retorted. âAnd technically I havenât killed you at all.â
âThen why do your victims always have a more than passing resemblance to me?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Which was a lie.
âRight.â
The smile left again as he took another step toward her. A step that put him a little too close.
âEleven years ago I was a jerk,â he said. âI admit it and Iâm sorry. Thatâs what I came by to say.â
âWhat?â She dropped her hands to her hips and glared at him. âThatâs it? After everything that happened the last time I came to town you want to talk about that? â
His eyebrows drew together. âWhat last time?â
âFive years ago, I came back to speak to you. Instead I had a very awkward conversation with your wife. You were out of town. Then I received your letter a few days later.â
The frown deepened. âWhat?â
She wanted to shriek. âI came here to talk to you. To tell you about Tyler. I saw Rayanne, who said you were out of town. About ten days later, I got a letter from you telling me you didnât want anything to do with either of us. To stay away from Foolâs Gold and that if I came back, youâd make sure I regretted it.â
The frown turned into an expression of dismissal. âI accept that what I did all those years ago was stupid and mean, and Iâm sorry. As for this crapâdonât bring my wife into your stories.â
She stiffened. âStories? You think Iâm lying? I spoke to your wife five years ago. You wrote me a letter. I still have it.â
He shook his head. âI didnât write you a letter. You didnât seeââ He hesitated. âI donât know if you saw Rayanne or not. I could have been traveling. I saw you in town earlier today, so I came by to say hello and apologize. Thatâs it.â His gaze sharpened. âWhoâs Tyler? Your husband? Youâre married?â
Oh, God. Liz sank back on the step. Thoughts andmemories flooded her, making it impossible to pick just one. The early past intruded firstâreminding her how much sheâd once loved Ethan. How heâd convinced her to trust him, had told her that he loved her. Sheâd given herself to him on a starry night, by the lake. Desperate emotion hadnât been enough to make her first time not hurt, and heâd held her when she had cried.
Theyâd planned on her joining him at his college, because being together in Foolâs Gold was impossible. Not that his family was especially rich, but because they were respectable. Something Liz Sutton could never be.
She remembered him and his friends at the diner where she worked after school. How his friend Josh had mentioned seeing Ethan with her. As clearly as if it was happening right now, in front of her, she recalled Ethanâs discomfort. Heâd said she was a piece of assâbut not anyone he could be interested in. Heâd denied her, had denied them. Sheâd heard every word.
Maybe if sheâd been older she would have understood why heâd said what he did. Or if heâd been more mature or stronger, he could have stood up to his friends. Instead he had hurt her and sheâd reacted. Sheâd walked over to the table, picked up the chocolate milk shake sheâd brought him only minutes before and thrown it in his face. Then sheâd walked out. Sheâd quit her job, packed a bag and run away to San Francisco.
Three weeks later, sheâd figured out she was pregnant.
Sheâd returned to town, prepared to tell Ethan, onlyto find him in bed with someone else. Sheâd run again. This time sheâd been determined to make it on her own. But five years ago, as Tyler had been getting ready to enter first grade, sheâd decided to make another attempt to tell Ethan. Which had led to the conversation with his wife and the letter telling