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and I are friends? The way you and Regina are friends?”
    “Yes,
exactly like that.” Women he’d slept with in the past, but remained amicable
within the present. He’d always considered maintaining cordial relations with
past lovers one of his better qualities, but Kara’s tone implied otherwise.
    “Isn’t
she the reason you came to New York?”
    “You’re
the reason I came to New York. But if I hadn’t agreed to lend Sam some moral
support, I might have stayed home and missed all this.” His shoulder leaned
into hers as the car exited the parkway. “Why are you returning to the
gallery?”
    “It
was too crowded last night to give the work a fair critique.”
    “What
was your first impression?”
    “Very
good. A positive combination of flowing execution and creative images.”
    “I’ve
always thought so.”
    She
smacked herself on the forehead. “You have some of her work, don’t you? At the
cabin and the beach house. I knew it looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember
where I’d seen it.”
    “Her
style has changed, but these current pieces exhibit the same strong lines and
compelling textures as her earlier work.”
    “Yes,
but now it’s more vivid, more defined.” Kara mulled over the changes aloud.
“More... sensual.”
    Afraid
she’d try to attribute that change to him, he pressed the speaker to end the
discussion. “Let us off at the front entrance, Monte.”
    “Just
drop me off at the corner and go. I’ll take the train home later.”
    “No.”
She would soon learn that he couldn’t be dismissed that easily anymore. “I’ll
take you back so I can see Sean again.”

    Spending
the day in Wyatt’s company was a treat Kara could have done without. He dogged
her heels through the Rothschild, adding his insight to Samantha Davenport’s
work, and leading Kara through all the rooms to view the other artists on
display.
    He
was knowledgeable and astute, but being with him in a near-empty gallery was
entirely too reminiscent of their first meeting. And constantly relegating her
memories to their place in the past wore her out. Especially after her
sleepless night.
    At
the Rothschild, then back in Connecticut, he was unfailingly polite, as always,
dangerously attractive—even more so than he’d been three years ago, if that
were possible—and endearingly awkward during moments with Sean.
    Exhaustion
pulled at her, but caution about her son’s welfare prevented her from allowing
father and son to get too far out of her sight. Despite her constant vigilance,
Sean fell face-first when he came off the slide.
    Wyatt,
standing beside him at the time, scooped him off the ground and brushed him
off. “You okay there, buddy?”
    Of
course he wasn’t okay. He’d taken a fall. At the very least, he needed
comforting. Kara grabbed him into her arms. His little face started to pucker.
“Oh, my God! He’s bleeding!” She pulled a tissue from her pocket and placed it
under his nose before rushing toward the house. “Hurry, let’s get him inside.”
    In
the bathroom, she removed his jacket and hat, then ran cold water and dampened
a cloth.
    “What
can I do to help?” Wyatt leaned against the doorframe with his hands in his
pockets, but she spared him only a quick glance.
    “Nothing.
I’ll take care of it.”
    After
the crisis had passed and Sean had been tucked in for his nap, Kara’s hands
began to shake, and her stomach turned over in delayed reaction. As she and
Wyatt returned to the family room, she put a hand on her heart and breathed
deeply, fighting tears that threatened to flow.
    Wyatt
looked at her oddly. Empathy flickered across his face just before he reached
for her. Encircling her in his arms, he offered the comfort she needed. “Sean’s
fine.”
    She
took a moment to calm herself against his broad chest then pulled away. “But it
could have been serious. I’m not letting him near that slide again.”
    “Why?
He wasn’t afraid or upset. He didn’t break anything or need