a drill command. It would be funny if it weren’t for the dread that curled like a snake in the pit of Gwen’s stomach at the sound.

“Hello, Fran. How can I help you?”

“I’ve got bad news!”

Fran never seemed to have any other kind. “What now? The divorce was finalized last week – what else can he expect from me?”

Fran cackled, her version of a laugh. “Edward’s lawyer is complaining about the money they were due to receive from the sale of the house.”

“Like that’s somehow my fault? Yeah, it isn’t as much as we’d hoped, but there’s nothing I can do about the housing market. And I have no control over when they receive their half – that’s up to the bank.” She ran a hand over her face and tried to calm her racing heart. Even hearing Ed’s name these days made her break out in a cold sweat.

“He’s saying you’re holding back!”

“I don’t know what to tell you. We got fifty percent of the equity each after legal fees and taxes – which amounted to almost nothing. They know this – they’ve got a copy of the closing documents.” Isn’t that what she was paying Fran to handle? She shook her head. She’d been disappointed herself when she saw the figures, but disappointment had become a way of life for her by then.

It was only when she received the job offer from Billings Public Schools that she began to hope again, that perhaps she could change the course of her life. Getting away, starting over – she just wanted some time alone to gather herself, to find the person inside she’d lost sight of over those few years of marriage to Ed.

“Now they’re threatening to go back to court and seek alimony!”

Gwen laughed, almost hysterically. “Alimony? I’m working as a waitress at a greasy spoon – I’m basically living off tips, since the hourly wage is practically nothing.”

“Yes, but he knows you start teaching in a couple of weeks!”

She frowned, her nostrils flaring in anger. “So that’s his plan? He’s going to wait until I start teaching and what, garnish my wages? When does it all end, Fran?”

Fran cleared her throat and she heard the rustle of papers down the line. When she spoke again, the drill-sergeant tone was gone. “I’m sorry, Gwen. I know the settlement wasn’t what you’d hoped for …”

“No, it wasn’t, and I know there’s nothing I can do about that. But something has to change. With taxes and moving costs and your fees, I can’t even afford to pay my rent. I’m just hoping my landlord gives me some time to make it up.”

“Look, I’m sure it will all resolve itself when Edward finds work. But right now, he needs support, and …”

“No! No, he does not ‘need support’ – and he certainly doesn’t need mine! He needs to figure his life out. We’re not married anymore …” Gwen sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. She stopped walking and leaned against a brick wall, enjoying the coolness against her skin. “It feels like I’ll never be free.”

Fran coughed. “Look, keep your chin up. You’ll get through this.”

“Thanks, Fran. Don’t give him anything, okay?” She wrapped up the call, then groaned against the bricks. So much for starting over. She rubbed her eyes as her throat tightened, the telltale sign of tears. She coughed and bit her lip. There was no time for tears now, not out in the street with people watching. She’d cry later into her pillow.

She smiled – it was almost humorous the way her life was falling to ruin. A giggle rose in her chest. She’d better get inside before she completely lost it in public.

As she jogged toward the apartment, her thoughts returned to the group of men who’d come into the diner that morning. They looked like they’d been up all night, disheveled with three-day beards and wrinkled clothes. Partiers, no doubt – either out drinking or enjoying one of the many local casinos.

It was a shame, because one of them, the one who’d introduced himself as Heath, was cute. Handsome, really. He didn’t look much older than her, and had come into the diner sporting a Stetson. There were plenty of cowboys moseying around Billings, and she had a soft spot for them – or had, until Ed had torn her heart out and filleted it. Now, she intended to steer clear of all men until her wounded heart fully healed.

Anyway, she’d known men like Heath before – confident, self-assured and good-looking. No doubt he had women throwing themselves at him all the time. He wouldn’t look twice at her.

The apartment building where she lived loomed dark on the next block, its chipped bricks stained with clinging black mold. She pushed through the front door and it swung shut behind her, catching her heel. She glanced over her shoulder as the door slapped her backside and frowned. What was that on the grassy verge outside? It looked like her silver-and-blue bed cover …

She spun around and jogged to the curb, her heart in her throat. Everything she owned lay on the grass: her bedcovers, the small TV/DVD combo she’d bought at Wal-Mart years earlier, the few books she hadn’t donated before the move. It was all there in a pile on the side of the road. Her throat constricted and bile rose from her stomach. What was going on? She knew she was behind on rent, but she’d spoken to the landlord and thought he’d agreed to give her time to make up the payments.

Back inside, she sprinted up the stairs two at a time until she was gasping for breath. She reached her apartment door on the third floor and leaned against the wall as she gulped air. Stars danced before her eyes – she really should exercise more often.

Her key didn’t work in the lock and she groaned. There was a piece of pale blue paper taped to the door. An eviction notice.