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of late, her career hadn’t been nearly the comfort it had been at first.

      “Well, it’s me,” she said to June. “Does that make it worth the white lie you told your husband when you bent the truth?”

      “Oh, Kevin’s pretty good at math,” June assured her. “Among other things.”

      Irena’s view of June was restricted to the back of the latter’s blond head; but by the sound of it, there was a satisfied, mischievous smile on June’s lips.

      “Good for you,” Irena said, genuinely happy for the way her friend’s life had turned out.

      “So, how about you?” June pressed. “Are you married or anything yet?”

      Ah, the question her mother managed to work into the conversation every time she called, Irena thought.

      “No, I’m not ‘married or anything yet.’ And before you ask, there’s nobody special at the moment.”

      She’d thrown in the last three words as camouflage. Despite the fact that she’d actually been engaged for a while a few years ago—a mistake from the moment she’d said “yes”—there hadn’t been anyone really special in her life. Not since Ryan. Even that had turned out to be a lie. Ryan had never been the person she’d thought he was.

      No, she upbraided herself sternly. He’d turned out to be exactly the person she’d thought he was. She’d just believed he’d changed for her. God, how could she have been so naive? From the moment he’d hit puberty, Ryan Hayes had been the Hades resident “bad boy,” so good-looking that it’d been impossible for any female with a pulse to look at him without feeling instant infatuation.

      In a state where there were seven men for every woman, Ryan Hayes had far more than his share of adoring females available to him. Tall, dark, with incredible green eyes and a look that made hearts pound wildly, he had been as faithful as a honeybee in the middle of spring, flying from one willing flower to the next. But for a while—three years to be exact—she’d believed Ryan when he had sworn that he was being faithful to her.

      She’d believed him when he’d promised to go away with her to college. She remembered how proud of herself she’d been. Ryan was two years older than she was, and he’d had no intentions of furthering his education. She actually thought she’d talked him into it. She’d believed him when he told her that he’d been accepted by the same university that she had. Believed him even though he remained evasive whenever she asked to see his acceptance letter.

      What an idiot she’d been. But she’d wanted to believe in him—in them—so much that, in hindsight, she’d stubbornly overlooked so many of the telltale signs. She’d thought that others, envious of Ryan’s looks and his money, were telling lies about him in an effort to break them up.

      She went right on believing that they were destined for a fairy tale life and that everything was going to work out for the best. Until the night she walked in on him and Trisha Brooks without a stitch of clothing between them, obviously consumed with the intent to create their own fire.

      As she ran out, she could almost literally feel her heart breaking within her chest. Stunned, she wasn’t sure which of them she’d been angrier with—Trisha who had always maintained that she was one of her closest friends or Ryan, to whom she’d given her heart and her soul as well as her body.

      In the end, she forgave Trisha because she knew firsthand how persuasive Ryan could be, how just being around him could make a woman forsake her common sense. But she refused to forgive Ryan. She finally admitted that she had been deluding herself all that time about their future together. There was no future. Coming to grips with that had hurt like hell, because, even though she’d initially tried to resist, she’d wound up loving him with all her heart.

      And she still loved him. An ache filtered all through her. Despite her ambitions, her goal to become a topflight criminal lawyer, her young world had revolved around Ryan. He was the center of everything for her.

      Once she realized that he didn’t love her the way she loved him, her sense of loss was almost overwhelming. In the days that followed her discovery, she went into a tailspin, simultaneously numb and in agony. A sense of indifference came over her, holding her prisoner. She was going to give it all up—her ambitions, her dreams of being a lawyer, college, everything. Not to remain with Ryan, she knew there was no way that was going to happen, but because she’d lost her drive, her spark, her very focus.

      It was her grandfather, Yuri, who sat down with her and slowly, patiently, talked her back to the land of the living. And it was Yuri who, filled with pride and together with her mother, came to see her graduate with top honors three years later. And again three years after that when she graduated from law school.

      She’d fast-tracked her studies for both her undergraduate and her law degree. She deliberately excluded everything and anything that didn’t have to do with her studies. For six years, she didn’t have a personal life outside of those times when her grandfather and her mother came to visit her. It was the only way she could get over Ryan.

      After law school, she’d gone to work at one of the most prestigious law firms in Seattle, Farley & Roberson. When her mother, Wanda, realized that she was never coming back to Hades, she had moved down to Seattle to be with her. Shortly after her move, Wanda, having lost her husband to a mining accident more than twenty years ago, met someone. A year later, she was Mrs. Jon Alexander and happy beyond belief.

      Irena supposed that, in an indirect way, she had Ryan to thank for her mother’s happiness. Wanda Yovich would have never moved to Seattle and wound up being Wanda Alexander if she hadn’t told her mother she was never coming back to Hades. Because of Ryan.

      Irena leaned her forehead against the window, looking at the desolate land.

      Funny how “never” wound up having a finite life span. But she knew in her heart once she received her grandfather’s phone call telling her that Ryan Hayes had been found dead by his younger brother, Brody, when he’d come home two nights ago, that she was going back to Hades. There was no way she could stay away.

      Ten years ago, after her grandfather’s pep talk, she’d come to terms with the fact that she and Ryan would never be married, that the very concept of their marriage would have been a disaster waiting to happen. But she had to admit she felt absolutely awful as she tried to imagine a world without him.

      Even now, as she waited for June to finally land the small passenger plane, Irena could feel her eyes beginning to sting once more as the impact of the loss struck her again.

       Get angry, idiot. In the end, he treated you like dirt. You know that. He’s not worth your tears.

      But it wasn’t in her to be angry—not anymore. Time and distance had allowed her to view the past in a calmer frame of mind. She wasn’t that heartbroken eighteen-year-old. She was twenty-eight and, having dealt with a larger cross-section of humanity in Seattle than she ever could have if she’d remained in Hades, she viewed things differently now. She could see why Ryan had been the way he had, at least in part.

      When it came to the reasons for Ryan’s wanton, misguided behavior, there was an incredible amount of blame to lay at more than just one doorstep. For starters, nothing was expected of him. Born to wealth, he had none of the pressures that the average person in Hades was faced with. Ryan didn’t have to hustle, didn’t have to try to help support his family, or even himself for that matter. Life didn’t present him with any challenges, other than seeing just how many women he could bed.

      In addition, he had no immediate role models to turn to. Certainly not his father. Eric Hayes had moved to Alaska, specifically to Hades, with his two young sons when he’d lost his wife in a freak boating accident. At the time, Hades was as far away from humanity as he could go without literally moving into a cave.

      Some people said that the reason for his downward spiral was because he couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he might have been able to save his wife from a watery grave but had been too involved in saving himself to notice that she

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