LITMIR.BIZ

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it doesn’t feel right to leave, don’t. It’s your house, your life. Your right to reverse course. But don’t move forward with something only to save face, or because that’s what everyone’s expecting—”

      Her gaze lowered, her uneaten food a blur. She felt her father’s touch on her wrist, as gentle-rough as his words. “Why do I get the feeling we’re not talking about me anymore?”

      She jerked her hand away, even as she laughed. Hyenaesque though it may have been. Because she had seen the writing on the wall with Chad. Like neon-hued graffiti, actually. But in spite of the troubles with Robbie, she’d clung to the relationship for far longer than she should have. Because she was so, so tired of...

      Of failing.

      “Hey,” she said, smiling. “You’re the one who can’t decide whether to sell his house or not.”

      But after she’d retreated once more to the room that still bore the scars of her youth—a hundred tiny pushpin pricks from long-gone posters, a red stain on the windowsill where a candle had melted and overflowed—the cold, hard truth came right with her, that she’d fallen into the very trap she’d sworn to avoid.

      Of letting desperation make a fool of her.

      Exactly like she had with Cole, all those years ago.

      She hurled her old teddy bear across the room, where it bounced off the closet door with a pathetic little squeak.

      * * *

      “So Sabrina’s back?” Cole’s sister said, stretching plastic wrap over the leftover salad.

      Yeah, he wondered how long it’d take before she brought up that particular subject. Figuring it best to jump the gun before the kids said something at dinner, he’d casually mentioned she’d been at the Colonel’s.

      “Yep,” Cole said, warring with himself about having a second piece of chocolate cake. With caramel filling. Sitting there on the counter, taunting him like some barely clad sex kitten in an X-rated dream. Squelching a sigh, he looked back at Diana, while in the family room beyond, her youngest and Cole’s two were watching some zombie flick, the expressions on their faces not a whole lot different than the characters on the screen. “Visiting, or something. Had no idea she was going to be there. Or she, us. What’re the odds, right?”

      “How is she?” Diana asked stiffly, and Cole smiled, even as he silently cussed out his brother-in-law for abandoning him to the she-wolf that was his sister. Some flimsy excuse about a crisis at his restaurant.

      “Down, sis. That was a long time ago.”

      Her eyes cut to his, then away again when she turned to grab the cake cover and rattle it over the plate, hiding temptation. “Just asking.”

      Even though she’d been married and a mother already when it became obvious Bree was no longer a part of Cole’s life—having been the center of it for so long—it was Diana who’d seen through his lousy attempt at stoicism and realized her baby brother was hurting. Never mind that he’d brought most of the pain on himself.

      “We talked, Di. Watched the kids play with the Colonel. That’s pretty much it. Hey,” he said to the mother of all skeptical looks, “you remember that dude you dated your senior year? What was his name?”

      Di frowned for a minute, then said, “You mean Stuart? Gosh—I haven’t thought of him in years.”

      “But back then you two were pretty tight, as I recall.”

      He couldn’t tell if Di was more shocked or amused. “You were seven, for pity’s sake. How would you...?”

      “I might’ve heard Mom and Dad talking. Sounding worried.” He shrugged, enjoying his sister’s blush. “So tell me—if you were to run into Stuart now, would you still feel anything?”

      “What? No! Why would I?” Cole lifted an eyebrow, and his sister sighed. “One word—Andy. Who wiped all thoughts of other guys out of my head the minute I met him. Also, Stuart didn’t break my heart.”

      “Bree didn’t—”

      “Cole. Please. Memory like a steel trap.”

      “Then how come you’re not remembering that I broke it off?”

      “Damage control doesn’t count. And besides...” Her gaze gentled. “Then there was Erin.”

      She stopped there. Thank God. Although there would have been a time when she wouldn’t have.

      “Look,” he said, “we ran into each other, we talked, she’ll go back to New York and I’m here. With my kids.” He glanced into the family room. “Speaking of damage control.”

      His sister leaned over to kiss him on top of his head. Like he was five, for God’s sake. Then she looked into the family room, her mouth curved down at the corners.

      “How are they doing?” She turned back to him. “And before you answer, I’ve survived three teenagers. My BS detector is top-of-the-line.”

      “You tell me. Since you watched them like a hawk all during dinner.”

      “This can’t be easy on them, leaving Philly, their friends...”

      “They’re cool with it, you guys are three houses away and it’s only for the summer.”

      “And then?”

      “Haven’t gotten that far.”

      “So you’re not going back to Philly.”

      Not if I can help it, he thought, then smiled for his concerned sister. “Keeping our options open for now. Di—it’s been a week. Give us a second, okay? Although I am thinking—if we stay here—of putting them in Sedgefield.”

      That got another disapproving look. “Public school was good enough for us, as I recall.”

      “For some of us, maybe.”

      His sister sucked in a short breath. “Sorry—”

      Cole held up a hand, cutting her off, then refolded his arms over his chest. “Sedgefield’s a better fit for the kids than any of the middle schools here, I checked. And I can afford it.” Which his parents hadn’t been able to, not on their professors’ salaries. For years, Cole had wondered how different things might have been, if he’d gone there. Although of course now he knew bullying could happen anywhere. And if he had, he wouldn’t have met Sabrina...

      Thereby saving himself a whole boatload of heartache.

      “And they were already in private school in Philly, anyway,” he said, seeing a mind-numbing, body-exhausting workout in his near future. Because if he dreamed about Sabrina tonight, he was a dead man. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said when Brooke slogged into the kitchen and collapsed into his arms. He’d never thought of himself as the kind of daddy to actually have a daddy’s girl, but what did he know? “Movie over?”

      She shook her head. “But my eyeballs were about to fall out of my head, it was so disgusting. Why do boys like stuff like that?”

      Diana chuckled. “A question I’ve been asking myself for years. Want another piece of cake?”

      “Di—”

      “Have you looked at your daughter recently? I swear she’s grown two inches in the week since you guys got here. Kid needs fuel.”

      “And I did eat two helpings of veggies,” Brooke said, all big green eyes. “And a salad—”

      “Okay, okay,” Cole said, laughing in spite of himself. And honestly, it wasn’t as if either of his two showed the slightest indication of having the same weight issues that had plagued Cole for so long—equating food with comfort, as some sort of compensation for whatever he’d believed was missing from his life. His own parents had turned a blind eye, for reasons Cole would never understand. But damned

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