Before Sarah could fully comprehend that Gregory had been there, he was gone, leaving a vacuum that wanted to suck her out the door after him.

      But then, it had always been like that between them. He was every bit as gorgeous today as he had been the first day of her sophomore year in high school, the day he, a senior, first noticed her and leaned against her locker to talk. Blue eyes twinkling. Turning on that bad boy charm. He’d been like some kind of powerful magnet, and she hadn’t stood a chance.

      But she’d grown up. At thirty-two, she was a far cry from that starry-eyed teenager. She was much wiser, with lots of experience under her belt. No way would she fall for his charm again. Besides, he didn’t look quite so confident now that he had responsibilities—a business to run and children to care for. “So does Gregory still have his landscaping business?” she asked Donna Rae.

      She nodded. “Yeah. But I just hate all the hours he works.”

      “I imagine it’s slowing some for the winter.”

      “You’d think it would. But he seems to always be full throttle no matter the season. And with this being his first Christmas to do everything without Lindsay, he’s putting pressure on himself to make it the best Christmas ever.”

      Sarah could see the worry on Donna Rae’s face, could hear it in her voice. As she looked across the sanctuary at Hunter, sitting by himself on a pew, she wondered how Gregory would be able to do it all. And wondered what kind of man he’d grown up to be.

      She couldn’t shake thoughts of him as Donna Rae gathered the children and led them through the rehearsal. Distracted and scattered, Sarah started when Donna Rae introduced her as the new director.

      The precious four-to-six-year-olds stared up at her expectantly. A few even clapped, so she waved to them. “Thank you. I used to be in the Christmas play when I was a child, so I know we’re going to have a good time together.”

      Donna Rae sat down, and Sarah could see she was in pain. Donna Rae waved her away when she tried to help. “I’m fine. Just a contraction. Go ahead and hand out the schedule.”

      All eyes were on Sarah. It was the first time she’d been around children since Peter’s funeral, and she found it difficult to go on. But she had to. Too late to back out now.

      When she finished passing out the papers, she said, “Well, I see some parents gathering in the back. So I guess it’s time to go. I’ll see you at the next practice.”

      Though it demanded more energy than Sarah had at the moment, she made a point to meet each parent. As stragglers arrived late to pick up their children, she kept a close watch on Donna Rae. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

      “No. Really, I’m fine. But I probably need to go on home and put my feet up. Make Vinny pamper me.” She smiled, but it was tinged with worry.

      “Go.”

      “Can you take Hunter and Chase to Harry’s house for me?”

      Gregory’s father wouldn’t hold any fond memories of Sarah. She dreaded facing him. “Of course. I’ll walk you to your car and get their seats.” She knelt in front of Hunter and Chase. “I’m Miss Sarah, and I’m going to give you a ride to your granddad’s.”

      “Let’s go, boys,” Donna Rae said as they turned off the lights and headed out the door.

      Hunter followed obediently, but he didn’t appear happy. Sarah couldn’t help but wonder if he was angry about something. In contrast, Chase slipped his little hand into Sarah’s and looked up, his sweet cherub face all smiles. He chattered a mile a minute, with a lisp that seemed to be caused by his chubby cheeks, as they walked to her car and installed the seats.

      When she and the boys arrived at the Jones house, Chase raced ahead. Sarah, even weighed down by the car seats, had to slow to wait for Hunter, who dragged his feet as if they were in blocks of cement.

      She kind of felt the same way having to face Harry Jones.

      Two hours ago, she couldn’t have imagined this turn of events even in her wildest dreams.

      “Hunter, do you think you could carry your booster seat for me?”

      He nodded, then he wrapped his arms around it and picked up the pace a little.

      “So, it must be fun to get to stay with your grandfather,” she said.

      He shrugged. “I guess so.”

      “You don’t sound excited about it.”

      Hunter shook his head. “I wish Dad could pick us up.”

      “Oh, I see.”

      “Huwwy up,” Chase called from the front door before he disappeared inside.

      A few seconds later, Harry appeared on the front porch. But he jerked back a step when he saw her. “Sarah?”

      She tensed and forced her leaded feet forward. “Hello, Mr. Jones. I’m helping Donna Rae with the pageant, and she wasn’t feeling well. She asked me to bring Hunter and Chase by.”

      “I appreciate it.” He didn’t look too thrilled, but he was the consummate Southern gentleman.

      Not only had her parents objected to Gregory and her dating in high school, but Harry had also discouraged it. He had told Gregory from the beginning not to fall for Sarah, that he would be setting himself up to get hurt.

      The relationship hadn’t stood a chance.

      “Well, I should go.” She handed Chase’s seat over, then squatted down to Hunter’s eye level. “I’ll see you at the next rehearsal, okay?”

      He shuffled his feet. “I guess.”

      Chase ran out the door and hugged her neck. “’Bye.”

      “’Bye.” The pressure in her chest sent her quickly toward her car. She needed to back off a little. Getting involved with Gregory’s kids was not a good idea. Her heart couldn’t take it.