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Okay, sorry this chapter took so long to get out. My life's been a bit on the hectic side as of late. I don't know how long it will be before the next chapter comes out, but it will come out. This chapter is in past tense, because Evelyn's remembering what happened, but the next chapter will be back in present tense. Thanks to volley07 for betaing! You're a great help! I hope you all enjoy!

I was sitting outside on the bottom front step, waiting for Remy to get off work so that we could walk home together. My feet were stretched out in front of me and crossed at the ankles. I was leaning back with my elbows resting on the step behind me. I had my head tilted back, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. The sound of snow being crunched underneath someone's shoes told me I was no longer alone. I shifted my gaze to look in front of me as I sat up.

She was small, and I knew she couldn't have been any older than four hundred years. Her soft, light brown curls fell just past her shoulders, but it was her big, brown eyes that caught my attention. They were vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't quite place where I'd seen them before. She was wearing a rich, red velvet dress with short sleeves and a Venice lace adornment set at an empire waist. Rosettes embellished the lace, giving it an elegant touch. It fell just slightly past her knees. White tights covered her legs and black dress shoes donned her feet. She looked nervous, standing there with her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

"Are you lost, sweetie?" I asked her in a kind voice.

She shook her head. "I came to wait for my brother." Her voice was soft and unsure.

"Oh, well, I'm waiting for my brother too. You can wait with me if you'd like."

She shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

I smiled. "That's a very good thing. My name is Evelyn, but you can call me Evy. I work here," I told her, holding my hand out for her to shake.

She reached up to shake my hand timidly as she replied, "I'm Jenna. My brother works here, too."

"It's very nice to meet you, Jenna," I said, taking my hand back. I patted the step beside me. "Now that we know each other, would you like to sit down and wait with me?"

She nodded and sat down beside me smiling. "What now?"

"Well, I was admiring the constellations. We could admire them together."

Her face screwed up in confusion. "What's a con-sa-lay-shun?"

I laughed. "A con-stel-la-tion. It's a group of stars that make a picture. Let me show you." I looked up at the sky, trying to spot an easy one. I mentally went down the list of constellations easily spotted in May and quickly found one that had always fascinated me. "Ah! You see that bunch of stars right there?" I asked, scooting closer so I could trace the stars where she could see.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, that constellation is called Centaurus, because it resembles a Centaur."

"A what?"

I couldn't help but giggle at the look on her face. "It's a cross between a man and a horse. See, from here down," I motioned from my waist down, "it had the body of a horse. And from here up," this time I motioned from my waist up, "it has the body of a man."

"Oh," Jenna said, looking back up at the stars I had outlined for her. She scrunched up her face in concentration and tilted her head to one side. Then her eyes opened wide and she squealed gleefully, "I see it! Show me another one!"

I grinned and looked back up at the sky. "Let me see," I murmured as I searched. "Okay, see those stars?" She nodded. "That constellation is called Virgo, the Maiden. It's the astrological sign of people born between August 23rd and September 22nd. I'm a Virgo."

"Really? When's your birthday?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"September 16th."

"My birthday's February 14th. What's my sign?!"

"A Valentine's baby," I commented. She nodded. I though about it for a moment. "You're an Aquarius, the Water Bearer."

"Is it up there?" She pointed to the sky.

"It sure is, but it'll be hard to find tonight. It's best seen in October." Her face fell, and I didn't want her to be sad, so I told her, "Ask your parents if you can come back in October, and I'll show it to you."

The sad look didn't entirely fade, though it did dissipate a little. "I don't have any parents. Momma died when I was born and Daddy died a little while later. Bubba says Daddy died of a broken heart."

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"It's okay," she replied. "Bubba takes real good care of me."

"So it's just you and your brother?"

"Uh-huh."

"He must love you very much." She smiled and nodded. We sat there in silence for a few minutes before a thought crossed my mind. "Jenna, do you have a baby sitter?"

She shifted uncomfortably again. "'Course I do. Bubba would never leave me home alone."

"Then where is your baby sitter?"

Jenna sighed. "At my house."

I started to say something else, but a voice behind us stopped me. "Jenna? What are you doing here?"

"Bubba!" she cried, standing and bounding up the stairs. My eyes were wide, and I forgot how to breathe momentarily. I knew that voice. I blinked, took a deep breath, stood up, and turned around. Sure enough, there was Bernard, holding Jenna in his arms, and I suddenly knew why her eyes looked so familiar. "This is Evy. She was showing me the con-" She paused, her face scrunching up in concentration. "Con-stel-la-tions." She looked at me. "Right?"

I couldn't stop the smile that touched my lips as I nodded. "Right."

Jenna beamed at Bernard, but she squirmed nervously under his stern gaze. "You're not supposed to talk to strangers," Bernard scolded her.

"She didn't," I piped up, causing him to look at me. I fought hard not to squirm under his intense gaze. "We've been introduced."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Jenna nodded zealously. "Yep!" Then she squirmed until he sat her down. She bounded down the steps to stand by me, pointing up at Bernard. "This is my brother, Bernard."

I smiled down at her. "I know your brother, Jenna."

She tilted her head to the side, much like she'd done earlier. "You do?"

"Mm-hmm," I replied while nodding.

She spun around to look up at Bernard, who was watching us with his arms crossed and a neutral expression. "You know Evy?"

He sighed as he uncrossed his arms and walked down the steps. "Yeah, I know her."

"She's really nice!"

"I know she is, Jenna," he said, causing my eyebrows to shoot up, but I didn't say anything. "Where's Mrs. Carrol?"

