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then Taylor’s heart had sighed.
    In sixth grade Jeff held her hand at lunch break, not caring who saw, and her heart had sighed again and again.
    By high school, they’d been soul mates. She’d known he was the one, no matter that he came from what her mother had called an undesirable family. Jeff was her family.
    They’d wanted to get married right out of highschool but she hadn’t turned eighteen and her mother wouldn’t give her permission. So they plotted away the summer, talking about college, where they’d room together, and then sneak off to Vegas when she turned eighteen in October.
    By that time, Jeff had been her best friend, her lover, her future husband and her entire life.
    And on the last day of September, he’d been killed in a car accident.
    Those days immediately following, and even several years after, didn’t bear thinking about. But al ways having been strong of heart, Taylor did eventually heal. She even moved on, and dated a little in her early twenties, when fast, fun and reckless were infinitely preferable to deep and emotional.
    Even now at twenty-seven, she felt perfectly nor mal, but a part of her was missing. The best part. Jeff.
    God, she’d loved him. Oh, she could still function, could even care about a man. She could laugh and learn and do all the things she’d done before.
    But one thing had irrevocably changed. Now when she let a man in, it was simply to soothe a need, whether it be wanting to be held against his hard body, or merely needing a sexual release that didn’t come from something battery operated.
    Nothing more, nothing less, as even now, nearlyten years later, she couldn’t imagine going through that soul-destroying love ever again.
    â€œPrincess?”
    How could she have forgotten the very unforgettable man looking at her? The one man since Jeff she’d actually found herself yearning for.
    There. The admission was out in the open, not that she was going to do anything about it. He was not, repeat not, her type. “I’m not allergic to a bit of dust.”
    â€œYou haven’t been breathing it in. Continue to stand there while we demo the hallway and your lungs will be burning within half an hour. Not to mention the pounding sinus headache that accompanies it.”
    Was that concern? If so, it didn’t bear thinking about, as it might soften her toward him. And given her body’s response to his without letting her brain get into the mix, that would be just plain stupid. And dangerous.
    â€œThanks for the concern,” she said sweetly, and turned away. She entered her apartment, stripped now of all furnishings and personal belongings except for the bedroom. Everything had been taken to her storage unit, where she also kept her precious antiques.
    But here, in her private sanctuary, her bedroom,she still had her huge four-poster bed and the luxurious beddings left over from the good old days be fore the end of her bottomless—and now nearly extinct—bank account.
    She wasn’t upset she had to make her own way in the world. In fact, it was a challenge she appreciated.
    What she resented was how it had happened, so abruptly, even cruelly, without a thought to her feelings.
    Saying that her family wasn’t close was something of an understatement. Her family was selfish, all of them, including herself. They each cared more about their immediate world than each other, all of them including herself. Taylor hated that, and as her heels clicked across the bare floor, she yearned for it to be different. She yearned for more. She needed…something.
    It wasn’t often she allowed herself to need, but she needed to now. Sitting on her bed, she pulled out her cell phone and called Suzanne.
    â€œHow’s my unit coming?” Suzanne asked. “Nearly ready for me?”
    Taylor could hear pots and pans clattering, and smiled, feeling soothed already. For as long as she’d known