Jack could hear the higher-pitched sound of Maggie's voice, coming through the speaker of the phone. Arlene cut her off. "This isn't a game, Maggie. This is my life. And Jack's life. And you had no business ..." She shook her head. "No. No. I'm not going to argue with you. You get home and-No, you can't speak to Jack," she exhaled on something that sounded like laughter but was, in fact, disbelief. "Get. Home. Now."

She cut the connection, turned back and aimed her fury at Jack. But it was mixed with despair and that was what came out when she spoke. "Please," she begged him. "Please. Just ... go."

He nodded and got to his feet. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "See. Not have s.e.x. Although do let me know if you change your mind."

The look she gave him was so black, he immediately backpedaled. "I'll stop with the teasing," he said. "I'm kidding when I say things like that, okay?"

She shook her head, half laughing again, but also rolling her eyes in exasperation. "There's no point in-"

"Spending a pleasant afternoon with a friend," he finished for her. "There's always a point to that. Let's have lunch. We can drive out to Baldwin's Bridge, eat down by the marina."

"Don't you work?" she asked.

"All the time," Jack said. "In fact, I'm writing an article on Governor Patrick's reinstatement of the Ma.s.sachusetts Film Council. I'll finish it tonight, have tomorrow completely free. Come on. We can walk on the beach, stick our feet in the ocean."

She was wavering. "I don't know...."

"Say yes," he whispered, his hope growing into something real, taking root in his stomach, in his soul. It was that hope that made him reach for her, and he slid his hand into her hair, his palm brushing the smoothness of her cheek, her curls soft between his fingers as he held her there, leaning in to caress her lips with his own in the briefest of kisses.

He wanted, more than anything, to crush her against him, to kiss her the way he'd kissed her that magic night in Copley Square.

But he didn't. He stepped back. He let her go.

"I'll call you later," he said. And he made himself walk out the door.

Chapter Five.

Jack had left that stupid diamond ring behind.

As Arlene stood in Will's living room, waiting for Maggie to come home, she knew she couldn't leave that jeweler's box sitting there, open like that. It would only fuel her daughter's fantasy.

And at the same time, she didn't want to touch it.

She didn't want to get a closer look, and be tempted to do something stupid.

Like try it on.

She picked it up, briskly snapped it shut and was trying to figure out where to stash it when the door buzzer sounded again.

She jammed it into one of the deep recesses of her slouchy, oversized carry-all, then went to the door, hoping that Maggie had again forgotten her keys, but knowing that ...

Yeah. It was Jack standing out there again. No doubt he'd come back for his ring.

But when she opened the door, he apologized.

"Sorry to ... I just, uh, I wasn't even down the stairs when Maggie called. She asked me to give you a message-to tell you that she's not coming home, and I told her I wouldn't, that she was going to have to talk to you herself ...? But then she texted me and ..."

He held out his phone.

Maybe mom wont have 2 go back if *I* get pregnant. Tell her ill b back in the morning.

Arlene shifted her horrified gaze from Jack's phone to his worried eyes. "Oh, s.h.i.t," she said, as he tried calling Maggie back.

He shook his head-she wasn't picking up. "She's not serious," he rea.s.sured Arlene. "We'll find her-we should start by calling her friends."

But Arlene shook her head. "I don't ... Her friends-they're just names to me. I don't have ..."

"I'll call Will and Dolphina." Jack flipped through his phone's address book. "We're going to find her, Leen. She's just ... This is a threat-her way of holding her breath till she gets what she wants."

"You don't know her," she said, and as the words left her mouth, her heart clenched because the truth was, Arlene didn't know her own daughter anymore.

"You gonna let me in?" Jack asked, and as she stepped back, opening the door wider, she felt the last of her control slip and she burst into tears.

Chapter Six.

Before tonight, Jack had never seen Arlene Schroeder cry. Not like this, with deep, body-shaking sobs, as if her world were coming to an end.

He'd seen her d.a.m.n near frothing at the mouth with anger. He'd seen her frustrated and humiliated and joyful and proud and giddy with laughter. He'd seen her fight not to cry, furtively wiping away any moisture, so that no one could see her tears.

He'd seen her green eyes filled with pa.s.sion and, d.a.m.nit, love-that was love he'd seen that night as she'd pulled his head down to kiss him, their bodies moving, straining together.

