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But Tanner wasn’t nearly satisfied with a memory. He trudged back into the red, white and blue church hall, his lips pursed, his mind going a million miles a second.

“She dumped you,” his father said casually as Tanner pulled out a folding chair and sat beside his mother.

Tanner loosened his tie and grimaced. “She went home. Ricky Avery said she said something about having to comb out up-dos in the morning.”

“If she said she does, she does,” Tanner’s mother confirmed, then popped an olive in her mouth. “Not everybody’s retired like you are.”

“No kidding,” Tanner said.

“In fact, she just bought her beauty shop from Flora Mae Houser. Flora Mae had it for the past thirty years. You probably don’t remember her, but she was the woman who—”

Tanner scowled at his mother.

“Sorry, dear,” she said, then smiled. “I keep forgetting my two men hate it when I switch topics without warning. We can go back to talking about how Bailey doesn’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“If she hadn’t just run like her shoes were on fire, I would have sworn you set this up for me to meet her,” Tanner grumbled. There wasn’t another woman in the room who came close to Bailey. Nobody else he cared to even talk to, let alone dance with. And his parents would have known he’d like her from the first hello.

“Not me,” Jim McConnell said.

“Not me, either,” Doris seconded. “Nobody sets anything up for a woman like Bailey. Besides, look around you. There are plenty of fish in this proverbial sea. Just go ask somebody to dance.”

“I’m out of the mood,” Tanner said, rising from his seat. “I think I’ll go home, too.”

Doris smiled. “You can’t go home. You drove us, remember?”

He sighed. Now he knew for sure his parents hadn’t set him up with Bailey. If they had, they wouldn’t have ridden with him in his car. They would have given him access to drive Bailey home. Or to follow her when she ran, since his mother probably knew Bailey would leave early because of work. He hadn’t been set up. His parents didn’t want him married to Bailey Stephenson. They simply wanted him married.

Tanner’s mother waved her hand in the direction of the crowd. “Go ask somebody to dance. Your good mood will come back.”

Tanner didn’t bother to argue that he hadn’t been in a good mood about this dinner dance until he met Bailey. He didn’t want to mention it to his parents, because then he would have to explain it to himself. And if he started explaining it to himself he would have to use words like intrigued, fascinated, maybe even smitten. Which was ridiculous. He’d hardly said two words to the woman. He couldn’t be interested in someone he didn’t know beyond eye color and occupation. Besides, she obviously didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He couldn’t be smitten with someone who didn’t even like him. It wasn’t normal.

It was for that very reason that Tanner rousted himself from his seat and did ask a few of the eligible women to dance. But though lovely, intelligent and fun, none of them seemed to intrigue him the way Bailey had. He didn’t know what it was about her that drew him, but something did. And it was something more than the fact that she was a challenge. She fit in his arms. She smelled wonderful. And he saw those darned violet eyes of hers the minute he closed his eyes that night in bed.

In church the next morning, Tanner decided he was just tired, and overwhelmed from selling his business on the spur of the moment and drastically changing his life. There would be plenty of women in Florida, maybe even a woman who knew more about operating a charter boat business than he did. He didn’t need Bailey Stephenson. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he wanted Bailey Stephenson. Half of what he thought he felt might have been his imagination. He was a happy guy with a great life and a future most people would fight for. He had everything he wanted and needed.

Unfortunately, just as he got himself comfortable with that thought, Mayor Thorpe and his wife Emmalee marched down the center aisle with their three perfectly behaved, well-dressed children. Tanner’s heart sank. The family, the life Emmalee had now was exactly what they’d envisioned having together. Except if she had stayed married to Tanner, Emma would have had a bigger house and more security. Yet, she’d dumped him. Tanner wasn’t such a simpleton that he thought money meant more than love, but she had loved him. He had loved her. They’d been crazy about each other. But here she was, walking down the center aisle of the church with another man’s children.

Even after ten years it still hurt. Not that he wasn’t over her. He was. He knew that the man he’d become couldn’t live the life she had here in Wilmore. He needed more. He needed different things. And he usually got them, because, when the need arose, he could be ruthless.

Single-minded, self-centered and ruthless.

