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Tyler before her sister returned from the bank. The shop didn’t open until eleven, so she didn’t need to worry about taking care of customers for at least another hour. She quickly punched in his number and whispered a prayer. On the third ring the receptionist answered. Allison willed her voice to sound confident as she asked to speak to Tyler.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Lawrence is out of the office this morning. May I take a message?”
    “Yes. Mr. Lawrence showed me some designs last Tuesday, but our meeting was interrupted. I’ve been expecting him to call so we could set up another meeting.”
    “I’m sure he meant to get back to you, but he’s been sick for a few days.”
    Her heart jerked. “I hope it’s nothing serious.”
    “I really couldn’t say, but if you’d like to leave your name and number, I’ll let him know you called.”
    Allison left the information and hung up the phone. She glanced out the teashop’s front windows. Gray storm clouds gathered, and wind whistled in the eaves. Where was the promise of spring? She shivered and rubbed her arms.
    Over the past week her financial troubles had become increasingly clear. The anonymous check had been a wonderful gift that carried them through early March, but unless she could bring in more customers soon, her business was doomed.
    She closed her eyes. Father, I can’t live off my savings forever, and You know how much Tessa and Matt need the extra income. We have to start making a profit. I need Tyler's help for that, but I’m afraid I've botched things with him, and now he's sick.
    Little vines of worry wrapped around her heart as she considered the possibilities. How sick was he? Had he seen a doctor? Was anyone checking on him?

Chapter Four
    Allison slipped the heavy basket over her arm and rang Tyler’s doorbell. Her heartbeat surged in her ears as she strained to hear any sounds inside his apartment.
    Nothing. She bit her lip and rang again. This plan had to work. Her only hope was to make amends with Tyler and convince him to follow through on his offer to do free promotional work for Sweet Something.
    Finally, she heard a soft shuffle and the door swung open. Tyler looked out at her through red-rimmed, watery eyes. His baggy gray sweatpants and a wrinkled navy blue T-shirt made it look as though he had just crawled out of bed. He blinked at her. “Allie, what are you doing here?”
    Heat rose in her cheeks, and she forced a smile. “I called your office, and they told me you were sick, so I thought I’d bring you some lunch.”
    “Wow, that’s nice. Would you like to come in?” He stepped back and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry, things are kind of a mess.”
    “You don’t have to apologize. I can tell you’ve been sick.”
    He ran a hand over his bristly chin and sent her a sheepish grin. “I probably look worse than my apartment.”
    He looked adorable, but she quickly squelched that thought. “You look like a guy who needs to sit down and put his feet up.” She pointed toward the dark brown leather couch. “Go on.” Tyler obediently headed for the couch. He tossed his pillow to one end and straightened the blanket and sheet before he sat down. “So what’s in the basket?”
    She set it on the coffee table next to a worn, brown leather Bible. That surprised her. Of course she knew Tyler had prayed and asked Christ into his heart when he was twenty-one. She’d been with him that night. But everything she’d heard about him since he’d left Princeton made her doubt his sincerity. If he was serious about his faith, how could he have been arrested for drinking and driving? And worse yet, how could he have a reputation for being involved in a string of broken relationships? Her stomach clenched at that thought.
    Focusing on her basket, she folded back the blue tea towel. “I brought you some homemade chicken-noodle soup, blueberry muffins, applesauce, bottled water, tissues, and some cold and flu medication.” She felt a