"I got maybe thirty seconds, Lloyd, so make it fast or I'll talk to you later." Will's voice was loud and clear through Jack's phone.

"I'm at your place," Jack informed Arlene's brother as he put his arms around her still-shaking shoulders. "Maggie's in trouble. Arlene's melting down. You and Dolph need to get over here-now."

He didn't let his old friend reply, he just hung up his phone, tossing the d.a.m.n thing onto the rug, so he could wrap himself more completely around Arlene.

Who slapped him away. "Don't touch me!" She was now trying-and coming close to succeeding-to stop her tears, to jam her emotional outburst back inside. But the look on her face broke his heart, and he couldn't keep himself from reaching for her again.

"We'll find her," he promised her again. "Will and Dolphina are on their way home. We'll make a list of all of Maggie's friends-"

Again, she pushed him away, striding into the living room where a box of tissues sat on Will's computer desk. "None of whom I've met. Lizzie, Beth, Paloma, Inez, Keisha, Jason, Mike." She blew her nose forcefully. "I don't even know their last names."

"Will and Dolphina will know."

"I'm her mother." Despite her best efforts, Arlene's tears again overflowed. "I should know. I should be here."

"Yeah," Jack said. "You should."

And there they stood, looking at each other.

"I don't want to go back," Arlene whispered. The tip of her nose was pink, which made her attempts to wipe away her tears rather useless. But she straightened her shoulders and kept her lower lip from trembling. "But I have to. I made a promise."

"But when's your debt repaid?" Jack asked her quietly. "This war's gone on too long. And I've read the reports. Your being over there-our being over there ... It isn't making things safer here, for Maggie, for any of us. How do you reconcile that?"

"I don't," Arlene admitted. "And I hate being there. I hate it, Jack. But I made a promise. If called upon, I would serve."

"The government made a promise to you that they haven't kept," he pointed out.

"That's a matter of opinion," she countered. "For the sole sake of argument, let's a.s.sume-I don't believe you are, but let's a.s.sume-you're right. They broke their promise, not just to me, but to everyone in the Reserves and the National Guard, by extending our tours, by creating the stop-loss program that says we can't leave, even if we want to. Okay, great. It sucks. I'm with you there. But nearly everyone overseas has someone who is growing up without them, Jack. Everyone has someone they miss with all of their heart. Every one of us wants to come home." She shook her head. "I made a promise to serve," she said again, her green eyes filled with conviction.

And now Jack was the one fighting his tears. He held out his hand to this woman who awed him despite their disagreement, this woman who took the lofty ideas of honor and duty and lived them, every day, with every breath she took.

"Will and Dolphina will be here soon," he tried to rea.s.sure her. "We'll find Maggie."

"And then what?" Arlene asked, sadness in her eyes. "After we find her? How do I make her understand that I have to go back?"

Chapter Seven.

They were four blocks from home, stopped at a traffic light, when Robin's cell phone rang.

"Hey, thanks for calling me back," he said, and Jules knew it was Dolphina, his personal a.s.sistant, on the other end. "You changed the pa.s.sword on the office computer without telling me-" He laughed. "No, I'm not going to go in there and mess up your organizational-No, I just needed to check my schedule because I got asked to fill in, last minute, as the host of Sundance Channel's indy film awards and ... Yeah. No, Art called me directly. They called him and ... It's two weeks from Sat.u.r.day and ... Yeah, I want to do it."

The light turned green and Jules tried not to burn rubber as he hit the gas.

But then Robin said, "Oh, c.r.a.p. She's not serious, is she?"

Jules glanced at him, and he mouthed the word Maggie, then We need to go to Will's, then said into the phone. "No, we're still in the car. No. No, Dolph. Really. Jules won't mind-he loves Maggie, too. This falls under emergency. The more people you've got looking for her, the better. We'll be right there." He snapped his phone shut as their driveway came into view.

And Jules did indeed love Maggie, too, but d.a.m.n.

"What's going on?" he asked as he drove past their house and headed west, to Newton.

Chapter Eight.

Will and Dolphina were helping-and yet really not helping.

Jack watched Arlene as Will pulled a list of Maggie's friends-full names, cell phone numbers, parents' names and phone numbers and addresses-up on his computer. She was beyond grateful that her brother had kept such close tabs on Maggie while she was gone, but Jack knew that she also hated the fact that Will had the information that she clearly felt she should've known.

