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she agreed to have a final dinner with Thomas? One moment of weakness…  
    Sometimes she wondered if Thomas might have been ableto talk her into getting back together. Koenraad didn’t think so. He believed she didn’t love Thomas—which was true—and that she never would have accepted him back for that reason.
    But she wasn’t sure Koenraad was right. She just didn’t know, and it bothered her.
    Thomas was nodding, a small gleam of triumph in his eyes. “When you return to New York, and you get back to your life and routine,you’ll think of things differently.”
    She decided suddenly that arguing with Thomas wouldn’t get her far. He loved twisting her words. “Maybe,” she said neutrally.
    “All I ask is that two or three weeks after you get back, we have dinner. And we’ll talk about things like rational adults.”
    She threw her hands up in exasperation. “Why? What’s the point? I’m not going to change my mind!”
    Thomaswas laughing as he said, “Shh. You don’t have to scream. Listen. In a few weeks, you’ll be less emotional. We both will,” he added quickly when she opened her mouth. “Then we can talk about things. One dinner, when things settle down. Can you do that?”
    Jesus. There really wasn’t any way out. He’d bought a last-minute ticket down to see her, and she doubted he was going to let this go. If onlythey hadn’t run into each other in the lobby. “Fine.” She picked up her sandwich.  
    Thomas’s smile stretched across his face. “Thank you, Monroe.” He glanced at his watch and then stood. “I need to call a taxi,” he said.  
    “Why? Got an important business meeting tomorrow?”
    He’d been pulling the duffel bag onto his shoulder, and he froze, his eyes wide in sudden fear. “Uh, I do, but… if you wantme to stay…”
    “No. That’s not what I meant.”
    “Because I would.”
    “I know,” she said quietly. It was as much a lie as the one he’d just told. She could strip off her clothes, lie on the table, and beg him to fuck her, but nothing would keep him from getting onto that plane.  
    It was tempting to call his bluff, ask him to stay, just to watch him panic.  
    He extended a hand, and when she went toshake it, he pulled her to her feet and into an embrace.  
    “You probably don’t believe this, but I miss you,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ll see you in a week or two.”
    “Or three or four.” She wriggled out of his grasp.
    “Two weeks.” He winked, and she looked down to avoid rolling her eyes.
    She sat as he moved away from the table with long, certain strides. Only when he’d been gone for severalminutes did she heave a sigh of relief.
    With any luck, she would never see Thomas again. He’d probably think it over on the plane home and decide not to call her. Then he could tell himself that he had ended things.
    Oh, she didn’t know. Maybe it wasn’t fair to demonize Thomas like this. He’d been a mediocre boyfriend. If he treated his next girlfriend with more appreciation, then maybe theirrelationship hadn’t been a complete waste of time.
    In any event, she refused to think about him for a second longer. He was gone. Out of her life. They never crossed paths in New York, so she wasn’t going to run into him at the grocery store.
    She accidentally scraped her chair against the floor as she moved it to face the open window. The sun had cut through the clouds, blanketing her in warmthand light. She picked up her sandwich but had to wait for her smile of relief to leave her face before she could take a bite.
    After finishing lunch, she changed into a new bikini that Koenraad had insisted on buying for her. It was a bit too small, but it flattered her curves, and the white fabric looked great with her tan. She wrapped a blue and white sarong around her hips. Not bad. Shame Koenraadwasn’t around to appreciate it. Not wanting to take her cell phone on the beach, she scribbled him a note on hotel stationery, telling him where