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court. Like you’ve learned your lesson.”
    â€œI learned my lesson all right,” Tremaynne said. “Too bad it was the wrong one.” There was a kind of mocking defiance in his voice and cocky manner.
    â€œYou don’t think we’re supposed to learn from our mistakes?”
    â€œI don’t make mistakes,” he said.
    â€œEverybody makes mistakes.”
    â€œEverything I do, I do for a reason,” he said. “Where’s your car parked?”
    â€œNot far.”
    â€œYou want to drive me to the homeless shelter when I’m out of here?”
    I didn’t know if he was joking or not. “You don’t live in a homeless shelter.”
    â€œAre you inviting me to move in with you?”
    The river was waiting. I closed my eyes and jumped in.
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    The fact that we’d met in bankruptcy court always seemed kind of crazily romantic to me. Now an irritating little voice whispered: “This man has no money and no credit cards. Like you, he doesn’t know how to make money or keep money. He’ll never be able to support you; you’ll probably end up supporting him.”
    And did I really want a life committed to environmental activism? A life dedicated to saving trees instead of roaring around in a gas-guzzling SUV?
    I looked down at my tattooed engagement ring, wondering why I’d even asked him to marry me. Because if I was brutally brutally honest, Tremaynne Woods had nothing to offer except the best sex I’d ever had in my life. He staked a claim on my body the first time we made love. When sex is that good, it has to mean something.
    As I crouched there, petting him and wondering about our future, he opened one nut-colored eye and stared at me. Brushed his fingers along my cheek. “Why you crying, babe?”
    I shook my head. I really didn’t know why I was blubbering. Sometimes life and who you are and what you want and what you end up with just seems like too much. Or too little.
    Confusing.
    Underneath all my doubts I did love him. The question was, why? He was strong but tender, with a secret vulnerability that made me want to take care of him. He was committed to something in a way I never had been. He seemed to exist in a larger picture, a larger world than mine.
    â€œCome to bed.” He sat up and slowly began to undress me.
    The futon was all warm and ready, just waiting for me to slide in between the sheets.
    â€œHow was dinner with your dads?” Tremaynne asked as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse.
    â€œI wish you’d been there.”
    He pulled off my blouse and rested his head on my breasts. “Mmmm. So warm. This is my dinner.”
    â€œThey were so disappointed,” I said. And let out a sigh as he moved up and began nuzzling my neck. “It was supposed to be a celebration.”
    â€œI hope you had a good time,” he said, squatting behind me. He brushed my hair to one side and gave the back of my neck little love bites.
    â€œI may as well tell you now,” I panted.
    He reached around and popped my breasts out of the sexy little black French bra I’d found on sale at Victoria’s Secret. “Let’s not talk. Let’s just suck.”
    He pulled me down to the bed and slid his tongue into my mouth. I had a sudden fear that my breath stank of coffee and cigarettes and the meat that I told him I didn’t eat anymore. “You’ll laugh,” I said, pulling away.
    â€œOkay.” His lips slid up into an anticipatory smile.
    â€œThey want us to go on our honeymoon with them.”
    Tremaynne scratched his chin.
    â€œTo some wilderness resort. My dad was the architect. Whitman’s writing about it. It would all be free.”
    â€œWhat resort?”
    â€œI think it’s called Pine Mountain.”
    â€œPine Mountain Lodge?” He propped himself up on an elbow. “Your dad was the architect for that?”
    â€œYou’ve heard of