eyes. His body visibly loosened up, as if on command, and he gave her a reluctant but gracious smile. “You’re right. I apologize. Please sit down so we can talk.”
Accepting his apology, she dropped into a cushioned seat facing him and set her purse down beside her. As she looked across the café table, a quick zip of awareness caught her off guard as she really, really studied Justin’s handsome face.
My God...Connor looks exactly like him.
Yes, their hair and eyes were the same color, but Connor shared Justin’s wide full mouth, too, and a deep dimple that popped out on the left side when they smiled. She couldn’t begin to count how many times she’d kissed that disappearing dimple on her baby’s face. Their skin tones were smooth and olive and she imagined Connor would easily tan golden-brown just like Justin when he got older. They shared the same hairline that cut a neat straight line across their forehead. Connor would have the same arrow-sharp nose, too, when he grew up.
Her son’s adorable baby features were a precursor to Justin Slade’s adult appearance.
His brows furrowed. “Who’s watching the baby?”
“Aunt Mattie and Doris Brubaker are with Connor.”
She went on to explain, “Doris is a neighbor. We’re friends, and I asked her to stay with Aunt Mattie until I got back. They’re having tea and I don’t want to impose on them any longer than necessary.”
“Okay. Let’s get on with it, then. Ladies first.”
“You told me you were Brett Applegate. I want to know why you lied to me.” Then she added, “I would appreciate the truth.”
“Just remember that when it’s my turn to ask questions.”
A waitress wearing a snappy blue outfit and white tights showed up at the table with a notepad. “Hi, I’m Toni, and I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you looked at the menu yet? Just so you know, the blue plate special is—”
“Decaf coffee for me,” Kat said. Her stomach knotted at the thought of food. “That’s all I’d like.”
“I’ll have the same,” Justin said, nodding to the young girl. “Thank you.”
“No cherry pie or apple cobbler?”
They both shook their heads. “Okay, I’ll be back with your coffee in a sec.”
Kat watched the waitress walk away and then turned to Justin. “You were about to tell me why you lied to me that weekend.”
The muscles in Justin’s face pinched tight, a distant look in his eyes hinting at regret. “I lost a bet.”
Kat blinked. “You lost a bet? What does that mean?”
He leaned forward, his elbows flat on the table. The material of his navy shirt pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and it wasn’t hard to remember what he’d looked like with a shirt off. She could almost feel the sensation of touching his golden skin and ripped muscles under her fingertips now. “It means Brett beat me at arm wrestling. Best of five.”
Kat didn’t like where this was going. “So?”
“So, I made this stupid bet with him, because I never thought I’d have to pay up. He was egging me on in front of my men until I finally thought, what the hell. I’d never lost a match to Brett before. If he won, I’d have to trade places with him the next time we had time off. We’d switch wallets—and the cash and credit cards inside—and assume each other’s identity with...” Justin’s lips snapped shut. He ran his fingers over his mouth and winced.
Kat caught on. “With women?”
He gave her a slow nod.
“So, the weekend you spent with me was to pay off a bet? You used me...lied to me...had no intention of ever telling me the truth?”
Something hard flickered in his eyes. “I didn’t use you. If you remember correctly, I didn’t pressure you for anything. And you made it clear you wanted no ties to a hick from a small town, remember? We didn’t exchange so much as cell phone numbers when I walked out your door.”
That was beside the point. He’d been amazing that weekend and by the time the second night rolled around, Kat couldn’t imagine not sharing her bed with him. He’d been compassionate and kind and patient and just what she’d needed at that moment in her life.
Maybe he’d assumed more than Brett’s identity that weekend; maybe Justin had taken on Brett’s personality, as well. That weekend helped heal some of her old wounds. She’d needed a strong shoulder and an understanding heart. It hadn’t been all fun and games between them, it had been unexpectedly more. “I’d put it a little gentler than that, Justin. But yes, it’s true. I couldn’t get romantically involved with a man that wouldn’t—”
“Serve your purposes?”
She tried harder to explain. “Didn’t fit into the life I wanted. Don’t forget, you lied about who you were and that might have altered my decision about the weekend.”
“You mean if you’d known I was a loaded Nevada rancher, you might have taken me to bed one night sooner?”
Her cheeks burned. His accusation was a hard slap to her face. He wasn’t going to get away with it. “You have no right to judge me. You have no idea who I am and what I’ve been through. I didn’t ask you to come over to me at that hotel bar.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to meet a beautiful woman? It was obvious you were waiting for someone. You kept checking your watch. I figured some jerk stood you up. And I was right. He didn’t give a crap that your mother had recently passed away, did he?”
That jerk had been Michael Golden, the heir to the entire Golden Hotel chain. It was a blind date. Later, she’d found out from her friend that he’d been called out of town suddenly and hadn’t gotten word to her. She’d been waiting for him more than an hour when Justin strolled up to her table.
The waitress walked over and set their coffee cups down. Taking one look at the intense discussion at the table, she lowered her voice. “I’ll be in the back if you need anything else.”
Justin gave her a sharp nod and she strode away.
Steam wafted up from Kat’s ceramic mug of decaf and she moved it out of her line of vision. “I told you that night, I didn’t date soldiers.”
“We told each other a lot of things.”
“But what I said to you, what I confessed during those two days that we were together was the truth. You can’t say the same, can you?
He pursed his lips and hung his shoulders. “No.”
She leaned back in her seat and stared at him.
He stared back. “I’d like to know something. How hard did you try to find Brett?”
Her lids lowered. “I wrote to him and he never answered back. I don’t know if he ever received my letter.”
“One letter was all he was worth to you?”
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