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    â€œI guess it went better than I thought. Only I’m a little worried.” Noelle paused, wondering how much she should reveal. But Cindy was her friend, and she had a better feel for Colin. As a reporter, she read people more easily than Noelle did.
    â€œI think he really has feelings for me.”
    Cindy laughed.
    Noelle couldn’t believe the hussy was laughing at her. Friend or not, she wanted to hit her.
    â€œI knew it,” Cindy said. “I just knew you’d be taken in. He’s got a long history of lovin’ and leavin’. Don’t let his games fool you into bed. He’s a player, girl. A champion at games.”
    Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Noelle wished she’d kept her mouth shut. “I’ve been around enough players to know when someone is insincere.”
    â€œThere are players and there are players. Colin falls into the second category.”
    â€œI think you’re wrong this time. This is the first time you’ve met him. You’re judging him by rumors. He seems so real.”
    â€œThere’s usually a grain of truth in rumors.” Then Cindy’s voice softened. “And good actors always seem real. Look. You’re a smart woman. You graduated at the top of your class. Don’t be a fool in the game of life,” she rambled on undaunted. “You get what you need out of him, and then tell him goodbye. And don’t let him get in your panties in the meantime, you hear?”
    Noelle’s long sigh must have carried over the line.
    â€œTrust me. He’s run a line on a whole string of women, leaving heartbreak from Kentucky to Virginia. I don’t want you to be one of them.”
    Noelle wanted to relieve the concern in her friend’s voice. “He just seemed so…so genuine.”
    â€œPart of the game, girlfriend. So get to know him well enough for him to invite you to the farm and introduce you to your grandfather.”
    â€œAll right. You’ve convinced me. I’ll keep my guard up.” Noelle sighed and sat at the kitchen table. “Oh, Cindy. This is such a mess. I hope Dad doesn’t think I don’t love him or feel betrayed when he finds out.”
    â€œHe doesn’t have to know.”
    From the time Noelle had found out she was the product of artificial insemination, she’d been eager to meet her donor father and his family. She’d tried to make herself believe it was for medical purposes—needing to know his medical history so she’d know what to expect for herself and for the children she’d have one day. The truth was she wanted to see him face to face.
    Her donor father, Mackenzie Avery, had agreed that she could contact him once she reached eighteen. Her relationship with her father was great and she felt as though she was betraying him by wanting to meet her donor father, so she’d waited until recently to contact him.
    But the week after they’d spoken on the phone, Mackenzie had died. That was six months ago. He’d told her they’d met when she was a child and spent summers at her grandparents’ summer camp. He’d given her riding lessons and she’d visited his veterinary office. Noelle vaguely remembered him. Not his face, but she remembered the gentle man who gave her lessons and the thrill of being in his office.
    â€œMackenzie seemed so nice when I talked to him. I wish I’d gotten the chance to meet him.” He’d promised to visit her, but had died before he’d had the chance.
    Mackenzie’s father, George Avery, was still alive, though, and lived in Virginia. At least she could meet him.
    Noelle wondered again if she even needed to go through this charade. Deep down, she sensed someone was going to get hurt. Whenever she used deception, it always backfired. “I still think I should have gone to Virginia and tried to meet him on my own. I shouldn’t involve anyone