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fear that she didn’t want to explore.
    “Don’t strain your memory,” he said with a mocking smile. “God forbid that you might have to reconsider your position. It’s too damned late, even if you did.”
    “I know that. I wouldn’t…I have my career.”
    “Your career.” He nodded, but there was something disconcerting in the way he said it, in the way he looked at her.
    “I’d better see about the roast,” she murmured, retreating.
    He studied her face with a purely masculine appreciation. “Better fix your lipstick, unless you want David making embarrassing remarks.”
    “David is terrified of me,” she informed him. “I once beat him up in full view of half our classmates.”
    “So he told me, but he’s grown.”
    “Not too much.” She touched her mouth. It was faintly sore from the pressure of his hard kisses. She wouldn’t have expected so much passion from him after four years.
    “Did I hurt?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t mean to.”
    “You always were a little rough when we made love,” she recalled with a wistful smile. “I never minded.”
    His eyes kindled and before he could make the move his expression telegraphed, she beat a hasty retreat into the kitchen. He was overwhelming at close range, and she couldn’t handle an affair with him. She didn’t dare try. Having lived through losing him once, she knew she’d never survive having to go through it again. He still wanted her, but that was all. She was filed under unfinished business, and there was something a little disturbing about his attitude toward her. It wasn’t quite unsatisfied passion on his part, she thought nervously. It was more like a deeply buried, long-nurtured vendetta.
    It was probably a good thing that she was going back to New York soon, she thought dimly. And not a minute too soon. Her knees were so wobbly she could barely walk, and just from one kiss. If he turned up the heat, as he had during their time together, she would never be able to resist him. The needs she felt were overpowering now. She was a woman and she reacted like one. It was her bad luck that the only man who aroused her was the one man she daren’t succumb to. If Steve really was holding a grudge against her for breaking off their engagement, giving in to him would be a recipe for disaster.
     
    Supper was a rather quiet affair, with Meg introspective and Steven taciturn while David tried to carry the conversation alone.
    “Can’t you two say something? Just a word now and again while I try to enjoy this perfectly cooked pot roast?” David groaned, glancing from one set face to the other. “Have you had another fight?”
    “We haven’t been fighting,” Meg said innocently. “Have we, Steve?”
    Steven looked down at his plate, deliberately cutting a piece of meat without replying.
    David threw up his hands. “I’ll never understand you two!” he muttered. “I’ll just go see about dessert, shall I? I shall,” he said, but he was talking to himself as he left the room.
    “I don’t want any,” she called after him.
    “Yes, she does,” Steve said immediately, catching her eyes. “You’re too thin. If you lose another two or three pounds, you’ll be able to walk through a harp.”
    “I’m a dancer,” she said. “I can’t dance with a fat body.”
    He smiled gently. “That’s right. Fight me.” Something alien glittered in his eyes and his breathing quickened.
    “Somebody needs to,” she said with forced humor. “All that feminine fawning has ruined you. Your mother said that lines of women form everywhere you go these days.”
    His eyes contemplated his coffee cup intensely and his brow furrowed. “Did she?” he asked absently.
    “But that you never take any of them seriously.” She laughed, but without much humor. “Haven’t you even thought about marrying?”
    He looked up, his expression briefly hostile. “Sure. Once.”
    She felt uncomfortable. “It wouldn’t have worked,” she said stiffly. “I