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in the treatment of childhood infections than his practice could afford. There was a certain very pricey piece of state-of-the-art equipment he wanted to buy.

      As he talked, Jenna tried to keep her mind on what he was saying, tried not to think about Mack, about how angry she was, how trapped she felt. About what in the world she was going to do now.

      “Jenna? You still with me?”

      “Of course. I’m right here. How’s the food there—and are you getting enough sleep?”

      “The food? I’ve had worse. And yes, I’m getting plenty of sleep. What about you? Miss me?”

      “Desperately.”

      He chuckled. “Don’t overplay it. I’ll become suspicious.”

      Suspicious. Oh, Lord. If he only knew.

      And he should know. She would have to tell him.

      But not now. Not on the phone from seven hundred miles away.

      She’d tell him when she could sit down with him, face-to-face, after he returned home.

      He asked, “So what are you and Lacey up to tonight?”

      “We’re not. I came home and there was a note on the fridge. A hot date, it said.”

      “I didn’t know Lacey was seeing someone in Meadow Valley.”

      “I don’t think she is. It’s probably just one of her old high school friends, Mira or Maud—or maybe both.”

      “The terrible twins. Scary.” He spoke jokingly. But he wasn’t joking, not really. Logan had never approved of Lacey’s old friends. He didn’t much approve of Lacey, either, though he always treated her kindly, partly for Jenna’s sake and also because he liked to think of himself as Lacey’s “honorary” older brother.

      “The twins are all grown up now,” Jenna reminded him. “And they’ve settled down considerably. They haven’t spray-painted obscenities on high school walls or gotten caught breaking and entering for years. Maud’s married and a mother—and a darn good one, from what I hear.”

      “That’s reassuring,” Logan muttered dryly. “Seriously. Is Lacey all right? She seemed a little…subdued the other day.” Logan had been at the house when Lacey had first arrived from L.A.

      “She’s fine. Just taking a break from the rat race, she said. A few weeks in her hometown. Some rest and relaxation. Oh, and she also mentioned that a certain gallery owner had been talking about showcasing her work. Evidently the deal fell through somehow.”

      “A disappointment.” His tone was knowing.

      “That’s what it sounded like to me. So if she seems a little down, that’s probably why.”

      “She’ll get over it.”

      “Of course she will.”

      “What she ought to do is get a real job. She’s twenty-five years old, after all. Time to make a few realistic decisions. There’s no reason she couldn’t move back to Meadow Valley permanently. That house of your mother’s is half hers now. As soon as you and I get married, she could have it to herself. Plenty of room to set up a studio and paint in her spare time. She ought to—”

      “Logan,” Jenna cut in gently.

      He was silent, then he chuckled. “I know, I know. None of my business. But she is your sister. And I worry about her.”

      “I know you do. And it’s very sweet of you.”

      “Tell me again how much you miss me.” She could picture the loving smile on his handsome face. The image made her feel about two inches tall.

      “Jenna? Are you there?”

      “I miss you,” she said. “A lot. And I…” Her throat closed up. She had to swallow before she could get the words out. “I love you. Very much.”

      “And I love you, Jenna Bravo. Did you get those papers in the mail from Florida yet?”

      “Uh. No. No, I’m afraid that I didn’t.”

      “Well. It’s only been a few days. We have to exercise a little patience, I suppose.”

      “That’s right. Logan, I…” But no, she told herself again. Not now. It’s not right to tell him something like this over the phone.

      “What is it?” Concern threaded his voice. “Is something wrong?”

      “No. Nothing. Nothing at all. I just…I’ll be glad when you’re home.”

      Softly he agreed, “So will I.”

      Jenna hung up feeling like a two-timer, a woman of questionable moral character, dishonest and bad. She could have killed Mack McGarrity. She muttered a few choice expletives under her breath.

      And then, before reason could reassert itself, she got out the phone book and looked up the number of the Northern Empire Inn.

      She dialed it quickly, and when the operator answered, she growled, “Mack McGarrity’s room, please.”

      He picked up after the first ring. “McGarrity here.” His voice, so deep and firm and resonant, vibrated along her nerves, sent a shiver moving just beneath the surface of the skin.

      She could hear a television in the background, a man talking, then audience laughter. “Hello?” he said, impatient now, sounding like the old Mack, the oh-so-busy Mack, the Mack who’d dragged her to New York City without bothering to get her input on the move—and then hardly had a spare moment for her once he got her there.

      She opened her mouth, then shut it without making a sound. What was there to say that she hadn’t already said?

      She heard him draw in a breath. And then, in tender reproach, he whispered her name.

      “Jenna…”

      She lowered the handset and laid it oh so carefully back in its cradle.

      Jenna didn’t sleep well that night. She couldn’t get comfortable in her own bed. And then, when she finally did drop off, she had a dream about Mack.

      About making love with Mack.

      In the dream, their lovemaking was every bit as beautiful, as sensual and sweet and soul shattering, as it had been in real life.

      They lay on a white bed—the bed in the window of her shop, as a matter of fact. In the dream, though, the bed drifted in some warm and safe and hazy place. It floated, with Jenna and Mack naked upon it, in a kind of misty void.

      Mack touched her, the way he used to touch her—in the beginning, when it was all so new and magical. When what he’d found with her was still enough to make him put aside temporarily the demons of ambition that drove him.

      His eyes were the sky, blue turning cloudy. His hands, so warm and strong, moved over her body in a lazy, arousing dance. She moaned, and he kissed her, the deepest, longest, most sensual kiss she had ever known. It went on and on. She pressed herself closer to him and realized that he was already within her. There was that perfect, full sensation of joining.

      Her eyes drooped closed. His kiss deepened even more. Impossible, that a kiss already so deep could continue to intensify. But it did. And they were moving together, sighing together, on the wide white bed in the middle of a warm and lovely nowhere.

      Then all at once she was standing in the waiting room of a doctor’s office, looking through the receptionist’s window.

      And it was Logan, not a receptionist, who stared back at her. “There’s no cure for you, Jenna.” His voice was icy cold. “I’m afraid your case is terminal.”

      She woke with a cry, sitting straight up in bed.

      The next day Jenna looked in the phone book for the number of the attorney who had handled her divorce from Mack.

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