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from their mistakes?”
    “Speak for yourself. I’ve learned a lot from
the past. And I think it’s
us
that’s so potent.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “This from the man
who said we were nothing more than a high-school crush?”
    He accepted the blow. “An immature boy said
that, not the man I am now.”
    She swallowed hard. “Who is that man, and
what does he want from me?” she asked.
    “Time will tell.” He didn’t mean to be
cryptic, but he could hardly say,
I’ve come back for you
,
and expect her to believe his words when his promise had failed her
before. “Just give me some time.”
    Her fingers touched her moist, red lips.
“Sex wasn’t enough before.”
    “We’re older and wiser now.”
    She grinned. “We can always hope.” She let
herself into the apartment and shut the door behind her.
    He expelled a breath and tried to pull
himself together. He’d been her first, Dylan remembered, and though
she’d been an eager learner, she’d rarely initiated sex. This
teasing side of her was new, and he liked it a whole lot.
    He couldn’t wait to explore more.

Chapter
Three
    Holly knew she’d either lost her mind or she
was experiencing an early midlife crisis. There was no other
explanation for kissing Dylan and then agreeing to spend more time
with him. Then again, what choice did she have? The clean break
they’d taken—make that the clean break he’d forced on her—hadn’t
accomplished anything. Their chemistry and connection was still as
strong as ever. She had no choice but to play this through to
whatever conclusion awaited her, or she couldn’t move on with her
life. She’d be in the same limbo hell she’d been in for the last
ten years.
    So by the time he rang her doorbell the
following morning, she was dressed in her favorite jeans and
baseball cap and she was ready to shop in Boston with Dylan by her
side.
    She opened the door, and he greeted her with
a cup of Starbucks in each hand. “You come bearing gifts?” she
asked, laughing.
    “Straight up for me and a froufrou drink for
you. I can’t think of a better way to take the T to Copley,” he
said, speaking of Boston’s version of public transportation.
    “I must’ve heard you wrong. America’s
heartthrob is going to take the train? Do you want to get mobbed?”
She shook her head, realizing she really hadn’t thought about his
ego or what his lifestyle must be like now. “Never mind. To be so
successful, you must like the spotlight.”
    He shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
“
Like
isn’t the right word. It comes with the territory of
being successful. You get used to it, but you don’t ever enjoy not
having a personal life or having to work for a solitary
moment.”
    She studied his serious face. “You don’t
enjoy the fame?” she asked, surprised.
    “I did in the beginning. But it got old
fast, and I realized that no matter how many people surrounded me,
I was always alone. And lonely.”
    The wistful sound in his voice caught her
off guard and she narrowed her gaze. “Should I pull out the
violin?”
    He laughed at that. “I’m not looking for
your pity. I’m just answering your question and telling it like it
is. I want you to know me. Who I was and who I’ve become. Yes, I
love my career, but I’ve given up a lot for it.” Again he sobered
as he spoke.
    She met his serious stare and suddenly
wondered if his return could have more to do with his emotional
state than a brief visit to see his mother. He seemed so
reflective. But she couldn’t imagine that Dylan had suddenly
decided that he missed home and Holly. Not after a silent ten
years. Which brought up the question, just where did she fit into
the equation of his life?
    “We all make choices,” she said of his
decision to pursue a Hollywood career.
    “And sometimes we live to regret them.” He
squeezed her hand, and she felt as if her heart were being clenched
tight as well.
    “Are you saying you’re sorry you went to
L.A.?”
    He shook his head.