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with humor. “I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to pick a fight. I mean, I’m lying there, dying for all he knows, and he’s telling me I never did anything worthwhile with my life.”
    Maggie didn’t hesitate. She crossed toward him and put her arms around him. “I’m so sorry.”
    â€œI told him to go to hell.” Matt rested his cheek on the top of her head. “I told him to stay out of my life, because no matter how short it was going to be, it was my life. So he got up to leave, and I thought he was just going to walk out, but he turned and he told me that he loved me, and that he didn’t want me to die. I told him—”
    His voice broke, and Maggie held him even more tightly. She felt him take a deep breath, then exhale loud and hard. “I told him that I hated him,” Matt said, “and that I couldn’t wait for him to die.” He made another noise that wasn’t quite laughter. “God. Why did I say that? Of course, two weeks later the son of a bitch went and had a massive coronary. It was his ultimate revenge—he couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried.”
    She looked up at him. “Matt, he loved you. He knew you didn’t mean what you said.”
    He sighed. “I hope so.”
    In this light, from this angle, flecks of color made his eyes look more green than gold. Green, and very warm. As he looked down at her, his face held something—a sadness, a sweetness, and also a tenderness—that she hadn’t ever seen there in all the years she’d known him. At least not when he wasn’t acting.
    It was entirely possible that back then, he simply hadn’t let it show.
    His arms were still around her, and she was still holding him. They’d stood like this, leaning against each other, so many times—Matt had always been very casual with affectionate embraces. But everything felt different now, and as she looked into his eyes, she knew he felt it, too.
    Attraction. Desire.
    It seemed inappropriate. It had been years, but it was still hard not to think of Matt as Angie’s boyfriend.
    Except Angie was married now to someone else. And this new, fantasy jungle man version of Matt was here, looking at Maggie as if he were thinking about kissing her. Not just a Matt kiss—he’d always been generous with friendly kisses on the cheek, too—but a real, on the mouth, tongues in action kind of kiss.
    Like the way Tony had kissed Maria. Maggie’s stomach did a flip as she remembered kissing Matt on stage. Except that hadn’t been them—it was the characters they were playing who had kissed so passionately.
    Still…
    She pulled away from him and went to stare once again at the books on the shelf. This was just too weird.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have laid all that on you.”
    Maggie shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m glad you told me,” she said as she turned to face him. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
    Their eyes met. And Maggie felt it again, that spark of sexual energy that seemed to flow between them. Friends.
    â€œYou were going to give me a copy of that will,” she reminded him breathlessly, reminded herself, as well.
    He took a step toward her, and another, and she knew he was going to kiss her.
    But the kiss he gave her was only a Matt kiss, on the cheek. He stepped past her, going into the outer office. She followed, feeling oddly disappointed—was she insane?—as she watched him switch on the copy machine.
    â€œYou can take this home and look it over,” he told her as he opened one of the file cabinets and took out a manila folder. “Let me know what you think by Monday. I know it’s short notice, but I need you to decide by then because ifyou aren’t interested in the job, I’ll have to start looking for someone else to help me right