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proposing but didn’t know when. And Kiloran wanted to tell both families together via video conference.
    But when he walked into the bedroom, he found Kiloran in bed, wrapped in the arms one of her costars. She looked surprised—one of those expressions that he had once found endearing. Surprised she might be, but she didn’t even bother to act remorseful or beg him for forgiveness.
    “We’re just rehearsing,” Kiloran claimed. The smell of booze coming from their direction was enough to fell a horse. “Getting to know one another better before our big love scene in the morning.”
    “In our fucking bed?” Lucas had managed to come to terms with the love scenes she had to shoot; he just didn’t watch them if possible. But this one he couldn’t avoid by going into the lobby for a few minutes. He looked at the weak man lying next to his would-be bride, shooting all the venom he felt in Mel’s direction with a single look. Mel literally looked like he was about to piss himself with fear. “Get out.”
    “You don’t have to leave, darling.” Kiloran’s Irish lilt grated Lucas to the bone.
    “Oh, he needs to leave. Now .” Anger like never before rushed through him as Lucas threw the bottle of wine through the bedroom window overlooking LA, shattering it.
    As Lucas turned to leave, a giggle erupted from Kiloran. How could she laugh as his life fell apart? “You didn’t think I would be content with just you for the rest of my life, did you?”
    He’d stopped only long enough to grab his laptop before he left the house, never looking back. Four hours later he’d been on a plane for Bangor, Maine, to lick his wounds in private at the family summerhouse off the coast. No one, not even the staff, was there at that time of year, meaning no one to see his complete collapse. For two weeks he’d hid, and when he’d emerged he wasn’t the same man he had been before.
    “Luc, we’re here.” Kiloran’s hand on his arm jolted him back to the present and only by sheer will did he prevent himself from slapping away her hand. She must have sensed his hostility; how could she not? She removed her hand and a strange sadness came into her voice. “Sorry.”
    “Are you? I wonder do you ever wish you hadn’t thrown everything away on one simple lay?” Before she could answer, he jumped out of the car parked in the privacy of the garage. He came face to face with Haven. “Don’t. Just don’t.”
    “Oh, Lucas.” He wasn’t sure if it was pity or disappointment, and it didn’t matter. Neither felt good. But Haven loved him and he was grateful for her hug as she squeezed him tight. “Come on in the house. A good meal, then off you go. Hello, Kiloran. You probably don’t remember—”
    “You were the one in Tony’s office when I came to visit at the beginning of the year.”
    “You have a good memory.”
    “When were you at Tony’s office?”
    “She was there as a client, Luc. Calm down, it was business for God’s sake.”
    Kiloran followed Haven into the house and looked up at Lucas as she passed. “Believe me, he didn’t want me there any more than you want me here now. I know my place in the Sherman fold. I don’t have one.”
    “You could have.”
    “No I couldn’t. But I wanted it. God knows I wanted it.”
    “Don’t you dare—”
    “Enough,” Haven snapped. “You two are going to convince no one, least of all a crazed lunatic, that you’re together if you keep acting like this. Now come on, let’s eat and you two can hash this out elsewhere. Kiloran looks ready to drop from exhaustion. Tony, fix her a glass of wine and get something from the fridge for her to eat. I bet she’s had nothing all day. And you”— she turned back on Lucas— “you have a puppy in need of your attention and a freaking name.”
    Lucas smiled. She had done it again. Haven had managed to put him right in his place and with perfect timing too. Walking up the wooden stairs, he heard the sounds of soft