only, no strings attached?â
She wanted strings. She wanted nights in his arms and waking up to watch the sunrise and a kiss good bye in the morning. She didnât want her parents finding out and the reproachful looks that would follow, or the pity when it ended. Because it would endâshe had no doubt about that.
âYes, thatâs exactly what I want,â she said, sure of her decision finally.
âAnd either of us can end it when we see fit, no recriminations, no blame? A no-fault affair, as it were?â
âWeâre adults. We can choose what kind of relationship we want.â But even as she said the words, she knew it wasnât true. She was already falling in love with him again. If sheâd ever stopped loving him.
He didnât speak for at least thirty seconds. Feeling almost sick to her stomach, she waited and waited.
âOkay,â he said at last.
She wanted to weep. It was what sheâd wanted to hear, and yet it wasnât enough.
âHave you been happy, Rafe?â she asked.
âYes.â
âLife is what you expected?â she asked, wanting more of an answer.
âMore than I expected.â
âYet you moved back hereâ¦â
âIâve made a whole lot of money, and thatâs not going to stop because I live here now. I have a certain skill that people pay well for, and an above-averagetolerance for risk. I wonât apologize for what Iâve achieved. It feels good.â
âDo you ever wish youâd taken a shot at the big leagues?â
âNow and then.â
They climbed out of bed. He took her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom.
They didnât have much to say after that, just let their shower-wet kisses and soapy hands do all the talking. By the time he left an hour later, her body ached contentedly and her heart discontentedly. Sheâd entered into an arrangement that could lead either to a purging of past blame and hurt or a whole new level of agony.
Either way, she had to give it a shot, once and for all. Her peace of mind depended on it.
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Rafe hadnât been home for two minutes when someone knocked on his front door.
Melinaâs father stood in the doorway. Rafe didnât invite him in, nor did he address the man. Heâd always called Melinaâs mother Patsy, but he had never called her father Jeffersonâor even Mr. Lawrence. Just Sir.
âI want you to leave my daughter alone. And before you say anythingâI know youâve been at her place for the past two hours.â
âYou also know weâre working together on Elliot Andersonâs situation.â
Jeffersonâs gaze pierced him. His hands fisted.âMy girl went through hell after you walked away. Sheâs been steady on her feet for a while now. She doesnât need tripping up by you again.â
Rafe clamped his mouth against the words that threatened to spill. Heâd walked away? Like hell he had. The fact that Jefferson didnât know the truth made Rafe wonder if everyone thought the sameâthat Rafe had ended the relationship, when it wasnât true at all. Heâd acknowledged the end, but that was it.
All Rafe said to her father, however, was, âMessage received, sir.â
The vague response obviously didnât please Jefferson. âYou know, son, I did some checking on you. You were a real ladies man in Ann Arbor, werenât you? Cut a wide swath.â
âSo?â Heâd had no reason not to. To his knowledge he hadnât broken any hearts.
âMelinaâs a good girl. She deserves to find a man to marry and bear his children. She wonât do that if you keep stringing her along.â
Rafe almost laughed. If only Jefferson knew the deal Melina had just presented Rafe with. Who was stringing whom along? Rafe did, on the other hand, understand a fatherâs love.
âAs I said, sir. Message received.â It was all he could promise,
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