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get out.”
    Color drained from her face and the question came out in a weak whisper. “What?”
    “Did you honestly think you’d waltz back into my life and everything would be fine?” He clamped his teeth together. “You destroyed me. I loved you. But not anymore.”
    She gulped for a breath. “But last night, you were so tender and loving. What was that about?”
    Yeah, he’d taken his time to remind her of what she’d given up. He thinned his lips into a hard line. “I’m more than willing to give you my dick, but not my heart. Never again.” He stood. Waited. She clutched her throat as if choking on what he’d said, then turned and ran down the hall. In a few minutes, she walked past him without comment, rushed out and slammed the door behind her. Good riddance. He went into the bathroom and adjusted the shower. He wanted it nice and hot. Burn her out of his memory.
    He should be remorseful for what he’d done, but he wasn’t. She’d left him to face their friends, and he figured he’d been the punch line to plenty of jokes. It’d taken almost a year before he made it through a day without thinking about her. That kind of hurt festered and took ages to heal. Seeing her again had reopened the wound, and he admitted revenge helped close it.
    An hour later, after he’d assured his brother Julie was out of the picture, Jared arrived at the office. He noticed the shrubs around the sign out front had grown so tall you could barely read, Sloan and Sloan Architecture. He’d trim them after work.
    “Hey, Cheryl.”
    “Good morning. Tom Bradford had questions about the plans you dropped off yesterday, so your dad’s gone to meet with him. He called to say the meeting is taking longer than expected. Needs you to cover the appointment at St. Paul’s.”
    “Okay. I’ll get over there in a while. Oh, would you check with Melinda over at Escape Day Spa and ask when she’ll decide on the bid for the interior? If it’s Beth, I want you to schedule my meetings separate from her.”
    Cheryl raised her brows. “What’s that about? Trouble in paradise?”
    “We broke up. I want to avoid her.”
    “Gotcha. Will do. Oh, and Jared, while they repave the lot, most of the parking is closed at the church, so use the associate minister’s spot. He’s on sabbatical.”
    “Sabbatical?”
    “Translation, rehab for drinking.”
    He chuckled and thought how much he’d like a drink right about now.
     
     

     
     
    RAYNIE WASN’T SURE how long she stared at the papers, but it was as if the word divorce froze everything around her. How could it be? Celeste and Evan had been the perfect couple. Did he have the surgery without her consent and it’d caused trouble? Or had he been unfaithful again? His affair happened years ago, and Celeste forgave him. At least she said she did.
    Raynie wanted answers, and she’d tried to read the document, but all the words blurred. She wondered if she’d ever stop crying so much. She hated that Greta knew more than she did. If not, why make the remark about death keeping them together. Bitch. She threw that morsel out to see if Raynie knew anything. The realization pissed her off. Double pissed. At Greta for not telling her the whole story, and at Celeste for not confiding in her. Why hadn’t she said something?
    She covered her face with both hands. Did Silbie know? Did she witness screaming matches? Heated arguments? Physical abuse? God, she hoped not. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her cell and the paper with the contact numbers from her pocket. Greta’s, first on the list. Raynie dialed and let it ring until it went to voice mail, then left a message.
    She wished to clear her head. Get out of there. Go for a walk. Man, what she’d give to get drunk and forget her troubles for a while, but she couldn’t because in three hours she’d pick up Silbie. She stuck the phone back in her pocket, hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the house key, then flipped the latch behind