almost too beautiful to be real.
She stopped in front of him, and Ethan stopped breathing. Thinking.
â House of Fashion ,â she said. âIâm the mean lady.â
The what? He shook his head in confusion.
âIâm Addison Covington.â
âAddisonâ¦â What was a TV star doing here?
Her smile grew, a teasing grin threatening to short-circuit Ethanâs brain again. âIâm Ruthâs niece.â
Ethan shook his head as a picture flashed through his head. A memory of a gangly, brown-haired mouse of a girl. His jaw dropped open. âGood grief. Alice?â
âItâs Addison now,â she said, her patrician nose wrinkling.
âRight,â he said, still trying to match the shy girl he remembered with the woman facing him now.
âIâm surprised you didnât know I was in town,â she said. âEven the old geezer at the gas station knew about my homecoming.â
âI knew you were coming back, but I didnât know you were who you were,â Ethan said, unable to hide a wince at his own inanity.
Addison laughed. âI guess I look a little different than I did when I lived here.â
âNo kidding.â Ethan couldnât help letting his eyes travel from her tousled blond hair to her feet. Her toenails were painted fire-engine red. The engine revving kicked up again, this time shifting into turbo drive. He swallowed and turned to his sons. âGo grab your stuff from Grandmaâs. We need to get home.â
The twins opened their mouths to protest, but one stern look from him and they thought better of it.
âBye, TV lady,â Jason called, as they took off.
âWeâll be back tomorrow!â Carson said.
Addison watched the boys until theyâd disappeared around the corner. The brief respite gave him a chance to get his head together.
He hoped.
âHow do you tell them apart?â she said, finally shifting her gaze back to him.
âItâs not hard once you get to know them.â
Silence reigned while he and Addison both seemed to be searching for something to say. He didnât have a clue how to start a conversation with a famous actress.
âEthan Thomas, right?â she said finally.
His eyes widened in surprise.
âYou left an impression on a teenage girl,â Addison said with a smile. âThe football star thing. The dimples.â
Yes, he remembered Alice had spied on him and his brothers constantly, usually from her bedroom window. He wondered what might have happened if heâd paid more attention to her obvious crush.
âYou okay, Ethan?â
âYou must think Iâm a complete idiot,â he said, laughing in obvious embarrassment. âI canât believe Iâm standing here with you. Except youâre different. I keep trying to picture the little girl who lived here, but you donât lookââ
âAnything like the frumpy mouse I used to be?â
Ethan swiped a hand over his face. He obviously had no idea how to talk to females over the voting age anymore. âThere I go being an idiot again.â
It was her turn to laugh. âNo, the truth is I have a hard time believing how my life turned out.â
âDonât we all?â
Her head tilted. âYours didnât work out the way you wanted?â
A long time ago heâd wanted to play college football and then maybe even the pros. Fate and God had had other plans. Everything heâd worked for his whole life had shattered, along with his leg, in his senior year. Those dreams seemed so far away now.
âI always imagined playing in the NFL,â Ethan said.
âAnd instead youâre what?â
âIâm the principal of Covington Falls High.â
Her eyes widened in almost comical surprise. âHow did that happen?â
âI have no idea,â he said, in wry amusement. âMy wife used to ask the same question all the
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