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thinking, So what? But she didn’t say it. It would only have been her defiant streak talking, anyway.
    She didn’t really want her private business all over town, and Flynt was only trying to protect her from the evil tongues of town gossips.
    At heart, he was a good man. She knew that. It was just that he’d gotten himself all turned around inside, after what had happened with Monica and their baby.
    For one beautiful night eleven months ago, Josie had let herself hope that he might learn to forgive himself and leave the past behind. But in the harsh light of the following day, she’d learned the true power that guilt can have over a man—the kind of power a mere woman could never overcome.
    And right now, well, best to look on the bright side. At least his eyes were clear and she couldn’t smell liquor on him. “Why are you here, Flynt?”
    He looked surprised suddenly. “You don’t know?”
    â€œIf I did, I wouldn’t be asking.”
    Narrow-eyed, he studied her face some more. Then he shook his head. “Not like this, all right? Not with you in there and me standing out here, whispering over the damn windowsill.”
    â€œAll right. Where are you parked?”
    â€œDown around the corner.”
    â€œGo on back to that fancy pickup of yours. I’ll be there. Five minutes.”
    He glared at her as if he didn’t trust her to do what she said she’d do.
    â€œGo on,” she whispered. “I said five minutes and I meant what I said.” Before he could start barking orders at her again, she hooked the screen, pulled down the window and drew the shade.
    â€œI’m out of bath beads, Mama,” Josie called as she went out the front door. It wasn’t really a lie—she was out of bath beads and she would stop at the store before she returned to the house. “I’m going to run down to the Stop ’n’ Save.”
    Her mother nodded and waved and went on watching TV.
    Josie rushed out into the darkness, wondering what in the world was the matter with her, to be in such an all-fired hurry to get to the man who had broken her heart.
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    She didn’t make him wait.
    Flynt had barely climbed back into his pickup when she was knocking on the passenger door. He reached across the seat and opened it for her. She got in and shut the door, trapping them in that small space together.
    He looked the other way, out the window over the driver’s door. But it didn’t help. His mind, his whole being, was centered on her.
    He said, “You sent the money back.”
    â€œYes, I did.”
    â€œI wanted you to have it.”
    â€œI pay my own way. But thank you. I did need it at first. Then, as soon as I could manage it, I paid you back.”
    â€œJosie, I—”
    She cut him off. “No. No more about the money, please. You know me, deep down. You know I couldn’t keep it. It wouldn’t have been right.”
    He wanted to argue with her, that the money wasn’t much. That there was no point in her not having it. That she needed it and he didn’t.
    But he let it go. She wasn’t going to take that money, no matter what he said.
    Instead he asked, “You did all right, then? Up there in Fort Worth?”
    â€œI did just fine.”
    Why did he feel so…hungry? A hunger that was more than just wanting to get his hands on her. He wanted to know about her, about what she’d been doing, what she’d been thinking, what she’d seen, what she’d cared about. He wanted to know everything. Everything that happened, every breath she took, for the past eleven months.
    â€œYou got an apartment?”
    â€œI took a room, with a family. The price was right, and they were good people. It worked out fine. And I found a job—two jobs, really.”
    He thought about Lena, wondered where she fitinto all this, how Josie had managed. Two jobs, a room in someone’s house, and a