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"Big-city crapola." He put out the stogie and led her inside, arm firmly around her shoulder. "Lilah!" he called. "Cherry! Look who the cat's dragged in."

Cherry, Matt and Hunter's younger sister, appeared at the kitchen door. The awkward-looking twelve-year-old girl had grown into an uncommonly beautiful woman. Tall, with dark hair and eyes like her brothers, she had inherited her mother's elegant features and pretty skin.

When she saw Avery she burst into a huge smile. "You made it. We've been worried sick." She crossed to Avery and hugged her. "That's no kind of a trip for a woman to make alone."

Such an unenlightened comment coming from a woman in her twenties took Avery aback. But as Matt had said earlier, she wasn't in the city anymore.

She hugged her back. "It wasn't so bad. Cab to Dullas, nonstop flight to New Orleans, a rental car here. The most harrowing part was retrieving my luggage."

"Big, tough career girl," Buddy murmured, sounding anything but pleased. "I hope you had a cell phone."

"Of course. Fully charged at all times." She grinned up at him. "And, you'll be happy to know, pepper spray in my purse."

"Pepper spray? Whatever for?" This came from Lilah Stevens.

"Self-protection, Mama," Cherry supplied, glancing over her shoulder at the older woman.

Lilah, still as trim and attractive as Avery remembered, crossed from the kitchen and caught Avery's hands. "Self-protection? Well, you won't be needing that here." She searched Avery's gaze. "Avery, sweetheart. Welcome home. How are you?"

Avery squeezed the other woman's hands, tears pricking her eyes. "I've been better, thanks."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Sorrier than I can express."

"I know. And that means a lot."

From the other room came the sound of a timer going off. Lilah released Avery's hands. "That's the pie."

The smells emanating from the kitchen were heavenly. Lilah Stevens had been the best cook in the parish and had consistently won baking prizes at the parish fair. Growing up, Avery had angled for a dinner invitation at every opportunity. "What kind of pie?" she asked.

"Strawberry. I know peach is your favorite but it's impossible to find a decent peach this time of year. And the first Louisiana berries are in. And delicious, I might add."

"Silly woman," Buddy interrupted. "The poor child is exhausted. Stop your yapping about produce and let the girl sit down."

"Yapping?" She wagged a finger at him. "If you want pie, Mr. Stevens, you'll have to get yourself down to the Azalea Cafe."

He immediately looked contrite. "Sorry, sugar-sweet, you know I was just teasing."

"Now I'm sugar-sweet, am I?" She rolled her eyes and turned back to Avery. "You see what I've put up with all these years?"

Avery laughed. She used to wish her parents could be more like Lilah and Buddy, openly affectionate and teasing. In all the years she had known the couple, all the time she had spent around their home, she had never heard them raise their voices at one another. And when they'd teased each other, like just now, their love and respect had always shown through.

In truth, Avery had often wished her mother could be more like Lilah. Good-natured, outgoing. A traditional woman comfortable in her own skin. One who had enjoyed her children, making a home for them and her husband.

It had seemed to Avery that her mother had enjoyed neither, though she had never said so aloud. Avery had sensed her mother's frustration, her dissatisfaction with her place in the world.

No, Avery thought, that wasn't quite right. She had been frustrated by her only child's tomboyish ways and defiant streak. She had been disappointed in her daughter's likes and dislikes, the choices she made.

In her mother's eyes, Avery hadn't measured up. Lilah Stevens had never made Avery feel she lacked anything. To the contrary, Lilah had made her feel not only worthy but special as well.