Emmalee was, in fact, the person who had told him that. She had told him to move on because his big dreams had changed him and he didn’t fit in this town anymore. She was tired of pretending that he was great and wonderful to grace them with his presence a few times a month, faking that he belonged here when he didn’t. He belonged anywhere but quiet, mellow Wilmore. She was even the one who suggested that he try living somewhere like New York where aggressiveness was an art, not a transgression.

So he did move and he discovered she was right. He did fit better in a bigger city. But just because she had hit the nail on the head, that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt like hell to lose his wife and his hometown all in one quick swoop.

Which was exactly why he knew he had to stay away from Bailey Stephenson and every other woman in this town. He didn’t belong here. Even a woman who had adored him had known it and sent him packing. He was only here now to supervise the repair of the flood damage to his parents’ property, and to say goodbye to some old friends before he moved a thousand miles away, because when the month was out, he was off to Florida. And he wasn’t coming back. Not even for sporadic visits. The plan was that his parents would visit him, not vice versa. He would never return to West Virginia. So there was no sense making any more ties.

He felt comfortable with that assessment and even took a minute to objectively appreciate how adorable Emmalee’s kids were and to recognize that Artie Thorpe was definitely more suited to being Emma’s husband than Tanner had been. And he happily realized he could probably hold a pleasant conversation with them after the service.

And then Bailey walked in.

Unlike the other women who still sported sagging upsweeps from the night before, Bailey’s blond hair hung straight and silky to the middle of her back. Wearing a simple floral sheath that accented her curves and showed off her long, shapely legs, Bailey Stephenson was everything he remembered from the night before, and every feeling, every sensation he had while dancing with her came flooding back.

Tanner completely forgot about Artie and Emma Thorpe. He forgot he didn’t belong in this town. He forgot that half the congregation was undoubtedly watching him. All he could do was stare at Bailey and remember the fluttering in his stomach when he looked at her, when he danced with her.

She turned to walk into the pew she had chosen and caught sight of Tanner and his parents. Tanner’s mother gave Bailey the subtle, fingers-only wave women used for a greeting when they were trying to be discreet, and Bailey returned the smile and the wave, her gaze straying to Tanner.

He almost sighed with relief, because from the look in her eyes it was obvious she found him attractive, too. But when it appeared hard for her to pull her gaze away from his, the fluttering in his stomach flared again. By the time she sat down and the service started, Tanner not only forgot all about the pain of the past, he had shifted back into his normal way of looking at things. His rule of thumb was to make the best of the life he had, not pine for the one he’d lost. And right now he had a sixth sense that fate was handing him the chance to spend some time with an absolutely stunning, unpretentious woman. He almost grinned. Life was incredibly good to him.

He actually found himself timing the sermon with growing irritation. Reverend Daniels seemed to be in a particularly talkative mood. With every five-minute segment that ticked off on Tanner’s watch, his squirming grew more evident. But because Bailey’s squirming grew more evident, too, he was absolutely positive they would literally run into each other’s arms at the end of the service. However, when the good pastor finally let them go, Bailey exploded from the church and scrambled to her car…not to him.

Standing on the church steps, too far away to even hope to catch her, Tanner had to forcefully stop himself from cursing out loud.

“Hey, Tanner.”

Tanner turned to see Artie and Emma and three little blond munchkins huddled around them, looking as if they were velcroed to their parents’ knees. With thoughts of Bailey still clouding his brain, he automatically smiled his public-relations smile and extended his hand to Artie. “Hi, Artie,” he said, shaking his hand. “Emma,” he added, nodding to his ex-wife. “Who are these guys?”

“I’m Sam,” the first child said, then he sniffed.

“Oh, darn,” Emma said, sounding exasperated. “We forgot his allergy medicine this morning.”

Sam sniffed more loudly. “That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, Samuel Eugene Thorpe,” Emma said. A tall beauty, with red hair and porcelain skin, Emma made a pretty picture as a mother. “You might not like to take those pills, but you need them!” She faced Tanner again. “I’m sorry, Tanner, but we’ve got to go.”

“Hey, never let it be said that I stood in the way of proper child care.”

