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Chapter One
    Diane
heard the knock on her door, and was surprised. No one really knew she was back
in town – or did they? She’d driven in two days ago and hadn’t bothered
to go beyond the front porch, holing up in the lonely, tree-shaded house. So
who could it be?
    Sighing
deeply, she walked up to the door, peeked through the peephole, and caught her breath.
    The
last person she’d ever expected to see was standing on her doorstep.
    He was
holding flowers, and a bottle of wine. Diane felt her mind whirl as she
wondered what next to do. Act like she wasn’t home? Or open up and face him
bravely and with a smile?
    Before
she could decide, he was already turning to leave. And then even as she hated
herself for her weakness, Diane found herself quickly opening the door and
calling out, “Brent.”
    The
broad-shouldered man turned around swiftly at the sound of her voice, and faced
the petite woman standing in the open doorway. A sudden grin broke across his handsome
face, and once again, Diane felt her breath seize in her throat. Five years and
he looked even hotter than ever. How was that even possible?
    “Diane,”
he said, his voice deep with pleasure as he came forward. “I wasn’t so sure you
were home. Welcome back.”
    He
handed her the flowers, lovely white orchids – her favorite. Then he
handed her the wine, also a favorite of hers. He remembered everything. What
else had he remembered?
    She
looked at him quizzically, stealing a glance over his tall, muscular frame. He
was dressed in snug jeans, and light denim shirt rolled up to reveal his
muscled, tanned arms lightly dusted with hairs.
    “Thank
you, Brent,” she said, not sure what else to add. He too, was viewing her with
interest. She wondered if he thought she’d changed much. She was still as slim
as she was when she was twenty, and now, at twenty-five, she felt she was
coming into her own in terms of looks. Her breasts were a sizeable C-Cup, and
firm beneath the sleeveless top she wore. In the cut-off shorts she had on, her
slim legs seemed endless, though she was barely above five feet. Next to the
towering Brent, she knew she appeared even smaller.
    “How
did you know I was back anyway?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
    “I’m
sheriff, Diane. Hardly anything misses my attention.”
    “Oh.”
Sheriff, huh? Why wasn’t she surprised? Brent’s uncle, Jerome Harper, who’d
raised Brett and his sisters, had been sheriff of the town when they’d been
younger. Looked like he’d groomed his nephew to step right into his shoes,
Diane thought.
    “I’m
impressed,” she said with a smile. “Would you um…like to come in?” She was so
sure he’d say no. That he’d only come to say hello and rush back to work or
home or whatever. But instead, he shrugged and told her he’d be happy to.
    Sighing
inaudibly, she let him in, shutting the door behind him and then leading him
into the small, neatly kept living room. The house had belonged to her parents;
she’d lived her most of her life till she’d gone to college in faraway New
York. When her parents had died within months of each other last year, Diane
had managed to make it to the small town for the funeral. But she’d stayed in a
hotel and hadn’t lingered, but went back to the city where she worked once the
whole thing was over.
    So
she’d never really had the chance to see many of the old faces the last time
she was here. She’d certainly didn’t catch a glimpse of Brent. And yet, she had
wondered about him then, and for long after that, she wondered if she should
have at least tried to stay on after the funeral, even if for a day or two to
meet up with old friends.
    Well,
looked like she was getting the chance now. Though she wasn’t prepared for it,
she decided to face the situation with brave calm.
    “It’s
good to see you, Diane. You look great,” Brent said, turning in the living room
to finally face her. She looked up at him, smiling stiltedly and trying not to
squirm