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her assistant, was taking care of the business for now. She read her text messages and saw a note from her long-time good friend, Stephanie “Stevie” McLane, checking to make sure she’d survived the storms. She typed a confirmation and received an immediate response.

      Bored yet?

      Jenny smiled wryly. Hardly, she typed.

      Thought you’d have your fill of rustic isolation by now.

      Not as isolated as I expected, she returned.

      Meaning?

      After hesitating for a few moments, Jenny drew a breath and replied, Gavin Locke is here.

      No way!

      That was pretty much how she’d expected Stevie to react. She could clearly imagine her friend’s blue eyes rounded with shock. Stevie had been her staunchest supporter after the split with Gavin, though Jenny had always wondered if her friend secretly considered the breakup a mistake.

      Her phone beeped to announce another text. Did you know he’d be there?

      Of course not.

      Details, girl.

      Will call later. She wanted to make that call only when she was certain Gavin wouldn’t overhear.

      What about Thad?

      Jenny frowned as her fingers tapped the screen. What about him?

      Does he know?

      Jenny moistened her lips before entering her answer. Nothing to know. Not like I planned it.

      She bit her lip as she read Stevie’s answering text. How does Gavin look?

      He looks... Jenny gave it a moment’s thought before typing good.

      Still single?

      Far as I know. Call you soon, okay?

      You’d better.

      “If you’re trying to make a call, you’ll get better service outside.” Gavin nodded toward her phone as he ambled back into the room. “I usually sit on the porch swing for clearer reception.”

      Jenny set her phone aside. “Thanks, but I was just texting with Stevie. Do you remember her?”

      “Of course. She was your best friend in college.”

      “Still is.”

      “Did she marry that guy she was dating? The drummer?”

      Funny. Jenny had almost forgotten the drummer. She suspected Stevie had, too. “No. They broke up not long after... No.”

      For some reason, she was reluctant to even refer to her breakup with Gavin.

      “She’s still in Little Rock?”

      “Yes. She’s dating another musician,” she confided with a faint smile. “A bass player this time.”

      When it came to romance, Stevie was nothing if not an optimist. Yet Jenny had been increasingly aware that Stevie hadn’t said much about Jenny’s deepening relationship with Thad. She wasn’t sure why. She’d have thought Stevie would agree that Thad appeared to be Jenny’s ideal Mr. Right. He was handsome, wealthy, successful, socially secure. A junior partner in his family-connected, long-established law firm, Thad was already being courted by political-party bigwigs. He was considering a run for state representative in three years, and had already made a few trips to Washington to meet with some big shots there. Everyone they knew—their families, their friends, their associates—seemed to consider them the perfect couple.

      Yet, oddly enough, rather than being as enthusiastic as Jenny might have expected, Stevie had been somewhat restrained in her encouragement for the match. Was Stevie too wrapped up in her own romance, or did she have some doubts about Thad that she wasn’t sharing? Did she question whether Jenny would ever truly be happy in a partnership based on considerations other than what Stevie would consider epic romance?

      Sure, Thad was a confirmed workaholic who sometimes became so immersed in his ongoing projects and future goals that he tended to forget about everyone and everything else, but then Jenny had always been type A herself. She didn’t need a man’s constant attention. She genuinely liked Thad and she enjoyed his company when they found time to be together. She was sure they’d get along quite nicely as they built a satisfying future together. Why shouldn’t that be enough?

      Realizing impatiently that she’d allowed her thoughts to wander again, she glanced at her watch. “Should we eat something before we go back out? Are you hungry?”

      Gavin shook his head. “That next round of rain’s not going to hold off much longer. I’ll try to get some more clearing done while I can.”

      She stood and moved toward the cupboards. “I spotted packages of peanut-butter crackers in here. At least eat some of those to protect your stomach from the meds.” She opened a door and motioned toward a top shelf, just above her head. “It was always your favorite snack.”

      He moved behind her to reach the carton. The action brought them very close together. All he’d have had to do was lower his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. She’d have moved aside, but the counter was in the way. Any move she made would only brush her against him. Instead, she froze in place, almost holding her breath until he stepped back, the carton in his hand.

      “You remember my fondness for these, do you?”

      Able to breathe again now that there was a bit more distance between them, she laughed softly, grateful it came out relatively steady. “How could I forget? You stashed them in your car, in your backpack, in your dorm room, in my dorm room. Your friends used to joke that you should buy stock in a cracker company. I’m just a little surprised you haven’t gotten tired of them by now.”

      His mouth quirked into a faint smile as he shrugged. “I don’t eat them as much as I used to, but they’re still a pretty good snack.”

      She watched him rip into a cellophane packet, her smile feeling more natural as an amusing memory occurred to her. “Remember when your sister’s little white poodle tore into a whole carton while we were outside watching July Fourth fireworks at your parents’ house? We came back inside to find paper and cellophane and crumbs everywhere and the poor dog had peanut butter smeared all over her face. Holly got hysterical thinking her pet was going to die, but fortunately the dog got more in her fur than her belly.”

      Gavin chuckled wryly. “Mom insisted on rushing the dog to an emergency animal clinic, just in case. We were going to have homemade ice cream after watching the fireworks, but it had all melted by the time the crisis was over. You know, that dog lived to be fifteen. Just died a couple years ago.”

      “What was its name again? I can’t remember.”

      Gavin made a face. “BiBi. I can’t forget because it ran off from Mom’s house one day when she was dog-sitting while Holly was out of town, just before Christmas. Mom called me in tears. I had to drive slowly around her neighborhood in my cruiser, calling the stupid name from my open window. ‘Here, BiBi. C’mere, BiBi.’ I felt like an idiot. It was sleeting. Took me an hour to find the half-frozen mutt, and then it had the nerve to pee on me when I picked it up.”

      She couldn’t help laughing. He’d have hated every minute of that episode—but for his mother and sister, he’d have done it with only token grumbles. “That is too funny.”

      “Glad you think so,” he muttered, though his lips twitched.

      For a moment, she was swept back again to the early days of their romance, which had been filled with laughter. Her smile faded as she returned abruptly to the present. Leaning casually against the counter, Gavin gazed down at her, his eyes gleaming in the shadowy light. She felt the hairs on her arms rise, as if the air between them charged suddenly with static. She really needed to stop those mental flashbacks before they got entirely out of control.

      Did Gavin sense the change, as well? His eyes narrowed, and even the hint of amusement

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