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Taking her into his arms had been purely instinctive. Reacting to her now that she was in them was perfectly natural, he told himself. Strictly physical. Totally unbelievable. When he’d picked her up by the church, the delicate scent of her perfume had filled the cab of the truck. Now, after using his soap and shampoo, she smelled like she belonged here.

He’d driven by the church that morning with the intention of finally closing a door on one chapter of his life. Instead the door was wide open and the pages of that chapter were blowing all over the room. Which was a really dumb metaphor to be thinking about, considering that the woman of his dreams, the one to which he still compared all others, was now soaking his shirt with her tears. As far he knew she had never in her life needed anyone or anything, but she needed someone now. Not him, specifically, but he was here and she was here, and the bag of clothes he’d given her was squished between them, and that was a good thing.

This isn’t about you, he told himself. Ha. The hell it isn’t.

Meanwhile, he had no clue what to say to her. There, there, everything will be okay.

No. “I’d like to track that guy down and beat the crap out of him.”

Or he could say that.

She took half a step back and looked at him through watery eyes. “That sounds like something a brother might say.” For the first time that day, she smiled, just briefly, but long enough to remind him about the adorable little dimple to the left of her mouth.

And he was so glad he wasn’t her brother. “If yours never said it, he should have.”

“Nick never gives advice.”

“This time he should have made an exception.”

“And what should he have said?”

“Don’t marry that guy, he’s a jerk.”

“He told you that?”

Brent knew thin ice when he was standing on it, and this ice was getting thinner by the minute. “Not in so many words, but he obviously didn’t like Gerald.”

“He never said anything like that to me.”

“He has some misguided idea that he shouldn’t stick his nose in other people’s business.”

“I know. Nick hates having people tell him what to do, so he’d never interfere with anyone else’s decision.” She looked down at her hands and fidgeted with the handles of the bag of clothing. “So you think Gerald’s a jerk and you’d like to beat the crap out of him,” she said. “Anything else you want to tell me while we’re on the subject?”

The question caught him off guard. Thin ice, he reminded himself. “Gerald and I don’t exactly move in the same circles so I don’t know him all that well.”

“But you have an opinion.”

And as much as he found it difficult to believe, she seemed to want to hear it. So he said it. “I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

“Really?”

“That surprises you?”

“A little.”

“What did you expect me to say?”

“That we deserved each other.”

“Then you don’t know me very well.”

“You’re right. I don’t know you at all. You’ve changed a lot since high school.”

He shrugged. “I’m still the same person.”

“I guess I didn’t know you then, either.”

“You never gave me a chance.”

“You were always goofing around and trying to get me to go out with you. Now you seem…”

He waited for her to finish her sentence, but she didn’t. “Grown-up?” he asked.

There was that dimple again, and he had to resist the urge to stroke the tip of his finger across it.

“Definitely grown-up. And thank you for not…” She stopped herself and her face flushed pink.

I’ll be damned, he thought. Had she actually thought he might make a pass at her? He searched those soft brown eyes, looking for a hint of wishful thinking, but detected none.

He moved closer and she stepped back until she was against the kitchen counter. “This is what you expected?” He put his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned closer but without touching her.

Her eyes went wide.

“This was the last thing on my mind. Under the circumstances, making a pass at you would have been out of line. But now that you’ve suggested it…”

She eyed him warily. “I didn’t suggest anything.”

That’s right, he reminded himself. If anyone was guilty of wishful thinking, he was.

“I’ll just say one more thing,” he said as he backed away from her.

“What’s that?” Her voice was barely audible.

“I always thought Gerald Bedford was a jerk but until today I never had him pegged as a fool.”

“I don’t think he is.”

“Trust me, he is. And when he realizes how badly he screwed up, he’ll think so, too.” He’d bet that regret was already eating at Bedford like a cancer. Guys that arrogant thought they could have it all—beautiful wife, slutty mistress and whatever else money could buy. If he hadn’t come to his senses yet, he soon would. When he did, would he try to get Leslie to take him back?

And would she fall for it?

Brent wanted to believe she was too sensible for that, even though it was none of his business. Had nothing to do with him at all. He’d keep her here as long as he could, but once she was ready to go back home and face the world, they’d go back to being casual acquaintances. She’d ignore him if she ran into him at the deli, or avoid him altogether.

