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stand made you a slut or that it was anything to be ashamed of.
    No, the real problem was that she was afraid maybe it hadn’t meant as much to him as it did to her. That maybe it was just sex to him, that maybe she was never going to hear from him again.
    But that was crazy, she told herself as she changed back into her jeans and sweater. Chace didn’t seem like that kind of person. They’d had all those phone calls, and he’d never done or said anything to give her the impression that he wouldn’t want to see her again. By the time he kissed her goodbye, and promised to call her that night when he was done with the party, she was feeling better.
    That night she had dinner with her sister, but she didn’t tell Jamie anything about the date. Jamie would want all the sexy details, and right now, it felt too raw, too private to be talking about. Also, she didn’t want to jinx it.
    When Chace didn’t call that night, Lindsay told herself it wasn’t a big deal. He was busy with his family. He would call the next day.
    But he didn’t.
    Or the day after that.
    She signed onto the dating site, hoping maybe he’d left her a message. But there was nothing.
    Still. It had only been a couple of days. Surely at some point he would email or call.
    But as the days added up, her emotions turned from nervousness to sadness to anger. She wrote him a nasty email, but stopped herself from sending it. Her pride was all she had left, and she didn’t want him to know that he’d gotten to her.
    She was extremely miserable for a while, more upset than she’d ever been about a man. But time passed, and after a while, the sting began to fade. She reminded herself that she’d never really known Chace in the first place, that he’d just been a voice on the phone, a voice that had kept her company while she was writing.
    And after she’d repeated this to herself enough times, she began to believe it.
    Until he’d shown up on her doorstep the other night, forcing her to face the fact that she’d been lying to herself the whole time.

    C hapter F ive
    Chace rushed over to Lindsay. She was lying on the floor of the kitchen, her hair spread out in a tangle behind her, her face flushed, her eyes closed.
    “Lindsay!” he said. “Are you okay?”
    Her eyes fluttered open, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her there, on the floor, had made him feel like a vice grip was crushing his throat.
    She swallowed a few times, and then looked up at him.
    He put his arm around her. “Sit up.”
    She sat up, the color starting to come back to her cheeks.
    “Say something,” he commanded.
    She shook her head, looking a little dazed. “My wrist hurts.”
    He looked at her wrist, then reached out and touched it gently.
    She snapped her hand back. “Hey! That hurts!”
    “Sorry.” He turned to Chuck. “I’m going to take her to the hospital,” he said.
    “Someone needs to look at her wrist.”
    “I’m okay,” she protested, trying to stand up. But she couldn’t put pressure on her right arm, and without the leverage she ended up back on the floor.
    “You’re not okay,” Chace said. “You need to see a doctor. Your wrist is hurt.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Stop trying to stand up!” Chace said. “Jesus Christ!”
    She sat.
    “Good,” he said. Then he reached down and put his arms around her, guiding her up off the floor. She smelled like strawberries and peppermint, and something else, something that was just Lindsay. He was hit with a wave of longing, remembering the night they’d spent together, how she’d looked that morning when she came downstairs wearing just his t-shirt. Her hair had been tousled and long, her eyes rimmed with last night’s make up. She’d looked sexy and gorgeous, innocent and vixen-like at the same time.
    The strength of the emotion shocked him. It was a year ago that had happened, a year since he’d let himself feel anything even close to what he was feeling now. He knew he should take a step back,