“How long are you in town?” she asked, studying him cautiously.

Tanner’s gaze strolled in the direction Bailey’s SUV had taken and then he pulled it back to his ex-wife. “I don’t know.”

“Well,” Emma said carefully, glancing at her husband who was talking to Dave Banister, one of the town’s two councilmen. “I think you and I need to talk. There’s some stuff—”

“After ten years,” Tanner interrupted. “I doubt it, Emma.”

He hadn’t intended to be so cool or so cruel, but those darned memories crept up on him when he didn’t want them to. Ten years ago she had her say and she had succinctly told him what a terrible husband he was. And he agreed. As a husband, he was a washout. But right now he didn’t need to be reminded that the prettiest girl from his high school class had dumped him. Especially not when the pretty beautician who currently intrigued him—the woman he instinctively knew was the one he was supposed to be spending time with—wouldn’t give him that time, probably because she’d heard the rumors about his divorce. Again this confirmed what Emma had said the day she asked him to leave: in New York, he could do absolutely anything he wanted. In West Virginia his past haunted him. After he got to Florida, he would send Emma flowers with an apology to make up for his rudeness, but right now he just wanted to go home.

Luckily, his parents were starving and had done a lot of socializing last night so they’d all headed back to the house. Feeling spurned by Bailey without a real chance to explain himself or his intentions, Tanner wasn’t surprised that he devised a plan to see her while his mother was putting the finishing touches on lunch. And it also didn’t surprise him when he left the house with a mumbled apology before the food was served. Because he really wasn’t hungry. He felt like a man with a mission. Not that he was going to force Bailey to go out with him or even to pay attention to him. He had never had to use manipulation or coercion with a woman. And he was sure that, given an opportunity to see that he wasn’t a bad guy—he was just a sort of transient guy—Bailey wouldn’t have to be forced, either.

After rushing to her apartment to change into jeans and a T-shirt, and racing to her parents’ house to have a quick lunch with her family, Bailey hurried to her shop. But when she arrived it wasn’t to discover a line of impatient, flat-haired women awaiting her. Bailey only found Tanner McConnell on the top step leading to her salon door. He was handsome enough that even dressed in simple jeans and a plain white polo shirt, with his short sandy-brown hair ruffled by the June breeze and his green eyes clear and direct, watching her every move as she exited her SUV, the man could stop women’s hearts. But not hers. She had already had this conversation with herself.

She frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I want you to comb out my up-do.”

He said it so sincerely that Bailey giggled. “You don’t have an up-do. In fact, you could never get an up-do. Your hair is too short.”

“You want to restyle it?” he asked hopefully.

She shook her head. “No. It’s fine the way it is…great actually.”

He smiled. “Really? You like it? I mean, that’s your professional opinion?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Whoever styled your hair knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Roberto will be relieved I’m sure.”

“Good. Go call him now to tell him, because I have work to do.”

“You’re blowing me off again.”

Fumbling with her keys, she managed the dual purpose of avoiding his eyes and unlocking her shop. “No, I’m not.”

“Good, then trim my hair. Leave the style just like Roberto has it, but take off that annoying fraction of an inch or so that keeps getting in my way.”

Leading him into the spotlessly clean shop, she said, “You’re not serious.”

“Is this a hair salon?” he asked, looking around at the four black stylists chairs, low-bowled chrome sinks and white-hooded dryers.

She nodded.

“Are you open for business?”

This time Bailey sighed. She knew she had no choice but to do what he wanted. Because if she told him she wasn’t open and one of her regulars came by to get rid of her day-old curls from the celebration, Bailey wouldn’t be able to take her in. At this point, with a huge business loan and customers not quite sure if they wanted to be loyal to the shop or try their luck somewhere else, Bailey couldn’t afford to offend anyone.

“I’m open.”

“Okay, then. I want my hair trimmed.”

She directed Tanner to sit on her salon chair, and pulled out the big black cape she used to cover the clothes of customers. She draped it over his white polo shirt and jeans. “I see you went home and changed after church, like I did.”

“Is that where you went?” he asked casually, but from the looks he had given her all through the service Bailey knew he had been planning to chat with her and undoubtedly she irritated him by speeding off.

