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been shocked when she’d seen Sarabeth. Shocked that Damien was here. Thrown off, because she hadn’t expected to have to deal with either of them—today, or ever, really—and that had made it all feel bleak for a moment. But that was done now. Past.

      “What have you been out doing, Lindy?” Damien asked, his tone crisp. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you in jeans.”

      “I was on a trail ride,” she said.

      Oh good. He’d asked. She’d been hoping he would. That was the thing about Damien. He was predictable.

      “You?”

      The lock clicked and she pushed the doors open wide. “Yes,” she said. “I’m in a little bit of a business arrangement with Wyatt Dodge.”

      Damien began to walk into the barn, but paused midstride. “Wyatt Dodge?”

      “Yes.”

      “He’s a friend of mine.” He said this as though it made her previous statement an impossibility.

      “Do you still speak to him?” She affected a genuinely perplexed look. “That’s so funny. We haven’t talked about you at all.”

      That little lie tasted sweeter than any candy she’d ever had.

      She breezed past him, making her way into the barn. “Feel free to have a look around. I have no idea what any of this is. I’ve been too busy to go through any of it, I might have had it hauled away. I’m surprised that your parents haven’t made time to come out and get it.”

      “I’m making time now,” Damien said.

      Their eyes caught and held for a moment. And Lindy was overcome with the strangest sense of... Well, strangeness. She had seen this man naked. The only man she had ever seen naked in person. And there he was, standing in front of her in a crisp button-up shirt and charcoal-colored slacks and she felt...nothing.

      Not a twinge of old desire. No nostalgia.

      Nothing like what she’d felt those times she’d had to deal with him at hearings.

      She had just been out with Wyatt, and he had made her feel...hot and reckless. Angry. Damien made her feel...nothing.

      She felt annoyed, at his attempt to goad her. She felt the remnants of that initial pain, that initial shock she felt when she had seen that Sarabeth was pregnant. But she felt so detached. From him. From whatever she had felt back then.

      She looked at Sarabeth, and she felt even less. Now that the shock was easing...

      Lindy wouldn’t say she felt sorry for the other woman. After all, she had most definitely made her own bed, after making it in Lindy’s. But she certainly wouldn’t trade lives with her. Even if Lindy hadn’t ended up with the winery in the divorce, Lindy would have made something of herself. She would have a better life. One that wasn’t tied to a man like Damien.

      She had done her fair share of trying to figure out what her stake of the blame was in the divorce. And yeah, a lot of it came down to the undeniable fact that they didn’t have enough passion. That Lindy did love the winery more than she loved her husband.

      But she had done what she could. And she hadn’t been distant. He was the one who had traveled. And in the end, he was the one who had broken their vows.

      It was...clarifying.

      She stood there, and watched while Damien and Sarabeth collected things. The frame to an old crib, some toys and some miscellaneous bags. An old trunk that she imagined had been a toybox.

      She had never seen these things. How funny.

      She had never asked him to see anything from his childhood. But then, she had never offered to show him anything from hers. Of course, she doubted that her mother had saved anything from her childhood. Or that anything she’d had had been worth saving.

      She waited until they had everything loaded up in their SUV, and then she watched as he drove away, exchanging few words with him in the process.

      She let out a heavy breath, and got behind the wheel of her car, driving back to the tasting room. When she pulled into the lot, she saw that Damien was gone. So, he hadn’t stopped to visit with Bea at all.

      She shook her head. He was such an ass. It was one thing to come and play games with her, but to play them with Bea, to conceal the fact that he was trying to get one up on her was beyond the pale.

      Lindy walked into the tasting room, where Bea was standing. “I’m sorry,” Lindy said, walking up to her former sister-in-law and putting her arm around her shoulders. “You deserve better than he is.”

      Bea smiled, small and sad. “I know. I got you instead. I chose you instead.” She sighed. “For what it’s worth, you deserved better than him too.”

      “I appreciate that. All of it. The fact that you’re here with me.” Lindy smiled. “I’d rather have you any day.”

      “Same.”

      “I’m going to finish up some work.” Lindy walked back into her office and closed the door behind her, and it felt like whatever had been holding her spine straight, whatever had been supporting her had been pulled away abruptly.

      She sagged down into her chair, her knees completely giving out.

      She couldn’t believe she had just...done that. Couldn’t believe it had just happened.

      But her past had come over and rummaged around in her things.

      And that as strange as it had been, as stressful and kind of awful as it was... The things Wyatt had made her feel on the trail ride still burned hotter inside of her.

      She had faced down her ex-husband and his pregnant wife. But she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that tonight, when she closed her eyes to sleep, the only thing echoing across her dreams would be Wyatt Dodge, and all the things he’d whispered in her ear.

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