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Megan said it with a smile.
    "How’s Aiden?"
    The smile slipped as Megan paused.
    "Ah, ha. Since I know sex is out, you must
have groped him. The pause says it all."
    "I wasn’t sure how to answer."
    "More like you were considering lying to
me."
    Megan pursed her lips, because she had been
about to. "How are the numbers looking for the week? I was thinking
that we should start ordering boots for the winter. Possibly some
coats. The Indian summer should be starting soon."
    "Changing the subject, I see."
    Megan placed one of the lacy pillows over her
face. "We kissed."
    "Sorry didn’t catch that. What? Are you
talking to me under the covers?"
    "The pillow. We kissed." Megan pulled the
phone from her ear when Lynne screamed. She didn’t know her friend
had it in her. She waited a few seconds, then said, "This is not a
good thing. I did not come back home to start up a hot affair with
my ex. Things would only get worse. I plan to leave after the
wedding. I can’t do that to him again."
    "Back up to before you threw all that
negative stuff in there. You kissed him. I’m surprised. Oh, and you
said hot affair. That is a very good thing."
    "No, it’s a bad thing, a very bad thing."
    "Not if it has you repeating yourself like an
excited schoolgirl."
    Megan placed a hand over her lips and sighed.
"I’m trying not to complicate things." She focused on the pink
ceiling. "I need everything to go smoothly. I still suspect my
mother is ready to back out if I do something to piss her off. The
woman who birthed me is still in there somewhere."
    "You might hate me or fire me after I say
this, but has it ever crossed your mind that your mother was
suffering from grief?"
    "Grief doesn’t make you treat your child, the
only child you had by the man you love, the way she treated
me."
    "You never said how she treated you, but I’m
just putting it out there—for the same reasons you stated, maybe
that’s why she couldn’t be around you. You hear about this stuff
all the time. People not being able to look into their children’s
faces because they see the person they want to see the most."
    "Logical, maybe, but I’m not buying it. My
mother’s always been reserved." Megan said the last word slowly.
Nicole never starved or beat her, but Megan still felt like her
childhood had lacked an essential element. She sat up and placed
the pillow under her chin.
    "Even with your dad?" Lynne asked.
    Memories of her mother laughing, actually
laughing, came to Megan. Her mother did light up whenever her
father had walked into the room. Nicole never lit up when Megan
came into a room, and therein lay the problem. No amount of
rationalization could convince Megan her mother really loved her.
The coldness didn’t start when her father died, it simply got
worse. Megan shook her head.
    "I wish I could say that’s it. ‘I now see the
light.’" She shook her head harder. "She wants something, and now
all I have to do is wait to see what it is."
    Lynne sighed. "I’m not giving up on you
yet."
    "It’s not me with the problem."
    Lynne paused. "How good was the kiss?"
    Megan hugged the pillow. "He never kissed me
like that before."
    They’d been young and experimenting with
kissing, sex, and everything in between. He’d touched her with
wonder and she’d done the same. But this kiss packed a punch that
no million of the others could compare to, much less any other man
she’d ever kissed. "It was incredible."  And that’s what
scares me . Megan blinked at the left-field thought. "That about
sums it up."
    "I bet your toes curled."
    "Goodbye." Megan closed the phone on Lynne’s
laugh.
    She placed her chin back on the pillow. She’d
come home with the vague idea of doing her twenty-seven days on the
rock. Things weren’t any clearer now. She wasn’t sure how to get
them back to a place that would make them clear. Ah, this was why
she never came home, it made her depressed.
    Megan straightened at the knock at her door,
pushing aside the dark