Or let him do.
Even if something in her was shouting for him to go ahead and do it…
Then he cocked his head just a bit to one side. But Tanya couldn’t tell if he was even aware that he’d done it because he was staring so intently, so deeply into her eyes.
He leaned forward. Barely. Almost not at all.
Her chin went up about the same amount, on its own.
Shouldn’t do that…
Except that she wanted to.
She really, really wanted to…
But maybe the mere thought that they shouldn’t do that somehow transmitted to Tate, who finally took heed of it. He straightened up again and turned the handle to open the door so she could go out.
Which was exactly what she knew she had to do. She had to get out of there before she did something stupid…
“Tomorrow?” she said as she stepped across the threshold, stopping only when she felt the cooler night air on her face to turn and look at him from a greater distance than had separated them in the house.
“I have surgeries scheduled all day and dinner with the family tomorrow evening. But I’ve left orders for all the family albums to be dragged out of storage—I thought maybe we could go through them tomorrow night after dinner. That should give you a fairly decent family history.”
Why did tomorrow night seem so far away? And why was she thinking about how endlessly the hours would drag on instead of being aggravated by the fact that the entire next day would be wasted?
But that was how it was and she couldn’t help it. She could only hope the time would pass quickly…
“Okay,” she heard herself say compliantly. “If that’s how it has to be.”
“Unfortunately…” he said so quietly that she had the feeling he regretted having to wait, too.
But that couldn’t be, Tanya told herself. He’s engaged—don’t forget that…
She said good-night then and headed in the direction of her mother’s bungalow. But since she hadn’t heard the guesthouse door close, just before she stepped onto the path that led through trees and bushes and would take her out of sight, she glanced over her shoulder.
There was Tate, standing in the doorway watching her.
And thinking what? About kissing her?
Had he almost kissed her or had she been wrong about that?
She must have been wrong.
But right or wrong, there would be no kissing of Tate McCord! she told herself.
Still, she thought he had almost kissed her.
And even though she knew it would have been a mistake, even though she knew it couldn’t happen, as she slipped out of his sight down the path to the bungalow, she was wishing that this might have been one of those times—like all those others—when he’d ignored the you-shouldn’t-do-that and done it anyway…
Chapter Five
“Katie. Hi,” Tate said into his cell phone when it rang on his way to work Tuesday morning and the display let him know in advance who his caller was.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Katie replied to his greeting.
“No, I’m about five minutes away from the hospital. How’s everything?”
“Okay. As well as could be expected, I suppose,” Katie said.
Tate had known her long enough to think he knew all of her moods, but he couldn’t pinpoint this one. Trying to, he said, “You sound tired.”
“I didn’t have the chance to tell my parents that the engagement is off until last night. You know how it is—there have been dinners and parties and people around since I got to Key West and I had to wait for a moment alone with them.”
“And I don’t imagine that they welcomed the news,” Tate guessed, not eager to tell his own family for just that reason.
“No, they certainly didn’t welcome it. They were actually very impatient with me.”
“I’m sorry,” Tate said sympathetically.
“It was no worse than I thought it would be, but still…” Katie sighed. “After all this time they were sure their dreams were finally coming true. I knew they weren’t going to be happy to have me wake them up.”
“What about you?” Tate asked point-blank because he still wasn’t getting a clear read on Katie’s feelings. And while he knew breaking up was for the best, he was concerned about her.
“Well, I am tired—you were right about that. We were up arguing until very late and I had an early hair appointment this morning so I couldn’t sleep in. But otherwise…”
There was a pause that didn’t convince Tate that Katie was merely worn out.
Then she continued. “I’m a little at loose ends. You were always sort of my guy,” she said with a laugh that helped him believe she wasn’t doing too badly despite the fact that she might be a little down in the dumps over the way things had turned out.
“Even when we weren’t together,” she went on, “there was always just that thought that we’d probably end up with each other some day. And it isn’t as if I don’t care about you, Tate—”
“Same here.”
“But I truly do think there’s more out there for both of us.”
Why did Tanya pop into his mind at that exact moment?
But Katie was still talking and he forced himself to pay attention.
“—it just isn’t easy to start over. I keep thinking that I haven’t ever been in a single, long-term, committed relationship with anyone of my own choosing. That was part of the argument last night—I said I needed to be able to decide who the man for me would be. But just between us, the whole time I was wondering if I’ll know how to choose someone for myself.”
Tate laughed. “I’m pretty sure you just go with whoever you have the strongest feelings for,” he said. And again—for no reason that made sense—Tanya came to mind.
“What about you?” Katie asked then. “How are you?”
“I’m doing all right,” he said.
“You sound better than all right. You sound a little more like your old self. Were you that glad to get rid of me?”
“Come on, you know better than that,” he chastised. “And I didn’t get rid of you. If anybody got rid of anybody—”
“I’m saying it was a mutual
