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“I’m sorry for how I went
about it.”
    She swallowed hard and nodded, not certain
she was ready for any further discussion on their past, yet she
wasn’t ready to end the talk just yet. “And now?”
    He grinned. “Now we go about taking things
one step at a time. We’re going shopping, and we’re going to take
the train like regular people. Nobody’s going to expect to see me
on the T, so they’ll think maybe I share a resemblance with the
famous Dylan North, but they’ll be so sure they’re wrong they’ll
leave us alone.” He wagged his eyebrows like a kid. “That’s what I
want. How about you?”
    “That’s what I want too.” That’s what scared
her so much, she thought as she picked up her ski jacket and her
bag. “So who are you shopping for today?”
    “I’m a big brother,” he explained. And
during their trip to the city, he told her about Darrell, the kid
he mentored, and the program he’d been funding with a percentage of
his earnings for the last two years.
    In Sports Authority he purchased a pair of
Reebok basketball sneakers, a Spalding official NBA basketball, and
some gym clothes for Darrell. Then he ordered basketballs in bulk
for a youth program and arranged to have everything shipped to a
community center in South Central L.A. Watching the care he took in
choosing the gifts, Holly learned that the man wasn’t just rich and
famous, but he gave back to the community in which he lived, and it
became even harder to rein in her heart.
    Over lunch he changed the subject. He wanted
to hear about her years in college and medical school, which she
managed to condense into a short story since she wanted to hear
more about him.
    He told her about his trip and all his
firsts in L.A. She learned about his initial glimpse of the
Hollywood sign, his search for an agent and his first job waiting
tables, a job from which he was fired for spilling iced tea down
Dolly Parton’s dress. Laughing, he insisted on paying the
check.
    While she shopped for family and friends, he
revisited his excitement over his first acting job, when he learned
which actors would take him under their wing and which were too
afraid of losing their own success to help someone else. For the
first time she was able to put her hurt aside and see what he’d
been searching for as an actor.
    She understood they still needed to talk
about how he’d handled his decision to leave her, but for now she
was content to enjoy his company in an adult way they’d never
experienced before. They parted for half an hour, during which she
bought his gift. By the time they’d gotten back home, he’d managed
to avoid crowds and had signed only two autographs the entire day.
Each time someone recognized him, they made a quick escape and
found an entirely new place to shop. He was as adept at acting
pleased to meet his fans as he was at ducking them at first
opportunity.
    Holly couldn’t remember a more fun or
sexually charged day. His cologne turned her on and kept her
aroused with each breath she took, and he never stopped touching
her. Either he held her hand as they walked, his palm tucked
against hers, or he cupped the small of her back, steering her this
way and that. Whatever they did, he made certain they were
connected the entire afternoon, and as a result, her body tingled
with awareness.
    At the train station in Acton, they slid
into the car and Dylan turned towards her, one hand over her
headrest. “So what next?”
    Holly’s heart pounded hard in her chest.
She’d wrestled with this all afternoon, wondering if she could
really have Dylan in her apartment and still be the same when he
returned to L.A. Probably not, but it didn’t matter. Given the
chance to be with him, how could she turn him away?
    Her gaze met his. “I still have to finish
decorating my tree. I could make you dinner in exchange for your
help,” she offered.
    If he turned down this not-so-subtle
invitation as he had turned her down last night, she was