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he
whispered. “I’m afraid of what they might do.”
    “They can’t keep you apart if you don’t let
them.”
    “Please, Miles. Stay. We’ll back each other
up.”
    Miles took the glass of water from Lucy and
set it on the bedside table. Her expression was thoughtful,
unreadable. He wondered what she was thinking, if she’d tell Fawn
about her groom’s confession, and realized he couldn’t leave
Huntley alone in that mess. That he never really had any
choice.
    “I’ll stay,” Miles said, just as a knock
sounded on the door.
    The worry lines in Huntley’s face eased into
a broad smile. “I knew it! You big softie.”
    Miles got up. “You’re welcome.” Lucy was
already opening the door to Eric, Huntley’s driver-bodyguard, who
had a large, padded rectangular object slung over his shoulder.
Behind him was an older woman in a purple velour sweatsuit.
    “Rita, thank God!” Huntley cried. “It’s that
tweaky thing in my back. It just snapped.”
    “We’ll have you fixed up in a jiffy. Everyone
out!” Rita waved her arms.
    Fawn slipped in past the others and knelt at
Huntley’s bed. “How are you feeling, honey?”
    Rita scowled at her. “That means
everyone.”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” Fawn said, her
voice steely.
    “I’ll be in our cabin,” Lucy told her, and
Miles followed her out the door into the foggy morning.
    He looked at his watch. Not even eleven yet,
and it was only Monday. He dreaded the week ahead, wondering if
he’d been stupid to give in.
    For a short person, Lucy had a quick walk,
and he found it easy to match his stride to hers. He thought about
the impending reunion with his father and stepmother, the terrified
look in Huntley’s eyes, and made himself focus on how the air was
humid and fresh and felt good against his face. There were worse
places to be stuck for a week.
    He looked over at his companion.
    Less cute people to spend it with.
     
    * * *
     
    “She loves him,” he said after walking next
to her for a few minutes. “Your friend. Fawn.”
    About time he figured that out , she
thought. “You assumed she was a gold digger.”
    “Most of them are.”
    “Most of whom?”
    “Relax. The women who chase after
Huntley.”
    “If there was any chasing, it was the other
way around,” she said.
    He sighed. “That doesn’t make me feel any
better.”
    “Don’t worry about Fawn. She’s the real deal.
She’s beautiful, smart, funny… and strong. Independent.” She shot
him a glance. “Unlike her groom.”
    “Not thrilled for them to get hitched?”
    “I was okay with it until a few minutes ago.
Now I’m worried.”
    “He’ll come through.”
    “She deserves more.”
    Miles smiled. “More than Huntley the
Third?”
    “Kind of a mama’s boy, isn’t he? And they
haven’t even been together a year.”
    “He owns most of New England.”
    “His family does. Huntley is more of a lapdog
than a tycoon, from what I can see.”
    Miles studied her, looking more amused than
offended. His gaze dropped down over her body, and she almost
wished she’d put on one of her new marry-me outfits instead of her
basic black. “What do you do for a living?” he asked.
    “I’m a process analyst in the pharmaceutical
industry,” she said. “How about you?”
    “What the heck is a process analyst?”
    “Well, most days I analyze the process,” she
said. “Then, to shake things up a little bit, I process the
analysis.”
    He smiled. “I see. Sounds exciting.”
    “It is to me.”
    “I’m glad.” He bowed his head. “I’m the
founder and director of a non-profit after-school facility. Though
Huntley will tell you I’m a gym teacher, and that’s about
right.”
    “Now that sounds exciting,” she
said.
    “It is. I love it.” He sucked in a deep
breath and let it out in a slow whoosh. “I wish I were there right
now.”
    “Stop worrying. Fawn is no gold digger. She
made her first million before she was twenty.”
    “Big difference between a million and