ago, I’
d probably have taken you up on it. Unfortunately I’m over that stage now.“
„I doubt if you would have been very successful at it six or seven months ago,“ Flynn said with a strange
gentleness. He ran his finger lightly along her lower lip. „You’re too soft for revenge, sweetheart. You’d
wind up feeling sorry for your victim and that would be the end of the whole scheme.“
Heather tried not to feel the leashed sensuality in his touch. She refused to flinch from it. „I think you un
derrate the inner fortitude of the female of the species, Flynn.“
„Going to teach me a lesson on the subject?“
„It’s time someone did.“
„Let’s go have a taco and a beer and discuss the matter,“ he challenged softly.
Heather didn’t know whether to laugh or cry over the male anticipation she saw in his eyes. Flynn
Ram-mage might claim he was feeling penitent and humble, but the truth was, he was as bold about taking
what he wanted as ever. But this time around she was wise to him, Heather told herself. She could handle
him.
„The taco and beer sound good,“ she admitted. „But let’s skip the postmortems and meaningful dis-
cussions, okay? I’m not in the mood.“
„Whatever you want, Heather.“
She didn’t believe that for a moment, but she went to find her shoulder bag, anyway.
The black-and-silver Porsche was as unabashedly sexy as she had remembered. She knew Flynn loved
the car with the kind of enthusiasm only men seemed able to develop for automobiles. The barely civilized
growl of the engine, the scent of leather and the close confines of the cockpit all combined to renew old
memories Heather would rather have forgotten. She tried to put them from her as Flynn guided the Porsche
away from the curb and out onto a busier thoroughfare.
„When did you decide to buy the house?“ he asked, downshifting for a light with easy skill.
„I’ve been saving for a home of my own for a long time.“
„You never mentioned it when we…“ He didn’t finish the sentence.
„No, I didn’t. We had a lot of deep conversations a few months ago, but there were several things we
failed to discuss, weren’t there?“
„Such as the future?“ he suggested deliberately.
„That was definitely one of them,“ she agreed with a bland indifference she realized she was far from
feeling. „But given the fact that there wasn’t any future for us, it would have been a pointless conversa-
tion.“
Flynn’s hand tightened briefly on the wheel, and then he deliberately relaxed his grip. „The future is one
of the things I’d like to talk about tonight.“
„Forget it.“
„All right, we’ll start with the past,“ he announced with a touch of familiar assertiveness. „There are
some things I want to explain to you, honey. I’m not going to try to justify the way I behaved eight months
ago, but I want you to know exactly what was going on at the time. I want you to know why I was so an-
gry at the world and every woman in it.“
„I know why you were angry. You were still getting over your divorce. And you’re absolutely right – it
doesn’t justify your actions. Nothing would.“
Flynn scowled at the taillights of the car ahead of him. „It wasn’t the divorce, exactly. Cheryl and I had
been having problems for quite a while. She wanted out of the marriage and I knew it. By the time she fi-
nally filed for divorce, I didn’t care much one way or the other about her, but there were other factors in-
volved.“
„I don’t want to hear about them,“ Heather said firmly.
He ignored her, continuing his explanation with dogged persistence. „At the time I met you, I had just
been through a disaster of a court action that had left me – “
„If you’re going to tell me it left you broke, forget it. Every man who goes through divorce in this coun-
try claims he got taken to the cleaners. But the truth is, studies have shown that after a divorce women