All A Heart Needs B&N by Barbara Freethy

beautiful seaside town with its warm people and legends of shipwrecks and gold, but Angel's Bay had been Travis's town. San Francisco felt more like her.
    As Sean made a couple of decisive turns, she asked, "So where are we going?"
    "You'll see."
    "You're being mysterious."
    "It's easier to show than to tell."
    "Okay, now I'm intrigued."
    He flashed her a smile, and she was happy to see his earlier tension had disappeared.
    "Just the way I want you," he said.
    "What is this part of town called?"
    "The Haight. You've probably heard of Haight Ashbury. It was made famous in the sixties when the flower children and hippies descended on San Francisco."
    "I have heard of the Haight. My mom spent a summer here."
    "Maybe the Summer of Love," he said lightly. "The neighborhood has changed in the last forty years, but it hasn't strayed too far from its roots of rebellion."
    She could see that, noting the eclectic mix of tattoo parlors, vintage clothing stores, and even a used record store. "I can't believe someone still sells records. Who could play them anymore?"
    "I still have a record player. It belonged to my biological mom. I remember her putting on records when she ironed. It's one of my very few memories of her."
    "Wow, I don't ever remember my mother ironing. She just threw things into the dryer and let them spin."
    He grinned. "That usually works for me."
    "Look at that—Madame Elisabeth's Dance Studio," she said, pointing out the window at a very old building. "That place was famous. My mom took tap lessons there."
    "It looks like it's been closed for a while."
    "Madame Elisabeth died about seven years ago. I remember reading about it. She was a real character in the dance community. She danced into her seventies if you can believe that. I met her when I was a kid. She came to one of my mom's dance classes in Vegas. I remember that she had bright red hair and really red lipstick. She was not a person to be ignored." Jessica paused. "Sad that the studio is closed. I've actually been thinking about taking a dance class. It's been three years since I danced. I'm starting to miss it."
    "I'm sure there are other studios in the city."
    "True. I'll have to look into it once I get Kyle settled into a routine. Sharing parenting duties with Nicole has actually given me a little more time than I had before. And until I figure out what I want to do for money, I might as well dance."
    "It's nice that you don't have to decide something right now."
    "I'm lucky that Travis left me a nest egg, but eventually I will need a job. All I've ever done is dance. I guess it's time to learn something new."
    "Is it? Why not dance?"
    "I'm getting too old, it's a lot of night work, and there are just a lot of reasons why not," she finished, waving her hand in the air.
    He shot her a thoughtful look. "You seem to have a love-hate relationship with dancing, Jess. Why is that?"
    "Well, on one hand, dancing was the only thing my mom and I shared, and it was the only thing that she ever watched me do. She even admitted I was good. When she taught at the dance school, we were together a lot, but when she was dancing in shows or in music videos, she was gone. So, dancing took her away from me, too. She loved being on stage much more than she loved being a mom. I was an accident. She didn't really want a child, but she couldn't bring herself to get rid of me."
    "Because she loved you," Sean said.
    "She did—in her own way. Sometimes that way was difficult to understand."
    "I get that."
    She knew he did, because while her mom was quite different than Jack Callaway, both she and Sean had had trouble relating to their parents. But Sean had been lucky to have a second parent in Lynda. She'd only had her mother.
    "I don't think you're too old to dance," Sean continued. "Not if Madame Elisabeth danced into her seventies."
    "She was special."
    "What about teaching?"
    "I have considered that, but I'm not sure I could follow someone else's style or program."
    "You could