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going to fuck her. There was no denying it. There was enough common sense left in him to know that didn’t need to happen. Having sex with Shayla would only complicate matters. He’d tried casual affairs, and they didn’t work. She planned to move on, live an exciting life somewhere else. He wanted to stay in Helena, run his practice, and grow old here. Just like before, he’d want more from her than she’d be willing to give, and he wasn’t horny enough to risk it.
    He slowly broke the kiss. Her eyes were out of focus, her hand still curled around his ear. She blinked a few times before meeting his gaze. Damn, he loved her eyes. Tipped exotically at the corners, large and dark, just one look from beneath her lashes always sent his heart into overdrive. Now they were filled with desire, longing, and uncertainty.
    He licked his lips before speaking. “I came to apologize for last night.”
    â€œYou’re forgiven.” She whispered. She rubbed his ear with one hand while the other stroked his hair.
    His dick leaped in his pants. “We can’t do this.”
    For a second he thought she would argue, before resignation settled over her features. With a bland smile she said, “You’re right.”
    Slightly disappointed she didn’t argue, he gently pushed her away. He cleared his throat and straightened the front of his khakis, but the bulge in his pants was prominent. Her eyes focused on it before she blinked and turned to sit on the small leather sofa.
    â€œSo, let’s skip the whole
we’ll pretend this didn’t happen
conversation, and you can get right to telling me why you decided to apologize for yesterday,” she said.
    Gratitude fought with annoyance at the way she easily changed the subject. It was best to take gratitude’s side. He sat on the edge of the couch making sure to keep as much space as possible between them. He would have preferred to sit somewhere else, but there were no other chairs in the small living room.
    He rested his arms on his thighs and rubbed his hands together. “I didn’t like it today when everyone dumped the blame on you for the affair. They didn’t know, or care, about what really happened. I wasn’t any better. Worse even, because you told me what happened when you didn’t have to.” He turned his head and looked at her. “I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry.”
    She took a deep breath before shaking her head. “You don’t need to be sorry. You only did what you’ve always done and held me accountable for my mistakes. At the time, I thought he cared and I let that justify what I did. Even when I suspected he may not go through with the divorce.”
    â€œHe lied to you.”
    She shrugged. “He wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last. Next time I won’t be dumb enough to fall for a married man’s game.” She fingered the small, gold heart resting at the base of her throat.
    â€œYou deserve more.” He sat back and brought his leg on the couch as he faced her.
    She lowered her head before glancing at him through her lashes. “You’ve always said that. That’s one of the reasons I love y … ” she cleared her throat and sat up. “Loved being your friend.” She glanced around the room then asked. “So how’s your dad?”
    It took a second for her question to register. Had she really almost confessed to … he didn’t complete the thought. Shayla claimed to love him once before and broke his heart hours later.
    â€œOther than ignoring his high blood pressure and diabetes, he’s good.” He said.
    Concern crinkled her brow. “Is he really sick?”
    He shook his head. “No, just stubborn. This morning he said he didn’t need to eat right because that’s what the pills were for.”
    Shayla laughed; it was a deep and throaty laugh that sent chills across