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with his life-style. She settled in the far corner, sinking onto the soft leather cushion. “You’re living here temporarily?”

      “Until my house is built. I bought a piece of land.”

      He sat down just left of center, which put him far enough away that they didn’t touch but not so far that she could forget about him. Of course, that might require his moving to an eastern bloc nation.

      “Have you started construction?” she asked, pleased her voice sounded normal. That was something.

      “I’m still working with the architect. I have some definite ideas, but I don’t know if they’re practical. We’re still figuring out things.”

      So he could be her neighbor for a while. Great. She took a sip of her soda. Silence filled the room. She glanced at the coffee table, then at the fireplace in the corner.

      “You’ll like that—”

      “You don’t have to—”

      They spoke at the same time. Dana shifted in her seat “Go ahead.”

      “You don’t have to stay if you have plans,” he told her. “I appreciate your help, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

      If only he did, she thought before she clamped down on her wayward thoughts and willed them into submission. She looked at her watch. It was barely noon.

      “Expecting someone for lunch?” she asked, then covered her mouth in horror. She hadn’t really said that, had she?

      He finished his soda and set the can on the coffee table. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead. “Not at all. I meant what I said. I don’t want to keep you, but if you’d like to stay, I’d enjoy your company.”

      Dana wondered how he could say that. She wasn’t being especially nice, which made her feel slightly ashamed. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him.

      “Come on,” he said, rising to his feet. “You can talk to me while I unpack my desk.”

      She followed him up the stairs. The last bedroom was a combined office and guest room. There was a gray-and-white striped sofa that folded out into a sleeper. His desk was relatively small and L-shaped, with a computer set up on one side. He reached for one of the boxes in the center of the floor.

      “The moving company packed for me,” he told her as he opened the top. “It makes unpacking a treasure hunt. I’m never sure what’s inside.”

      She pointed to the writing on the side of the box. It said Office. “I guess that’s not much help.”

      He chuckled and reached inside. Instantly his smile faded. He pulled out a framed photograph.

      “What is it?” she asked, moving toward him.

      He turned the frame toward her. It held an eight-by-ten photo of a beautiful dark-haired woman. She had wide green eyes and a perfect smile. For a second Dana thought she must be a fashion model and tried to figure out if she’d seen her on any magazine covers. Then the truth sank in.

      “This must be the former Mrs. MacAllister,” she said, wondering if she sounded as shocked as she felt It was one thing to know intellectually that someone like Trevor would marry a stunningly gorgeous woman; it was something else to see proof. Even more shocking was the realization that, if the rumors were true, he’d been the one to dissolve their marriage.

      “Vanessa,” he said, turning the photo faceup and gazing at it. “I’m not sure why I’ve hung on to this.”

      “Maybe to remember what you lost,” she said.

      “Possibly.” He set the frame photo-side down on his desk. “Like many who’ve gone through a divorce, I have regrets.”

      “Maybe you should have thought of that before you left her.”

      “I did,” he said quietly. “She didn’t give me a lot of choice.”

      Dana perched on the edge of the sofa. “I know this is none of my business and I have no right to ask. I probably shouldn’t even mention it.”

      “But?”

      She drew in a breath. “Vanessa is obviously a beautiful woman. Why on earth would you leave her? Was it so very important to run around with other women?”

      He stiffened. His arms dropped to his sides and he stared at her as if he’d never seen her before. “That’s what you think.” It wasn’t a question.

      “I don’t know what to think. I guess some people are different. Not wrong, just different.”

      “You mean about wanting a stable, faithful marriage?” “Exacdy.”

      “You see me as one of the different ones?”

      “Aren’t you?”

      Hazel green eyes darkened. A muscle in his jaw twitched and she realized he was angry.

      A twinge of guilt rippled through her. “I’m sorry, Trevor. I told you I had no right to ask that question. It’s none of my business.”

      He reached into the box and pulled out several file folders. “Too late now, Dana. You’ve expressed your opinion.

      I’d hoped for better, but, hey, why would you give me the benefit of the doubt?”

      “I didn’t mean it like that” She stared at the can in her hand. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. Leaving would be too much like running away. Why had she spoken with out thinking?

      “You want to know why I left my wife?” he asked, his voice litde more than a growl.

      She didn’t want to know anymore. She had a bad feeling she wouldn’t like what he had to say. But she’d been the one to start this line of questioning, so she had no one to blame but herself. “Why?” she asked in a small voice.

      He smiled, but it was without humor or beauty, more a twisting of his perfect mouth, as if he were in pain.

      “I found her with another man.”

      Dana caught her breath. That was impossible.

      “I see by the look on your face you’re surprised,” he continued. “I couldn’t believe it, either. That’s why I forgave her. The first time. When it happened again, I packed my bags and I left.”

      “Why on earth would she cheat on you?” she blurted out without thinking.

      “If that’s a compliment, thank you.” He tossed the empty box aside and sat on a corner of the desk. “I don’t have an answer for that. I was a surgical resident, so I was gone a lot When I was home, I was exhausted That’s not by way of an excuse.” He shrugged. “I tried to understand, to explain it all away. The first time, I managed. But I couldn’t do it again.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “Me, too.” His eyes were flat and devoid of emotion. “The worst part of it was I didn’t miss her all that much. Hell of a thing to say. After I left Vanessa, I had the uncomfortable realization I might never have loved her at all. But I missed being married. It was hard getting used to being alone. I guess I kept her picture to remind me of what should have been rather than what was.”

      Dana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only that Trevor’s wife had cheated on him, but that he mourned the loss of his marriage. She wouldn’t have thought he would. Wasn’t the freedom to pursue as many women as possible his ultimate goal?

      “Why’d you come back to Honeygrove?” she asked. “You’ve made a name for yourself. You could have gone anywhere.”

      This time when he smiled, it was genuine. She found her lips curling up in response.

      “I missed home. I wanted to be near my folks. They say L.A.’s the place, but it’s too much of a big city for me.”

      She

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