Coping with that would be easier if she didn’t get back together with Gerald. Since he couldn’t tell her that, he decided it was time to change the subject.

“I still have to deliver that lumber to a job site and take the truck back to the warehouse.”

“Are you taking Max with you?”

“I can if you want me to.”

“No, leave him here. He’s good company. I promise I won’t feed him again. Is there anything else I’m not supposed to do?”

Brent scratched the dog behind the ears. “He’s pretty tough. Aren’t you, boy?”

Max panted in agreement.

Brent remembered what his mother had said earlier. What about toiletries? He’d rather not have to make another trip to the drugstore but if Leslie needed something, he’d get it for her. “Do you need me to pick up anything for you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

He suspected she was going easy on him, and he had no argument with that. “You can put your things in the spare room,” he said. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

Be interesting to see if she still felt that away after she saw what was in the bag. “I guess I should pick up something for dinner, too. Do you like pizza? Or Chinese?”

“Chinese would be great. Do you get it from Wong’s Kitchen?”

“Isn’t it the only Chinese restaurant in town?”

“I guess it is. I don’t eat a lot of takeout but I do like their curried noodles.”

“One of my favorites, too. What else would you like?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. Surprise me.”

Mr. Wong’s menu had all the usual standards. No surprises there. Leslie would definitely be surprised that Brent wasn’t over his high school crush, though. Hell, even he was caught off guard because until today, he’d been pretty sure he was.

You might be able to fool yourself, but you can’t fool me. His mother was right. He wasn’t fooling anybody. Least of all himself. He wasn’t over her, and he probably never would be.

AS SOON AS Brent pulled out of the driveway, Leslie checked her voice mail again. Five more calls. This time only one person hadn’t left a message. Nick had returned hers and said to let him know if she needed anything. Her mother had called again, this time with a harsher reprimand and a reminder that if she wasn’t going through with the wedding, she would have to return all the gifts. Leslie punched the key to delete it.

Two more from Allison, whose worried tone had escalated to annoyed. “I know you’re checking your messages, Leslie. Why won’t you call me?” and “I’m sending John over to your place again. I can’t believe you’re making us worry like this.”

She banged the receiver back into its cradle a little harder than she needed to. “Damn it, Allison. This is not about you.”

But she knew everyone, with the exception of her brother, would make this their business. Thank God she didn’t have to go home and deal with the phone calls and people dropping by to check up on her.

She picked up the bag of clothing Brent had brought for her and carried it into his spare room. As she emptied the contents onto the bed, Max jumped up and flopped down next to them. The teddy bear immediately caught her attention. Max’s, too.

“Hey,” she said, snatching it out of his reach. “You have your own bear. Brent gave this one to me.” She picked it up and for a few seconds, tears blurred her vision. Early that morning a courier had delivered Gerald’s wedding gift. The diamond necklace and matching earrings were stunning, but they hadn’t triggered any kind of emotional response. Maybe because she’d been expecting them. Not those exact pieces, but she’d known he would give her something extravagant.

The teddy bear was unexpected, and kind of sweet. Most men sent flowers when they were trying to make a woman feel better but it was becoming apparent that Brent wasn’t like most men, at least not the ones she knew. She set the bear against the pillow and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of his T-shirt.

“I’ll call him Max.” The dog looked up at her. “That seems like a good name for my teddy bear, don’t you think?” When her life was back to normal and she was back in her own home, she would still have Max the teddy bear as a reminder of being rescued by Brent and being here.

She turned her attention to the clothes. He’d really been concerned they might not be good enough for her. He also thought Gerald wasn’t good enough for her, and she liked that. So, no matter what Brent had given her, she would not hurt his feelings by being anything but appreciative.

The jeans looked to be her size, so she wriggled out of Brent’s sweat pants and pulled them on. They were pretty much a perfect fit, just snug enough to be flattering, and soft and faded enough to be comfortable. She hadn’t been sure what he’d bring for her, but she hadn’t expected anything quite this wearable. She decided to leave on his T-shirt, though, and save the other things for the next few days.

Could she stay that long? She was certainly in no hurry to face her family and friends, and in even less of a hurry to tell them about Gerald and Candice.

She picked up the pink toothbrush and opened the package. There was no place to store it in the bedroom so she took it into the bathroom.