“To change and to have lunch with my family,” she explained, occupied now with selecting scissors.

“That’s nice. You must be close to your family,” he said. He sounded truly interested, but Bailey didn’t think it was prudent to get into a personal discussion with him. No sense in encouraging him when they didn’t have a future together. He wasn’t staying in Wilmore, and even if by some miracle he fell madly in love with her, she was tied to the town by a big loan. He could not carry her off on his white horse. No one could. She was stuck here.

She brushed her fingers through the back of his already-short hair and was surprised by how silky it was. “Your hair doesn’t really need to be trimmed, you know.”

“Sure it does,” he insisted.

“Okay,” she said, combing her nails through the short, satiny locks again. She had cut enough hair in her lifetime that she thought she had felt all possible combinations of textures and naps, but there was something unsettlingly different about Tanner’s hair. It tingled against her fingertips and palm, as if it were alive.

She cleared her throat. “I’m only taking off about an eighth of an inch.”

“That’s good. That’s about how much I figure has been getting in the way when I blow dry.”

The very absurdity of that statement made her laugh again. “Stop that,” she said, but she sounded like a silly schoolgirl flirting with the star athlete.

“Why? Don’t you like to laugh?”

“I love to laugh, but if you’re smart you won’t want the person who has scissors to your head to get a case of the giggles. I could ruin your hair.”

“It would grow back.”

She drew in a resigned breath. “Do you always have an answer for everything?”

“Yes,” he said, quickly, concisely. He was so serious about it that he caught her wrist to prevent her scissors from reaching his hair, and he turned on the chair to face her. “Yes, I have an answer for everything, so if you would just tell me why you keep avoiding me I could probably resolve the issue in your mind and we could have a good time while I’m here in Wilmore.”

“Oh, I see,” she said. She wiggled her wrist from his grasp, set her scissors on the counter and untied the smock he wore to protect his clothes from the hair she would have cut, if she had cut any. “That’s what this is all about. You don’t like rejection.”

“I take rejection just fine. I not only started a new business, I ran it for eight years. I know all about rejection. And this has nothing to do with rejection. I like you.”

“We haven’t even had a twenty-minute conversation,” Bailey said, leaning against her counter and crossing her arms on her chest. “How can you say you like me? You don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t know me enough to keep blowing me off like this,” Tanner countered with a smile. “So have dinner with me tonight. We’ll get to know each other and then we can make an informed decision.”

Bailey shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Tanner asked, sounding totally confused.

She would have told him there was no future for them and, therefore, no point in their going out, but before the words clearly formed in her brain, her shop door opened.

“Hi, Bailey,” Norma Alexander greeted, then she saw Tanner. “Oops! Sorry!” she said, her eyes wide and round with surprise. “I thought you were open for business.”

“I am open for business. Tanner was just leaving.”

“Actually, Norma,” Tanner said, pulling out all his charm and pouring it on poor unsuspecting Norma through his warm, sincere voice, broad smile and earnest eyes. “I could use about another five minutes with Bailey. If you wouldn’t mind…”

“She minds!” Bailey said, grabbing Norma’s arm to guide her into the shop. “For Pete’s sake, Tanner. I’m trying to make a living here.”

“Okay, then, you asked for this,” Tanner said, his eyes narrowing as if he had calculated this risk and decided to take it. “I want to have dinner with you tonight, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Norma’s eyes lit up and she said, “Oh!” as if she had been witness to an historic event.

Bailey shook her head, refusing him in spite of his declaration that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “No.”

“Give me one good reason.”

“I have a committee meeting.”

“I thought the whole purpose of that dinner dance last night was to celebrate that the flood cleanup was over. You shouldn’t be having meetings anymore.”

“You forgot the revitalization committee, the one your mother said you couldn’t join because you’re leaving town.”

He sighed. “No, I haven’t forgotten.”

“We’re meeting tonight.”

“What kind of committee meets on a Sunday night?” he asked.