They went down the list quickly-with Will and Arlene calling the parents and Dolphina, who'd recently taken Maggie and her friends out for pizza and a movie, calling the kids.

Jack took the opportunity to send another text to Maggie. He'd been firing them off ever since he'd gotten her alarming message, hoping to get a response.

Halfway down the list, Jules and Robin Ca.s.sidy showed up and joined the effort-Robin helping with the calls, and Jules doing his best to hack into Maggie's e-mail account out on the living room computer.

But none of Maggie's friends knew where the girl was. Even more disturbing was the fact that there had been no play rehearsal scheduled for today.

"When did she start lying?" Arlene asked her brother, who shook his head.

"Maggie doesn't lie," Will said.

"Well, she did today," Arlene pointed out sharply. "Clearly you've been setting a great example."

"You have no idea how hard it is." Dolphina was quick to defend Will. "How hard Will works to-"

"I have no idea how hard it is?" Arlene bristled, her fear for Maggie combining with her frustration and, yes, her jealousy, and expressing itself as anger at Dolphina-this stranger who she felt knew her daughter better than she did.

Jack was on the verge of throwing himself on that grenade when Robin beat him to it. The movie star slipped into the seat next to Arlene at the kitchen table.

"She's an amazing kid," Robin told her. "I think we're all in agreement about that, all right? And okay, maybe she went a little too far, drama-wise, tonight. A little too Parent Trap, but you've got to give her props for creativity. And you've got to love her ability to hope. She still believes in fairy-tale happily-ever-afters, but she's also willing to fight-a little dirty, okay, that's true-but remember she's trying to win that perfect happy ending. Not just for you, Arlene, but for herself, too."

And the last of Arlene's anger deflated, leaving behind only sadness. "I'm sorry," she said to Dolphina. "I really do appreciate everything you've done for Maggie. I do. I just-"

"It's okay," the younger woman rea.s.sured her. "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you. I do know how rough it is for Maggie, though. I can tell you with complete conviction that she would never do something like this when you're gone. She lives each day, trying so hard to make you proud of her. She's careful never to do anything that might even remotely get you upset. She doesn't want you distracted when you're out there."

"She crosses off the days on the calendar," Will quietly told his sister, coming out of Maggie's tiny bedroom, holding a Battlestar Galactica calendar-Lieutenant Starbuck on the front in a devil-may-care pose. "Like she's in prison, counting down the hours until the end of her sentence-until the day you get to come home. Only here it is. You're finally home. And look." He opened the calendar to May-holy s.h.i.t, was it already May?

"She's still crossing off the days," Will continued, "but now she's counting down to the day that you're going to leave again. You're safe-but it's not going to last. There's an end date, Leenie, and she's gotta be dreading it. G.o.d knows I am."

"Let me tell you what it's like," Robin told Arlene, taking her hands because, once again, her eyes had filled with tears. "Jules just spent over a week in Afghanistan, and while he was gone, Arlene, I swear to G.o.d, I didn't breathe. There was not a single second of that entire time that I wasn't hyper-aware that he was someplace dangerous. I didn't even escape it at night, because when I finally did fall asleep? I dreamed about him being in danger. Fourteen days, and I'm ready to tear my hair out." He touched the top of his head. "Not that there's a lot left right now to tear, but you know what I mean."

As Jack watched, she nodded.

"And I was in Kabul, which is a relatively safe part of the country," Jules said, and they all looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a piece of paper in his hands. He held it up. "Got her. According to an e-mail she sent at 1500 this afternoon, her partner in crime is someone named Lizzie. She's over at her house."

"Liz Milton," Dolphina said, whipping out her cell phone and dialing. "That girl lied, right to my face."

"Wait," Arlene stopped her. "Maggie told me about Lizzie in one of her e-mails. Doesn't she live nearby?" She looked from Dolphina to Will.

Will answered, "Her parents have a condo across the street."

"I don't want to call and have Maggie leave and go somewhere else." Arlene turned to Dolphina, and swallowed the last of the lingering jealousy she had to be feeling for the younger woman. "Please, she admires you so much. Will you go over there, and ... and talk to her?"

Dolphina nodded. "Of course."