While she’d been in the bath, she hadn’t paid much attention to her surroundings. Brent had done a great job of renovating the bathroom while keeping some of the old fixtures and maintaining the heritage feel of the small home. The vanity was an old washstand with a sink installed in it. She loved antiques, and converting it had been a clever idea. A shelf above the sink held a plastic holder with one toothbrush. A blue one. She stuck her new pink one in next to it.

Gerald had kept a toothbrush at her town house but the en suite bathroom had a long, marble-topped vanity with two sinks, so his things were separate from hers. Here, the two toothbrushes stood with their handles crossed and their bristles facing each other. Like they belonged together. She quickly pulled hers out and set it on the shelf. Somehow the two toothbrushes together seemed way too personal.

She was about to leave the bathroom when she spotted her jewelry beside the sink. She scooped up the pieces, but one of the earrings slipped out of her palm.

She grabbed for it and missed. “Damn it!” she said as it slithered down the drain.

She peered into the opening and saw it was partly blocked by two cross pieces. If she had any kind of luck the earring would have caught on one of them, but this was not her lucky day. The earring was gone.

She opened the doors of the vanity and pushed aside a stack of toilet paper so she could see the pipes. She had no idea what she was looking for, but she supposed the earring would be caught in the lowest part of the curved pipe. When Brent came home, she’d ask about calling a plumber.

She could always forget about the earring. It wasn’t as if she would ever wear it again.

Would Gerald expect her to return the jewelry? Knowing him, he probably would. Well, he could think again. She could take them back to the store and get something more practical. Something she’d actually wear, something that wouldn’t remind her that she’d almost ruined her life. Except anything she bought with that money would be a reminder that she nearly had. Better to do the right thing and return the jewelry.

And that meant asking Brent to help her get the earring out of the drain.

“What the hell,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “What’s one more favor?”

She put the necklace and the other earring in the top drawer of the little dresser in the bedroom. While she was standing there, the phone rang. She ran into the kitchen to check the caller ID. C. Girling, again. “Oh, buzz off,” she said to the phone. “If he wanted to talk to you, he would have called you back an hour ago.”

She went back to the bedroom to finish putting her things away.

After she folded the shirts and set them inside a drawer, she held the nightgown up to herself. It was made of thin, pale-blue cotton, a little on the short side but otherwise fairly practical. Very much the sort of thing that was meant for sleeping in. It couldn’t have been more different from the seductive pink silk number she’d intended to wear tonight. She quickly folded the nightgown, set it next to the shirts and closed the drawer.

The only other thing in the bag was a pair of sandals. She slipped off Brent’s socks and tried them on. Not a brand name she recognized, but they were leather and very comfortable. They were new and only a half size too big. Perfect, really, considering that her only other options were either the socks or the wedding shoes she’d left by the front door.

She could use another set of underwear but as welcome as they would have been, she was grateful she didn’t have to accept panties from a man she barely knew. If she washed the things she was wearing and hung them up before she went to bed, they would be dry by morning.

Max appeared to have fallen asleep, but he suddenly sat up as though listening for something and then leaped off the bed and raced out of the room. A minute later she heard Brent’s key in the front door.

He was in the kitchen when she caught up with him, removing take-out containers from a large paper bag. The scents had her mouth watering. “That smells so good.”

“I picked up a few groceries, too, so we’ll have something for breakfast.”

She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Gerald was the only man she’d ever had breakfast with and the thought of waking up in the morning and having breakfast with Brent made her feel strangely self-conscious.

“Pull up a stool,” he said. “I’ll grab some plates.”

“And then after we’ve eaten, I think we’ll have to call a plumber.”

He set the last container on the counter and looked at her. “Oka-a-ay. Why?”

“I left my earrings on the vanity in the bathroom and one of them kind of went down the drain.” Like my marriage, she thought, swallowing the laughter rising in the back of her throat.

“Those were beautiful earrings,” he said.

“You mean it’s gone?”

“Oh, it’s still down there.” He looked way too amused by this.

“So if we call a plumber, he’ll be able to get it out for me?”

“Not necessary.”

That sounded encouraging. “You know how to get things out of drains?”

“Piece of cake. Did you run any water after you dropped it?”

“No.”

“Good. I’ll grab a couple of tools and be right back.”

All sorts of tempting aromas rose from the take-out containers lined up on the counter. She felt a little light-headed, she was so hungry. “We could leave it till after we eat.”

“How much did those earrings cost?”