Obviously exasperated, he took a few steps in her direction, as if being closer could somehow sway things in his favor. When he got to within a foot of her and her pulse began to scramble, her breathing felt heavy and the blood virtually tingled through her veins, Bailey recognized he was right. Since his nearness endangered her sanity, there was a very real possibility that she would agree to anything he wanted…right before she melted into a puddle at his feet.

Playing with the locket at her neck, she looked him in the eyes and didn’t say anything until she had mustered her most firm, most authoritative voice. What came out was more like a squeak, but at least she was still standing.

“The kind with a lot of busy people on it.”

Apparently sensing victory because of her shaky voice, he smiled. “Tomorrow night, then?”

“Shop’s open Monday nights.”

“Tuesday?”

“It’s hot wing night at my dad’s bar.”

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

“All you’ll do is see me because I waitress. I won’t have time to stop and chat.”

“Are you ever free?” he asked in exasperation.

Bailey grinned. “Nope.”

Glancing from Tanner to Bailey and then back again, Norma laughed. “Tanner McConnell, I think you’d better give up before Bailey ruins your reputation of being a ladies man.”

Tanner turned his smile on Norma again. “I wouldn’t be placing any money on that bet if I were you.”

Norma giggled with happiness, but Bailey felt her heart swell with the frustration of wanting something she couldn’t have. She was very tempted to throw caution to the wind and spend some time with him. But all she had to do was glance around at her shop to realize she couldn’t afford three months of depression after he left her. She had utility bills, stylists’ salaries and a big loan to pay. Depression would stop all that cold.

“Okay, Tanner,” she said, then pointed him to her door. “I have work to do. Fun’s over.”

He smiled. “The fun’s only begun Bailey,” he said, then pivoted and made the best exit Bailey had ever seen anyone make through Flora Mae’s old shop door. Not just because he was smiling and walking tall, but because both Norma and Bailey got a very nice view of his back profile.

Norma sighed with female appreciation.

Bailey sighed, too. “You can say that again.”

Happy to have shaken up Bailey the way she continually shook him, Tanner left the salon. But as soon as he stepped out into the Sunday-afternoon sunshine, he realized he didn’t have a darned thing to be happy about. He hadn’t gotten a date. He really hadn’t made any headway. She obviously had her reasons for not wanting to go out with him, but he still didn’t know what they were. So far all she had given him were excuses, not reasons.

Though the obvious guess was that she was afraid to get involved with him because of the rumors after his divorce, he had a weird sense that Bailey couldn’t be scared off by something like that; she wouldn’t blindly believe gossip. She would give him a chance to have his say. So her reasons had to be more practical, more personal, but he still didn’t know what the hell they were.

With a sigh he started walking toward his car, but when he stopped to insert the key into the lock, he heard someone calling him.

“Tanner! Tanner McConnell!”

Tanner glanced up and saw Joe Johnson, one of his high school football teammates. “Hey, Joe!” he greeted as Joe ambled over.

A few inches shorter than Tanner and obviously going bald, Joe had kept himself physically fit and looked as strong and athletic as he had fifteen years ago.

“How the heck are ya?” Joe asked, vigorously pumping the hand Tanner extended.

“I’m fine. Actually, I’m glad I ran into you. You’re one of the people on my list to call before I move to Florida,” Tanner said. “How long has it been, anyway?”

“Would you believe since high school?”

“Yeah, I would believe it,” Tanner said. He didn’t come home often enough to keep in touch with his friends and he sadly realized that was another casualty of his divorce. “Why weren’t you at the dinner last night?”

“The renovation celebration?” Joe asked, frowning.

Tanner nodded.

“Are you kidding? Any self-respecting former jock wouldn’t be caught dead at one of those schmaltzy town functions.” Joe’s eyes narrowed. “You went?”

“My mother made me.”

Joe laughed heartily. “No kidding. Your mother made you? Somehow I thought you were one of those guys who stopped listening to his mother long ago.”

“Well, typically it’s not an issue because she usually stays out of my life.”

Tanner made the statement in a matter-of-fact way, but Joe eyed him curiously, and Tanner felt his reputation slip another notch. First Norma saw Bailey turn him down, now Joe knew he still listened to his mother.

Giving Tanner an odd look, Joe asked, “What happened this time?”