Jenna shifted like she had when I asked a similar question earlier. "She fell asleep. I didn't want to be alone, and she wouldn't wake up."

"Jenna, you just can't leave like that. If Mrs. Carrol wakes up, she'll be worried sick."

She sighed heavily. "I know. I'm sorry." Then her eyes lit up. "But I met Evy! If I stayed at home, Evy would still be a stranger." She beamed up at me.

"That's true, but Bernard's right, Jenna." I knelt down so that I was eye level with her. "You know, Mrs. Carrol used to baby-sit me and my brother, and when she'd fall asleep, I'd sneak out, too."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes wide. Bernard's eyebrows shot up questioningly, as if he wasn't sure I was helping any.

"Really," I continued, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "But one night after I snuck out, it started snowing really bad, and I couldn't see anything. I got lost because I couldn't see the way home."

"What happened?" she asked breathlessly. Bernard was watching me with curiosity, like he was interested in what happened, too.

"I curled up under a tree, trying to stay warm. I don't know how long I was there, but I remember wishing I was at home in my nice warm bed. I started thinking about my brother, about how I wished he was with me. A few minutes later, he was there. He had led my daddy right to the tree I was under. They told me later that I'd been missing for a little over an hour before Remy ran out the door, saying he knew where I was."

"How did he know?" Bernard asked this time, surprising me into looking up at him. The butterflies went crazy.

"Yeah, how?" Jenna repeated in awe.

I stood up and turned to look at the doors to the workshop, an endearing smile on my lips. "Jeremiah's my twin." I looked down at Jenna to explain, "That means we have the exact same birthday."

"Really?!"

"Yep." I turned back toward the doors. "They say that twins share a special bond, deeper than most siblings. We can sense what the other one's feeling or thinking every now and then. We even have our own special language."

"Wow!" she exclaimed softly, and I turned my gaze back to her. She spun around really fast, almost falling over, but I reached down to put a hand on her back to steady her, beating Bernard who had been reaching for her arm. He looked a little surprised, and started to say something, but Jenna was already asking, "Do you know her brother, too?"

He nodded as he shifted his gaze from me to her. "Yeah, I do. He looks just like Evelyn."

She spun back around to me. "Just like you?"

"Well, his hair is shorter and not as curly, but yeah, just like me," I said giggling.

"Can I meet him, Bubba, please?" she pleaded, turning to look back up at Bernard.

Bernard's eyes met mine, and I could tell he was asking for help. I didn't blame him for not wanting to introduce Jenna to Remy. Remy would find a way to tease him mercilessly afterward, despite Bernard being his boss. It would probably be all over the shop in two days. Ignoring my heart's objections, I lowered my eyes from his to look at Jenna. She was looking back and forth between us now. "Remy's pretty busy tonight, Jenna. How about some other time?"

"Alright," she said in a disappointed voice, her gaze lowering to the snow on the ground. Then she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand, making her ten times more adorable.

"Come on, Jenna. You need to be in bed," Bernard said in a gentle tone, holding his hand out to her. I had to fight the smile that threatened to form on my lips. It would have revealed too much of what I was feeling.

"I don't wanna go!" she cried, stomping her foot, causing a puff of snow to fly into the air. "I wanna stay and look at the constellations!"

I couldn't help what I did next. I laughed. Jenna grinned up at me broadly while Bernard glared at me, letting me know I wasn't helping. "Sorry," I mumbled once my laughter had died down, shaking my head. I was about to say they could stay a bit longer, if he was okay with it, when a tingle manifested itself in my stomach. I looked down at her and said, "Actually, Jenna, I have to go now, too."

Jenna pouted while looking up at me. "Do you have to?"

"Yep. Remy's done, so he'll be here in a few minutes," I directed the last at Bernard, looking up at him. He blinked. I think he was surprised that I was warning him so that he and Jenna could be gone before Remy came out. He gave me a grateful smile, the first smile that he had ever directed my way, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"How do you know he's done?" Jenna asked.

"Because of the twin thing I was telling you about," I said, smiling down at her. "Now go on home and go to bed. The stars will be out tomorrow night. I'll even send some books home with Bernard that taught me how to spot constellations, okay?"

"Really? Thank you, Evy!" she cried, giving me a quick hug, which I returned with a small laugh. Then she grabbed hold of Bernard's hand and began dragging him down the street after saying good-bye. She started rambling on and on about the constellations I had shown her, though she mispronounced Centaurus. Bernard waved to me, and I gave a little wave back. Then he turned around to listen intently to his sister. I watched them disappear from sight, not noticing when Jeremiah walked up behind me.

"What are you staring at? And why are you smiling like that?" he asked from right behind me, making me "eep!" and jump.

"Remy!" I scolded as he laughed. As his questions registered in my mind, I felt my cheeks starting to heat up. "I-I don't know what you mean," I stuttered.

"You were staring off in that direction," he said, motioning toward the street Bernard and Jenna had disappeared down, "with this dreamy smile. I'm not blind or stupid, Evelyn. What's going on?"

The heat in my cheeks increased. "Just… don't worry about it, Remy. Let's go home."

I started walking toward the street our house was on, and he jogged after me until he was walking beside me. I could feel his curiosity through our link, but he didn't push the matter. I was glad he didn't, because I really didn't feel like explaining to my brother that I was in love with our boss. He would bombard me with an array of questions I didn't want to answer. Hours later I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, worrying over my situation. I was officially screwed, because I'd fallen for the one guy I couldn't have.

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