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couldn’t—or stubbornly, wouldn’t—go back.

      The gimmicky dance ended. Rafe watched Melina fan herself, her cheeks flushed, her blond hair tumbling free around her shoulders, the swell of her breasts glistening. She was even more beautiful now as a woman than—

      She headed straight toward him, across the room, then through the exit to the courtyard. The air had cooled, night settling in. She stopped, closed her eyes, breathed deeply. Rafe inched farther into the shadows, away from the soft glow of thousands of tiny decorative lights that turned the space into a kind of fairyland.

      He didn’t know what to say to her. Words usually came easily to him, but he had no idea how to start a conversation with the woman he’d once loved, the one who’d hurt him more than he’d ever thought anyone could.

      He’d intended to leave the reception before now, to get away from the possibility of making small talk with her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t taken off, especially since he knew only a handful of people beyond the Lawrence family, who didn’t seem to care much about talking to him, anyway.

      He’d been debating going to see Melina ever since he moved back, had even checked out her Facebook page, knowing he needed answers after all these years so that he could find that “closure” that people talked about, needing it in order to move on with his life. Especially now that he intended to make Red Rock his home again.

      Melina opened her eyes then, keying in on him as if she’d known all along he’d been watching her.

      “I thought you’d left,” she said, hesitance in her voice and body language.

      Was this it? His opportunity to get answers? “I wasn’t interested in flapping my wings,” he said, keeping the conversation going.

      She half smiled. “I wasn’t so lucky.”

      They stood about ten feet apart. “How are you, Melina?”

      “I’m doing very well, thanks. And you?” Polite, cool words.

      “No complaints.” He took a few steps toward her. “Thanks for the card you sent after my mom died. It meant a lot.”

      Her expression changed in an instant to one of sympathy. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be at her funeral. I was on a cruise, my first vacation in years, and I didn’t hear about her passing until I got home and the funeral was over.”

      “I know. I understood.”

      “I admired her so much.” She reached out as if to touch him, then let her hand drop. “I felt so bad that I hadn’t stayed in touch. But I couldn’t, you know? I just couldn’t.”

      He understood that, too. He wouldn’t have stayed in touch with Angie except that she hadn’t let him go. She’d written and called now and then, always hopeful there would be a reconciliation, but Rafe had cut off all other communication with the Lawrence family.

      “Tommy seems like a good match for Angie,” he said, changing the subject, but also leading up to the issue—that he and Melina had been a good match once, too.

      “I agree. She needs a Prince Charming like him. He’s big on romantic gestures. It was his choice to have the reception here instead of at the church. He wanted her to feel like a princess.”

      “I was surprised to see how much this part of town has improved,” he said. “The only eyesore left is the old Crockett building. I’m surprised it hasn’t been razed by now.”

      Melina went silent for a few seconds then eyed the reception hall. “I should get back.” Her entire mood changed, her expression, her posture, everything.

      “You might want to wait a few more minutes,” he said, spotting a conga line forming.

      She looked tempted but said, “I have responsibilities as maid of honor.”

      Her comment took Rafe back in time—not in a good way. “And we all know how seriously you take your responsibilities.”

      Her blue eyes turned icy. “And my commitments. I suffer no guilt from what I did, from the choice I made. My grandparents needed me. I acted honorably. Can you say the same?” She gathered her skirt with both hands and swept past him, leaving a trail of unfamiliar perfume and righteous indignation in her wake.

      What the hell did that mean? How had he acted dishonorably? She’d dropped the ball, not him.

      Rafe swiped a hand down his face. He should’ve trusted his instincts and stayed away. Or at the least left after congratulating the happy couple. This wasn’t the time or place for a serious dissection of a painful time in his and Melina’s past.

      The desire to satisfy his curiosity about her had overruled his usual caution and common sense, dredging up memories that should’ve been buried long ago—for both of them. He’d thought his were expunged. He’d assumed hers were.

      As a lawyer he should’ve known better than to assume anything. Ever.

       Chapter Two

      Sunday passed in a blur for Melina. First came a wedding breakfast with just the Lawrence and Buchanan families, then Melina and Jay, Tommy’s brother and the best man, drove the newlyweds to the San Antonio airport for their flight to Hawaii.

      They all stood at the curb of the departure area, unloading luggage and saying goodbye.

      “I saw you and Rafe talking,” Angie said into Melina’s ear as they hugged. “Are you going to see him again?”

      “Red Rock is a small town.”

      “That’s not what I meant.”

      Melina smiled, not giving her sister an answer—maybe because Melina didn’t know the answer herself.

      “I told him about Elliot,” Angie said, her voice overly casual.

      “Angie! Why would you do that? He’s our patient. You can’t—”

      “I didn’t give Rafe specifics. He knows you’re an occupational therapist, and he gets the whole privacy thing. I didn’t tell him Elliot’s name or the names of any other pertinent people involved. I asked hypothetical questions because he’s a lawyer, and I thought he could help.”

      Hope battled irritation at her sister for overstepping her position as Melina’s administrative assistant. “What did he say?”

      “That it’s not his field of expertise.”

      Melina felt her jaw drop. “That’s it? He had no opinion as a human being? As a former ballplayer? As a former little boy with big dreams?” Her voice rose with each question so that Tommy and his brother Jay turned and stared.

      “I’m only telling you what happened, Melina. Geez, calm down. I didn’t ask him for his opinion or advice except as a lawyer. Don’t get mad at him. Again.”

      She’d been over being mad at him—or so she thought until she’d seen him yesterday. Then a tidal wave of emotion had swamped her. She wasn’t drowning now, but she sure was being beaten up by the waves.

      “Anyway, you didn’t let me finish. He said if you want to talk to him about it, you should call him.”

      “When did this happen?”

      “As he was telling me goodbye at the wedding. He said he’d been thinking about it.”

      Could she get him involved? Melina wondered. Given their history, could she ask it of him?

      “And don’t be mad at me, either, okay?” Angie said, grabbing Melina’s hands. “I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my honeymoon if I knew you were upset with me.” She batted her eyes playfully.

      Melina laughed. “Right. Like that’s going to happen.”

      She grinned. “I told Steph not to change one thing in the office while I’m gone. I’m the one who’s

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