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“Come in.”
I opened the door.
There she was, typing on her laptop at the desk she’d moved into the center of the room.
“Work starts soon.”
She nodded and continued typing.
“I fixed the Wi-Fi for you,” I said. “You should have a signal now.” As before, I couldn’t keep my gaze from drifting to her chest.
She squinted at her screen and clicked. “Uh-huh… Password?”
“Still Innocent followed by the digits eight seven. No spaces and innocent is capped.” I snapped my eyes back to her face when she looked up.Viper, I reminded myself.Did vipers have such light blue eyes?
Her face didn’t show any recognition that the password related to what she’d done to me. I’d been innocent then, and that had never changed. Eighty-seven had been my jersey number in high school, and that didn’t seem to register with her either. She typed the password in slowly, and she must have gotten a connection because her mouth turned up in a slight smile.
“Checking the news or playing a game?” I asked.
She shook her head with what could best be described as a sneer.
Grace’s ankle-biter mutt was already sniffing at my pants leg. I shoved it away with my foot.
“Izzy, no,” Angela said sternly.
The little dog backed away. It had never listened to me, but perhaps it was the feminine voice, more like her owner’s. Maybe next time I’d have to try falsetto.
Angela went back to her typing and ignored me, which was probably for the best.
“Marge made pancakes, and…” I meant to say more, and probably should have, but my eyes landed on the embroidered luggage she had sitting on the bed. I recognized it as custom soft-sided luggage for the car she drove.
Custom luggage embroidered not only with her name, but the big R8 logo of her car—the car I’d lusted after and didn’t have, but she did. It shouldn’t have bothered me. A hell of a lot of things shouldn’t bother me, but this one did.
I turned and left.
Custom-embroidered fucking luggage, and she had the car that went with it.
* * *
Angela
He left,and the door closed. Only then did I realize what I’d just done again.
He said he’d fixed the Wi-Fi for me, and what had I said? Not a thing—not even a mumbled thank you.
I filled in the last line on the file I was working on, saved it, and shut the laptop’s lid. Rushing to the door, I yelled for him, “Boone.”
I was too late. He’d already disappeared into the house.
Julie nudged her way past me, and Izzy followed. They thought it was time for another walk.
After corralling them back into the shack—correction, cottage—I grabbed my purse and headed around the lawn for the promised pancakes.
Boone was already at the table cutting into a short stack of pancakes on his plate.
Marge stood by the stove. “Good morning, dear,” she singsonged as I entered. “Sleeping in after a long night, are we?”
“No, she was up and playing on her computer,” Boone answered for me.
