He made a face. “Isn’t your sister living there?”
She drank the rest of her wine, put her glass on the coffee table and got up. “Until Saturday night, when her new husband whisks her off to wedded bliss.”
“You’re more forgiving than I am.”
“I could pay for a hotel, but I’d be a hundred bucks poorer. How would that bother them?”
“Good point.” He stood, too. “Just don’t let loose on any inanimate objects again. You might break your other hand.”
“I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, but just hearing her mother’s voice had put a lump in her throat. She couldn’t help feeling betrayed by her parents, too, because they were so eager to throw their support behind this wedding. She knew they had a grandchild at stake, but still…
After using his bathroom to fix her makeup, she found Brandon standing at the window, looking outside. “What do you think? Can you tell I’ve been crying?”
“I never would’ve guessed.”
She suspected he might be placating her, but she didn’t push. “Maybe I should change into something more conservative.”
“Are you kidding?” He whistled. “Let Kyle eat his heart out.”
That almost made her smile, until she imagined the reality of the next few hours. “I’ll probably be the miserable one.”
Although he continued to study her, she could tell he’d shifted gears. “If it gets too bad, you could always come back here.”
She arched her eyebrows. “So we could…”
His grin turned her knees to water. “Sleep. Of course. And I won’t charge you for the room.”
“Maybe you’d let me check out your big telescope,” she said, widening her eyes in feigned innocence.
“If you want to see the stars, I could give you a night to remember,” he said, playing along.
She laughed. “The ultimate revenge?”
“No,” he said, growing serious. “What I’ve wanted since prom.”
“That’s why you dropped me off at the end of the night and have avoided me ever since?”
“I knew I wasn’t what you needed. You’re too sensitive.”
He was right. That had been true then, and it was true now. If someone as trustworthy and admired as Kyle could hurt her so terribly, how would she ever survive the kind of emotional damage someone like Brandon could wreak?
“But I’ll go easy on you,” he added with a grin. “My number’s in your phone, in case you need it.”
“Thanks.” She was surprised he’d taken the liberty. She was a little flattered, too. But she had no intention of returning. She hadn’t been with a man in three months. That wouldn’t have seemed like a long time before her relationship with Kyle, but it felt like an eternity now that she knew what she was missing. She couldn’t come back. She’d only get herself into trouble if she did, because it wasn’t Brandon’s telescope she wanted him to share.
Chapter 3
Kyle’s work truck, a Ford F-150, sat in her parents’ driveway. Olivia had expected to see it, but her heart sank all the same.
Taking a breath, trying to bolster herself, she got out of her Acura and started toward the front door, rolling her suitcase behind her with a sense of determination and purpose that belied the pain.
You can do this. Just keep your chin up and try to forget that this is Kyle and Noelle. Pretend they’re are no different from any of the other couples you’ve worked with.
It was a wedding, a job, she told herself. But she hadn’t been home since she’d moved away. Her only contact had been through her mother, who shared various details over the phone, like Kyle buying a new car because Noelle “hated” trucks.
Olivia felt strange marching up to her parents’ front door knowing that nothing was as it used to be, that Kyle wasn’t waiting for her in quite the same way as he’d waited for her in the past.
“I’ve entered The Twilight Zone,” she muttered.
She spotted a flurry of movement at the window. Then the door flew open and her mother descended on her. “There you are! I’ve been worried. Let me see what you’ve done to your poor hand.”
Grateful for the distraction, she displayed her injury.
“Oh, dear.” Her mother’s eyebrows knitted. “Look at that. Of all times for something like this to happen. Well, come on in. We’ll get some ice. Maybe we’ll be able to put you on the left side when we take the wedding pictures so the swelling doesn’t show.”
“I don’t need to be in the pictures at all,” she said before she could stop the words.
Nancy’s smile faded. The expression on her face suggested she was about to respond, but whether she was going to warn her not to ruin the wedding, or say she was sorry about what Olivia must be feeling, Olivia never heard because Kyle strode out to greet her.
Olivia thanked God that Noelle wasn’t with him. Seeing him was bad enough. He seemed reluctant yet eager to approach, which added more confusion to the emotions currently assaulting her.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” he said.
Their eyes met briefly before she jerked hers away, but he kept his smile stubbornly in place as he hurried to assist with her suitcase.
Obviously he’d been anticipating this moment and was prepared for it. Olivia had tried to prepare, too. Little good had it done her. Nausea threatened to ruin her calculated indifference.
“I’ve got it.” She made an effort to keep the resentment from her voice, but it was impossible. No doubt he picked up on her tone. They were too familiar with each other for him to miss the slightest nuance. She knew the strength of his arms and how wonderful it felt to have them close around her, the rough texture of his jaw, the fullness of his lips and how soft yet demanding they could be when he kissed....
Why had this person she’d trusted so deeply betrayed her? There were moments, moments like now, when she couldn’t believe that their lives had taken such a dramatic turn.
He attempted to grab her case in spite of her refusal, but she hung on and kept walking, leaving him no choice but to fall back and follow.
“Where’s Dad?” she asked her mother as they reached the front patio, an attractive covelike entrance to her parents’ rambler.
“Out back, grilling some steaks.”
Olivia didn’t ask where Noelle was. She didn’t want to see her sister.
The smell of a home-cooked meal enveloped her as soon as she entered the house—evoking the only pleasant sensation Olivia
