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mini-skirt in her suitcase. Then she hugged Daddy and Mom, climbed into her truck, and drove to Beulah Land.
    Wondering all the way what he’d taste like when he kissed her.

Chapter Four
    Dear Dr. Connagher:
    I’m getting married tomorrow. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m excited, and I try to be. I care for Richard. I do.
    But he’s not you. And I can’t have you, can I? I lost you a year ago. A year without any phone call or e-mail from you. I’m not that hard to find. But then again, neither are you, Professor. I saw on the Drury website that you’ve been tenured and were voted most popular teacher in the entire Arts Department. That doesn’t surprise me at all.
    Lord knows I loved you.
    So you might wonder why I told this man yes and not you. Quite honestly, he doesn’t scare me like you did. You looked at me without saying a word and I felt the weight of your will pressing on me. I felt a surge of desperate need to do exactly what you wanted, just to see you smile. Walk across broken glass? Sure. Give up everything I am? Okay. Just touch me, hold me, call me darlin’ in that smooth Texas drawl, and I’m yours, heart and soul.
    Richard doesn’t have that kind of will. He’s safe in a way you never would be.
    It’s hard to tell since Daddy doesn’t talk real well, but I get the impression that he’s not too thrilled about my choice. Odd, considering Richard’s been his assistant for years. I thought he’d approve, but he looks at me and I can hear him repeating his favorite sayings and shaking his head.
    If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it; if it is broke, fix it right the first time.
    That first time would be you, Conn. The first time I loved somebody so much I wanted to die. How can I fix that? How can I make it right between us? I can’t. You crossed a line I didn’t even know existed, and I went, simply because you asked. There’s broke, and there’s broken.
    You and me, well, we ain’t so easy to fix, are we.
    But here’s a little secret just for you, Conn. I’m afraid maybe someday I’ll hate Richard because he’s not you. I think I’ll hate every man who’s not you.
    ~ Rae

    Smoothing her burgundy skirt one last time, Rae stepped into the formal dining room, and froze as Conn slowly rose from the table, his gaze locked on her.
    He was here.
    When she’d returned to Beulah Land, she’d been relieved that his car was gone. She’d hoped to have some time to stabilize herself before seeing him again. Now, all those thoughts and preparations flew out of her head. Her tongue plastered to the roof of her mouth, her heart squeezing at the brilliance of his eyes, now sapphire thanks to the deep blue dress shirt.
    Dressed in a navy suit and tie, he came around the table. Shock punched her in the stomach like a fist. As his student five years ago, she’d never seen him dressed up. His professor garb had always been casual: jeans, long-sleeved shirts rolled up, no tie, boots.
    Oh my.
    If he’d come to class looking like this, she’d never have made it all the way to his final without antagonizing him out of his careful professor role. Every instinct urged flight—or full frontal attack—but she stood her ground. She’d given her word not to run again.
    His mouth quirked slightly, as though he knew the battle she fought not to turn around and leave as quickly as possible. Could he tell she was just as tempted to launch herself into his arms?
    Taking her clenched hand, he bent, holding her gaze, and brushed his mouth against her knuckles. “‘ Ah! Mayst thou ever be what now thou art,/ Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring.’ Welcome to Beulah Land, Rae.”
    Every muscle in her body seized, locked down, shaking with need. Feeling his mouth on her skin, she suddenly remembered how close he’d come to kissing her earlier. Damn it, now she couldn’t stop staring at his lips.
    “Come sit down, dear,” Miss Belle said from the head of the table. “I’m so pleased to have you