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bracketed her mouth, the
     shadows under her eyes, the sadness in them that made the deep brown color look flat.
     Haunted.
    How had he missed it before? How had he missed just how much she’d changed?
    “You’re doing just fine,” he said. “I’ll be back in for dinner.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    “Okay.” He turned around and walked away. And he still couldn’t breathe.

Chapter Four
    Lucy didn’t remember ever having to saw through a pie before. But that was essentially
     what she was doing with her pie. She was trying so hard. It wasn’t fair. She’d even
     accosted Sarah Larsen in the produce aisle, someone she’d vaguely remembered from
     high school as being wholesome and the kind of girl who probably watched Martha Stewart
     after school, and asked her for tips.
    She made it through the final crust layer and used the pie server to get it onto Mac’s
     plate. The filling oozed out, and it looked good at least. Well, the crust looked
     good too; it was just more like a piece of wood in texture than it was a flaky pastry.
    The plan was to scurry back to her own house and not join him for any portion of the
     meal, as she’d been doing for the past week. It was just more comfortable that way.
     There was something about him, a sexy something about him, and she really didn’t like
     that she noticed it.
    Not to mention the fact that she had told him too much about her relationship with
     Daniel. And also Mac was most definitely in a position where he might enjoy hearing
     about all the junk that had happened to her since she’d left Silver Creek, and that
     was really quite off-putting.
    Mainly, though, it was the sexy thing.
    She walked over to the dining table and set the dessert in front of him. “Enjoy,”
     she said, handing him a fork, false smile firmly plastered on her face.
    “Thanks,” he said. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
    “Uh… no. I haven’t even had dinner yet, so I’ll probably just take my plate of
     pot roast out to the house.”
    “Why don’t you sit and have pie?”
    “I just said.”
    “Did you?”
    She nodded slowly. “Yes. I didn’t have dinner.”
    “So what? It’s the perk of being an adult. Of being your own person. Eat the pie first.”
    “It’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”
    “So. What. Lucy Ryan… Carter. Whichever. You need to eat dessert first.”
    She looked at Mac, at the slight quirk in his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, and a
     shiver ran through her, whispering along her veins like electricity over a wire. There
     was something irresistible about that look he was giving her. Something intense. That
     there was anything in his eyes at all, beyond boredom, or amusement, or disdain, made
     it all feel new. As if a man had never looked at her before.
    And for a moment, she could almost believe it was true. Could almost feel the last
     eight years fall away. Could feel something warm and hopeful building in her chest.
    “All right.” She turned on her heel and walked back into the kitchen, sawing herself
     another piece of pie and plopping it onto a plate. She was extremely skeptical of
     the pie’s viability, but she wasn’t going to show him that she was aware of her vulnerability.
     She wouldn’t be able to hide its existence, not once he took a bite, but looking scared
     of her own food just wouldn’t do.
    She returned to the table and took a position in the chair at the very end corner
     of the table, as far from him as possible without sitting directly across from him.
     She’d been the foot of someone’s table for too long. She wasn’t going there again.
    Mac was the first one to take a bit of the pie. His fork clunked against the ceramic
     plate when it finally broke through the crust, proving just how much force it had
     taken.
    She winced, but watched him lift the bite to his lips. He put it in his mouth and
     chewed for a lot longer than anyone should have to chew a bit of pie.
    He swallowed, and the motion looked