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in two equal halves. One half hated him for what he’d done, and one half could remember how safe and secure he’d made her feel. She wished the sidewalk would open up and swallow her whole so she could escape his humiliating torture.
    “I’m not going to let you play the martyr, Fate. What happened was both of our faults and I’ve accepted responsibility for my part in it. But it’s behind us now. Come to dinner tonight with me and we can talk.”
    He was really going to try and place some of the blame for his cheating on her.
    Fate shook her head. “No, thank you.”
    She wondered why Gwen hadn’t made her great escape yet. Instead of ducking out of this excruciatingly uncomfortable confrontation, the woman seemed to be standing closer to Fate as if she were prepared to leap in front of her if necessary.
    “You’ve made your point.” Trevor’s voice rose and he reached for her arm. “If you think I’m going to pay for your mother’s—”
    “Stop. Just stop. Please.” She jerked out of his grasp and held her hands up. “I don’t want to go to dinner and I don’t want to talk. Just go. Please.”
    The last thing she wanted was for her mother’s stint in rehab to be made public knowledge to the only friend she’d made so far. Not that Gwen seemed terribly judgmental, but it was private and Fate wanted to keep it that way.
    Trevor’s jaw ticked and he narrowed his eyes at her. “I want to make sure we’re clear. What happened in the Hamptons will not ever happen again. I am ready to move past it, but if you can’t, then you’re right. We are done. And by done, I mean I won’t pay another penny for your mom’s medical care and you can both live in a crack den for all I care. You need to think long and hard about what you’re walking away from, Fate. You sure you’re prepared to do this?”
    Eying him carefully, cataloguing every inch of him—from his narrow waist in tailored khaki pants and neatly tucked and pressed pale-blue oxford shirt—Fate tried to remember what she had ever seen in him. He went after what he wanted, and that had once been a quality she admired. Now, she realized that he believed himself entitled to what he wanted just because, and that was no longer an attractive character trait as far as she was concerned.
    Everything had been handed to Trevor Harris and he’d never had to face a negative consequence a day in his life. Until now. He’d cheated and he’d gotten caught, and the price for that would be that they were done. She had absolutely no idea how she would continue paying for her mother’s stay at The Second Chance Ranch, but she knew that she’d figure it out somehow. And like everything else in her life from here on out, she’d be doing it without any help from Trevor.
    “Have a nice life, Trevor. And I mean that.”
    She did. Strangely, she wasn’t consumed by the fiery, passionate hatred she’d felt toward him a few weeks ago. She was just nursing wounds of hurt and disappointment. Wounds that were already beginning to heal. Wounds that had began to heal the night a stranger held her in his arms.
    “Don’t do this. Give it some time. I think you’ll feel differently when you’ve had time to see past your anger.”
    She would’ve smiled if the entire situation weren’t so horribly sad. He hadn’t expected her to really be done with him. He had no idea how to let it go because he’d never dealt with rejection or refusal.
    “Goodbye, Trevor.”
    He gaped at her for a moment before letting out a harsh noise of angered amusement. “You’ll change your mind, Fate. You will. I just hope that, when you do, it isn’t too late.”
    Hell would freeze over and the devil would hand out snow cones before that happened.
    She waited until he’d turned and strode away from them before turning to Gwen.
    “I wish I could tell you we were actors rehearsing for a play.”
    Gwen’s blue eyes were bright with interest. “What? No way. That was like a soap opera