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Vince actually told my father that he’d sent Caine there to ‘sweep me off my feet’ were his exact words.”
    Megan’s eyes widened. “Vince and your dad spoke? I thought they hadn’t talked to each other in over a decade.”
    “My father initiated the call and warned Vince that he’d crossed the line.”
    “Does your dad know that you went to bed with Caine?”
    “No.”
    “Does Vince know?”
    “Caine claimed he wouldn’t tell him.”
    “Do you believe him?”
    “I don’t know. I do know that Caine was my first and last dumb blonde moment.”
    “I meant to tell you it looks good on you.”
    “What does? Being a dumb blonde? Gee, thanks.”
    “You know what I mean. The new hair color. It looks really good.”
    “Thanks.” Faith ran her hand through her shorter do. “I’m still not totally used to it, but I do love it.”
    “What’s this?” Megan asked, pointing to a beautifully wrapped small jeweler’s box on the table.
    “I brought you something back from Italy. Open it.”
    Megan looked down at the delicately carved cameo pendant. “I love it! Help me put it on.”
    Faith did and received a hug before she and Megan once again focused on their meals.
    Once most of the pizza and bottle of Merlot were gone, the talk became more emotional.
    “What kind of cheap slut am I to be in love with Alan and about to marry him one week and then have sex with Caine the next? What does that say about me?”
    “That you were badly hurt by Alan and were taken advantage of by Caine.”
    “But if I really truly loved Alan, then Caine shouldn’t have been able to tempt me, no matter what.”
    “Are you saying you weren’t in love with Alan?”
    “I don’t know. I couldn’t face sleeping in the same bed I shared with Alan, so I donated it to charity and bought a new one. That’s how I spent my afternoon. They deliver it tomorrow, so I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” Faith paused for a moment. “Hey, get up and help me move the dining room table.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me.”
    “What about the plates?”
    She whisked them off the table as well as their glasses and the wine bottle. “There. Now, take hold of the other end, and we’ll rotate it so that it’s going the other way.”
    “Why?”
    “To get a new perspective.”
    “We have to move the chairs out of the way first.”
    “Right.” Faith released her hold on the edge of the table and headed for the nearest dining room chair, setting it aside. “Okay, that’s done. Now, let’s move the table.”
    Megan said, “Watch the—”
    Faith swore as she hit her head.
    “—hanging lamp.”
    Faith set down the table and rubbed the back of her head. “Maybe we should leave it like this.”
    “At an angle?”
    “The decorating magazines all say not to keep things all straight and commonplace.” She returned her plate and their glasses to the table before tugging a chair closer and sitting down.
    “Is the view different enough?”
    “It was perspective not view .” She automatically looked out the immense floor-to-ceiling window, where she could see Lake Michigan and the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier. Several sailboats dotted the blue water, while the greenery of a nearby park’s trees provided a welcome splash of color. “I love the view here. I don’t want to change that.”
    “I should hope not. That view is worth a mint.”
    Talking about views reminded her of the view from her hotel room in Positano and Caine. She blocked him from her mind and returned her attention to her final slice of pizza. It was bad enough that her ex-fiancé was haunting her, now she had a mad Marine doing the same thing.
    “We packed up all Alan’s stuff and sent it to his address as you requested when I talked to you in Italy,” Megan said. “His condo is still on the market.”
    “He was going to move in here with me because I have more room.”
    “And because your condo is a lot better than his. Better view, better neighborhood, better