She shrugged. “A lot?”

“We’ll get it now.” He went out the back door and disappeared into a small shed. A few minutes later he was back with a red plastic bucket and a handful of tools.

She followed him to the bathroom. “Is there something I can do to help?”

He gave her two tools. “Sure. You can hand these to me when I need them.”

She took the tools and stood back while he opened the vanity and emptied it. Then he set the bucket under the sink.

“Pass me that small wrench.”

She knelt on the floor and gave him the smaller of the two tools she was holding, which turned out to be the right one because he used it to unscrew something from the underside of the pipe. Some gray-colored sludge drained into the bucket.

Max squeezed into the tiny bathroom, nearly knocking her over. She grabbed Brent’s shoulder to steady herself.

He glanced back at her and the oversized dog. “I should have put him outside.”

“I can do that,” Leslie offered. But before she had a chance to move, Max jumped into the bathtub.

“He’s fine in there,” Brent said. “At least he’s out of the way.” He swirled the crud that had drained into the bucket. “It must still be caught in the trap,” he said. He got down on the floor on his back, wedged his shoulders between the open doors of the vanity and angled his head under the sink.

She had no idea what kind of trap he was talking about.

With one hand he groped for a tool and grabbed her knee instead. “Sorry. I need the other wrench.”

She handed him the only other tool she had. “That doesn’t look like a wrench.”

“Basin wrench.” It clanged against the pipe and his biceps flexed as he wedged it into position. He heaved on it a couple of times and his T-shirt strained against his chest, then finally rode up, exposing hard, tanned abs. Very hard. Very nice. She tried to look away, but her eyes seemed to have a different idea.

Max leaned out of the tub and nudged her shoulder. Good dog, she thought. I needed a distraction.

Brent loosened some rings on the pipes and the curvy piece came away. He shoved himself out of the vanity, sat up and squinted as he looked into one end of the pipe. Then he tipped it her way so she could have a look. “There it is.”

As he scrambled to his feet, she jumped up and took a step backward. Max got to his feet, too, but he stayed in the bathtub. Brent set the bucket in the tub under the faucet and turned on a trickle of water, letting it run into the pipe.

The dog stuck his nose under the stream.

“Come on, Max. Out of the way.”

The dog stepped back but kept an eye on the water running from the tap.

Leslie watched as the grungy water flowed slowly out the end of the pipe. When the earring appeared, Brent caught it in his fingers and held it up for her to see, then he rinsed it under the tap and handed it to her. “Good thing we found it. It’d be a shame to lose all those diamonds.”

The sudden sharpness in his voice surprised her. “They were a gift from Gerald,” she said, holding it in her palm, still a little reluctant to touch it after seeing where it had been. “I’m going to give them back.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t lose it.”

That was true. “Nothing is going right today. I’m usually not this much trouble.”

His eyes seemed to soften. “Leslie, you’re no trouble. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to clean out the trap once in a while.”

“Is it called that because it traps things that fall down the drain?”

“Afraid not. Every time you turn on the tap, most of the water runs through the system but some of it always stays behind in this bend. That water closes off the pipe so gas from the sewer doesn’t come up into the house.”

“That is really disgusting.”

He laughed. “Not as disgusting as a house full of sewer gas.”

That was true. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation like this.”

“And I’ve never had to fish diamonds out of a drainpipe. I guess that makes us even.”

“Actually, I owe you for this. For everything.”

“Next time I need something, I’ll know who to ask.”

For the first time that day he sounded like the guy she’d known in high school, always quick with a comeback and a double meaning. It had bugged her in those days, but right now she didn’t mind playing along. “You can ask, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get what you want.”

“I’m well aware of that, but sometimes persistence pays off.”

His gaze held hers like a magnet. She couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried, and the walls of the tiny bathroom seemed to close in on them. She might have been tempted to continue the game if he hadn’t just let on that her being here had something to do with his persistence. She had assumed his driving by the church had been a coincidence, but what if it wasn’t? If that was the case, it definitely wouldn’t be right to lead him on, and she always did the right thing.

Brent lightly touched her shoulder and urged her toward the door, then bent to pick up the tools. “Dinner’s getting cold,” he said softly. “I’ll put the plumbing back together while you serve it. Plates are in the cupboard next to the fridge.”

It was as if he’d sensed her confusion and was giving her an easy way out. She took it.