Lindsay’s face was beet-red.

Dylan had turned to a statue.

“You—” Lindsay pointed to Dylan, anger quaking deep in her voice “—scheming little pirate-boy. You take us back to Manhattan, right this minute.”

Ten

The next afternoon, Kaitlin struggled to forget the entire weekend. If she chalked up her experience on Serenity Island to yet another childish fantasy where she found a family and lived happily ever after, she could cope with the way Zach had systematically and deliberately ripped her heart out.

It wasn’t real.

It had never been real.

Working from her apartment, she’d gone back to her original renovation designs, ignoring the twinges of guilt when she thought about Ginny and Sadie and what they might think of what she was doing to the Harpers’ Manhattan building.

This wasn’t about Sadie, nor was it about the Harper and Gilby families. This was about Kaitlin, and her career, and her ability to stand on her own two feet and take care of herself every second of every day for the rest of her life.

So despite the knowledge that Sadie was unlikely to approve of the three extra floors, the five-story lobby, the saltwater aquarium and the palm trees, those features were staying, every single one of them. And she’d added a helipad. Who knew when Dylan would want to drop in?

She’d even thought about replacing the fountains in the lobby with a two-story waterfall. In fact, she was still considering it.

It was halfway through the afternoon, and her legs were starting to cramp. She rose from her computer, crossing the living room to the kitchen, snagging her second Sugar Bob’s doughnut. She knew they were becoming an addiction. But she promised herself she’d add an extra half hour at the gym every day, and she’d kick the habit completely just as soon as the Harper building renovation was complete.

A woman could only handle so many things at once. She took a big bite.

There was a rap on her door, so she ditched the doughnut in the box and tossed the box back into her cupboard, wiping the powdered sugar from her lips.

For a split second she wondered if it might be Zach. Then, just as quickly, she promised herself she wouldn’t open the door if it was.

She wouldn’t.

She had absolutely nothing left to say to the man.

But when she checked through the peephole, it was Lindsay standing in the hallway. Kaitlin opened the door to find her friend balancing a large Agapitos pizza box on one hand and holding a bottle of tequila in the other.

“Pepperoni and sausage,” Lindsay said without preamble, walking forward as Kaitlin opened the door up wide and shifted out of the way. “I hope you have limes.”

It was only three-thirty. Somewhat early to start in on margaritas, but the day was already a nutritional bust, so what the hell?

“How are you holding up?” asked Lindsay as she crossed to the small kitchen table while Kaitlin shut and latched the apartment door.

“I am absolutely fine,” said Kaitlin, her determination putting a spring in her step as she squared her shoulders.

“You are a terrible liar,” Lindsay countered.

That was true enough. But Kaitlin also knew that if she said something loud enough and often enough, sometimes it started to feel true.

Kaitlin headed for the fridge, reciting the words she’d rehearsed in her mind. “So it turned out to be a con. It wasn’t like we didn’t expect it to be one. Zach was fighting to save money. I was fighting for my career. Our positions were incompatible from the get-go.” She paused, taking a moment to regroup her emotions. “Though I have to admit, I didn’t expect him to be quite so good.”

She tugged open the fridge door, fighting to keep her voice even, but not doing a particularly good job. “Still, I was colossally stupid to have fallen for his act. I mean, didn’t you and I call it almost to the detail before we left?”

“I never thought he’d take it as far as he did,” Lindsay ventured from behind her.

“I did,” said Kaitlin with a decisive nod as she bent to scoop a couple of limes from the crisper drawer. “He was trying to use sex as an advantage all along.”

She’d known that. And she had no idea why she’d let herself sink so far into a ridiculous fantasy. She’d figured it out, yet in four short days he had her convinced to do exactly what he’d wanted with the renovations, and she was romping wantonly in his bed every night to boot.

Stupid move.

She snagged the limes.

Yesterday she’d been angry.

This morning she’d been heartbroken.

Right now, she was more embarrassed than anything.

“What about you?” she asked Lindsay, making up her mind to quit talking about it as she closed the fridge.




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