“I think she wants grandchildren,” Tanner said, deciding he might as well be honest. Events in little Wilmore, West Virginia, really didn’t have any impact on the rest of his life. This was a stopover, nothing more. Besides, he was cool. He had always been cool. Even his divorce from Emma hadn’t ruined that part of his reputation. If he played this right, he could make obeying your mother the hip, trendy thing to do.

Joe laughed. “Oh, you are in trouble.”

“It’s worse than you think. Not only did I go to the dinner dance, but I actually found someone I liked.”

“You lie,” Joe said, as if shocked.

Tanner shook his head. “Do you know Bailey Stephenson?”

Joe stared at him. “The beautician?”

Tanner nodded.

“Forget that!” Joe said. “She doesn’t go out with anyone.”

“Since when have I ever run from a challenge?”

“Never,” Joe said. “But Bailey’s not a challenge. She’s one of those crusader types. Revitalization committee, renovation committee, build a park committee. If there was a division of Save the Whales nearby she’d be on that committee, too.”

“So, she’s not avoiding me because she doesn’t like me personally?”

“I doubt it. The woman’s not interested in anyone and every man who’s ever been interested in her ends up on a committee. And after she gets the guy on the committee she keeps him too busy to have time to see her. Nobody’s ever figured out how to beat her system.”

“Maybe,” Tanner proposed, thinking this through as if it were a business deal, not a romantic possibility, “nobody’s ever tried to make the best of the time spent on the committee?”

Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. I only know that letting her know you want to take her out is the worst thing you can do. If you like her, the best thing to do is keep it to yourself…” He stopped to grin. “Of course, if you keep it to yourself, there’s no point in being interested, right?

For about thirty seconds silence reigned, then Joe again asked, “Right?”

Tanner knew Joe was looking for Tanner’s agreement that the situation was hopeless, but he didn’t precisely agree. The trick to getting time with Bailey appeared to be striking a balance. Being in her company because of the committee work and somehow wangling private time to go along with it. To him, the formula was obvious and almost foolproof.

But he didn’t like using formulas or trickery of any kind to romance a woman. On top of that, the last thing in the world he needed was to get involved with a crusader. And since he now knew that her justification for not wanting to go out with him was nothing more serious than that she was busy, there was no reason for Tanner to feel insulted or curious. He really could take no for an answer.

He really should take no for an answer.

But he still had that tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach that wouldn’t leave him alone. He wanted to go out with her. Really wanted to. Not because there wasn’t anything else to do in this one-horse town, but because he liked her. He liked the way he felt when he was with her.

In his teens that was the only reason to go out with a girl. Because he liked her and liked the way he felt about himself when he was with her. Being in Wilmore was bringing all that back for him. The wisdom of his youth. A sense of self that suddenly felt very comfortable. With everything in his life changing at a frantic pace, it felt good to have a kind of order or maybe roots. He wasn’t quite sure how he had turned into the guy who hurt Emma, but he did know it seemed right to get back to basics, and he wanted to follow those instincts and intuitions.

The only problem was, the woman he liked didn’t want to see him. Of course, he had already figured out the formula to fix that. All Tanner had to do was keep her confused about his purposes for being around her until she realized he was a nice guy who deserved a date or two. Hell, if push came to shove, Tanner could find a branch of Save the Whales and take her to a meeting. That kind of gesture was exactly what he needed. It would prove he was benevolent and it would also be a way to spend time with her.

He glanced at Joe, deciding inside help was standing right in front of him. Though Joe thought a date with Bailey was an impossible dream, he had all kinds of facts at his disposal that Tanner could use to take it from impossible to possible.

He put his arm around Joe’s shoulder and led him in the direction of the diner. “Can I buy you lunch?”

“I already ate.”

“How about a cup of coffee?”

Joe shrugged. “I could drink a cup.”

“Good,” Tanner said, then he smiled. He would get Miss Bailey Stephenson to see he was a nice guy. And when he did, she would be glad, because a date with him wasn’t exactly torture. Most of the women he dated thought he was fun…interesting…lots of good stuff. This time next week, Bailey would be thanking him.