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“Peyton,” Matt said, her name a stiff, stern greeting.

She stood there, her coat unbuttoned and splotched from the rain, a Christmas plaid scarf hanging listlessly from her collar. She appeared pale, hesitant, as if she’d rather be anywhere else. The sudden unwitting thrill of seeing her so unexpectedly faded as her eyes met his and her expression turned distant and cool. He missed the fire of her arguments, the zeal she’d thrown at him for no better reason than she enjoyed their debates. But since the night at the beach house, she’d avoided him.

“Matt,” she returned evenly, waiting in the doorway of his office for an invitation she seemed to know he didn’t want to extend. “Do you have a minute?”

“Actually, no.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m due in Providence in an hour and should already be on my way. Why don’t you talk to Jessica about whatever’s on your mind and she can fill me in later.”

“I could do that, but I don’t really think you want her to be the first to know that we’re…”

The unuttered word slammed into him. A sucker punch. “Come in,” he told her. “Close the door.”