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admit it.
    "But mostly because you didn't deserve what happened. You'd finally gotten your dream job and had your whole future ahead of you."
    "We all did. Even Gil."
    She ducked her head. Saying nothing else, she walked from the trailer and grabbed another box, one she could easily manage by herself. Confounded, Matt remained in the trailer. It wasn't only that she looked different, with her longer hair. She'd lost weight. He remembered her as curvy, a nice ass and a chest most men, including himself, fantasized over.
    Though she still looked good in jeans, she must have dropped at least one size. Her baggy windbreaker didn't allow him to see much of her chest, so he'd have to reserve judgment on that for now.
    Still it went deeper than her appearance. She'd always had a mouth on her, loved to tease and kid around. Plus she could take it as well as she dished it. He wasn't sure what to make of this new Lauren.
    When he emerged from the musty smelling truck, the movers were hauling the last of the stuff from the basement. There were maybe six boxes left on the lawn.
    Ted came out of the house, two beer bottles in hand.
    "You must have read my mind," Matt said and accepted the frosty bottle. "Looks like we're almost done here."
    "Hard to believe so many years of living can fit into one truck."
    Matt watched a wispy cloud skim a jagged peak. "It's not the stuff that matters, Ted. It's what you do with it." He'd chosen to live his life to its fullest, to pursue his dream. Lauren, on the other hand, had--
    Shit. Matt sighed, frustrated and angry. He'd just noticed Lauren was missing.
    Ted put a knowing hand on his shoulder.
    "She said her goodbyes to me and Joy in the house."
    "Dammit, she keeps running away from me."
    "She didn't run. She told me to tell you she'll be waiting for you at her place."

FOUR
    Firm raps beat on her door. In another time they could have been drums announcing war. In a way it was, Lauren thought as she made her way through the small living room into the equally compact kitchen. In wars everyone got hurt. Either physically or mentally the ravages of battle left their mark. Lauren braced her shoulders, prepared to take hers.
    "Lauren, open up!" Bang, bang, bang .
    "I'm coming." She blew her bangs out of her eyes then swiped at them when they just fell right back into place. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her mouth was dry. Her hands shook when the door squeaked open.
    Ready or not...
    The darkness behind him melded with his black hair and his usually bright blue eyes were equally shadowed. His jaw set, he marched into the tiny entranceway, filling the narrow space and forcing Lauren to back up. With his gaze firmly on hers he reached behind him. The lock snapped into place.
    "Is there a back door I need to worry about? Any windows?"
    "Matt, I invited you. Why would I run out?"
    "Who knows what motivates you anymore? I sure as hell don't," he growled.
    "Well, I'm not going anywhere."
    She led him through the kitchen, away from the dripping faucet, into her sparsely furnished living room. She picked the glider rocker, the one piece of furniture she'd contributed since the house had come mostly furnished, leaving Matt to either pace the worn green carpet or settle into the low-back, hard-as-a-rock couch. He opted to stand.
    She knew by the energy he radiated that he was an F-five tornado about to be let loose. And like it or not, she'd decided to stay in his path.
    Surprisingly, he said nothing. He simply stared at her, his eyes bored into hers. His breathing was deep and fast.
    Lauren twisted her hands together. "I'm sorry I ran on out you at the café. Ted had just told me he was leaving and then suddenly you were there." She lifted her shoulders on a sigh. "It was a lot to take in and I needed some time."
    "Time for what? To get used to seeing someone you supposedly considered a friend at one time?"
    Lauren jumped to her feet. "You were one of my best friends, you know that!"
    "Do I? How am I