The world looked like a snow globe.
Sheâd opened the drapes and turned out the lights to give him a view of the falling snow. Then she stood beside him. Luke should have thought it through, but he didnât. He grasped her hand, and his heart thudded when she didnât pull away.
He wished he could find out if her lips were as sweet as he remembered, if her curves were as soft.
But she astonished him by saying, âI want to hate you.â
âI thought you already did.â
âI did. But now I donât, and I want to again.â
âWhy?â
She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Not a tentative kiss, but the kiss of a lover who knows her man.
âI shouldnât â¦â she whispered.
âBut I want it, too.â
âThatâs exactly whatâs wrong,â she said. âSex between us was always good. Everything else was the problem.â
âWe could talk about it, Bri.â
âWhy? Itâs over.â
âNot quite.â Then he drew her into a deep, hungry kiss.
Conard County: The Next Generation!
Chapter 1
âLuke!â
Brianna Cole stared, stunned, at the last man on earth she expected to see standing at her front door. Icy winter air, defying the spring season, swirled around her, but she hardly noticed. Luke Masters, her ex-husband, stood there with smiling gray eyes she remembered all too well. His thick parka hung open despite the cold, showing her he still pretty much dressed like a lumberjack: plaid wool shirt, jeans and work boots. Why wasnât he back at their old place in Chicago? What was he doing in Conard County?
âHi, Bri,â he said pleasantly enough.
âWhat are you doing here?â Shock rapidly gave way to a sick feeling, an urge to deny what she was seeing and a swamp of memories she never wanted to think about again. How dare he?
âWell, Iâm on a project. Iâll be around for a few weeks, and I thought it would be better for you to find out this way. Besides, I thought we might catch up.â
Catch up? The idea astonished her. They had parted three years ago for a lot of very good reasons. Well, theyâd started parting ways before that, but the divorce had been finalized three years ago. Unfortunately, finalizing a divorce didnât end the pain. âWhy?â
âBecause there was a time we used to be best friends.â
What kind of excuse was that? she wondered. Suddenly becoming aware of the frigid air, she realized she had to close the door. Either invite him in or send him on his way, but as she heard her heat kick on, she considered more practical matters. Thinking of the heat at least interrupted the emotional tsunami the sight of him had caused. âCome in,â she said irritably. âBut donât get comfortable.â
He didnât comment on her ungracious invitation, merely stamped his feet a couple times to shake off any remaining snow, then stepped inside.
She closed the door behind him. The chill from outside seemed to reach her and she hugged herself, rubbing her arms. The forced-air heat blasted away but didnât seem to warm her.
He looked good, from what she could see. Time hadnât changed him one bit, not even adding threads of gray to his dark hair. Bitterness filled her mouth. Sheâd always suspected that their divorce hadnât troubled him as much as it had her. He looked fit, healthy and as self-assured as ever. On the other hand, upset had cost her ten pounds she hadnât been able to put back on, and sleepless nights had made her look like a raccoon for over a year. âThis is wrong,â she said. âOn so many levels.â
âWhy? We used to be married. Iâm in town. I just wanted a few minutes to see how youâre doing.â
âRight.â She pointed to her shabby living room and told him to sit wherever. Then, because she was cold, she went to get some coffee. Then, because she wasnât naturally rude, she poured a mug for him.
Ten minutes, she thought. I can handle this for ten minutes. That didnât make her feel any better. All of a sudden she was staring into a yawning abyss of old pain and desire she didnât want to freshen.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked back to the man who had twisted her heart into knots and then torn it apart.
She hoped she wasnât being stupid.
* * *
The night outside began to sprinkle big white flakes of snow, just a dusting, but the flakes glittered like jewels under the streetlights. Spring was late this year.
Jack Milkin stood three doors down from Briannaâs house. He liked Brianna. She was one of the few people who seemed to go out of her way to notice him and be nice to him. Mostly he felt invisible, but not when she was around. Heâd been interested in her for a long time, but was always reluctant to ask her out. He knew she didnât date much. Thereâd been a few guys she had gone out with but it never lasted.