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about Jayne, which David thought said more about the friend than his sister.
    He was back in L.A. to settle down. Find the right kind of woman, a house. Be normal. After a decade traveling the world, he was looking for home. Wouldn’t it be funny if he found it in a place he’d never thought to look?

Three
    JAYNE ALLOWED HERSELF TO be led into Rebecca’s large condo with a view that practically stretched to Hawaii. But right now what interested her most was the cushy sofa. There were already several pillows in place, along with blankets. Even though she’d worked only half a day and then had done little more than snap a bone, she ached everywhere and was exhausted. As she settled onto the cushions, Rebecca took her luggage and hustled David out.
    Jayne looked at the gorgeous stretch of the ocean, the sun heading for the horizon. Rich was a very nice way to live. Weird, but nice.
    “How are you feeling?” Rebecca asked, hovering by the sofa. “Your poor wrist. What can I get you? There’s food, and David’s getting your prescription. Should you eat something so you can take it?”
    “In a minute,” Jayne said, not sure she could face food. Although she would have to. Otherwise, she would be barfing the pill nearly as soon as she took it.
    “Do you want more pillows? A blanket?”
    “How about if you sit?”
    Rebecca sank onto the coffee table next to the sofa. “Am I being my mother?”
    “She would send staff.”
    Rebecca smiled. “You’re right. I just feel so bad that you’re hurt.”
    “I’ll heal. The body does.”
    Her friend had changed out of her leather pants and leopard duster into jeans and a cropped T-shirt. She still looked like a model prepping for an “at home” cover shoot, but Jayne had learned to deal with Rebecca’s beauty a long time ago. She’d read an article once that said the difference between stunningly beautiful and ordinary could be measured in millimeters. An eye too narrow, a mouth too small. It was all in the numbers, and Rebecca’s features were perfect, although right now she looked a little sad.
    “I got Pride and Prejudice, ” Rebecca told her. “The long version with Colin Firth. We’ll watch it tonight with lots of junk food and ice cream. You still like chocolate chip, right?”
    “I’d like that. Are you all right?”
    “I’m worried about you. This is me being caring. You should enjoy it while it lasts.”
    It was more than that. There was something else going on. Something that screamed handsome-man trouble. “Have you talked to Nigel?”
    “No. Not for months. Since before the wedding. A friend sent me the write-up in the paper.”
    “Not a very good friend,” Jayne said.
    Rebecca rested her forearms on her knees. “It’s better this way. I could never have trusted him. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”
    “What does that have to do with anything? Love isn’t sensible. If it was, there’d be a whole lot less heartache in the world. Love is impossible and foolish.” Jayne knew that for a fact, although she told herself she wasn’t in love. She had a crush. There was a difference.
    Rebecca’s blue eyes filled with tears. “I miss him. How stupid is that? I actually miss him. He came and told me to my face that he was marrying Ariel, and I still want to be with him. There’s a hole where my heart used to be.” She frowned. “Isn’t that a song?”
    “I think so. Probably from the eighties.”
    Rebecca sniffed, then straightened and pressed her index fingers to the inside corners of her eyes. “No tears. Not over Nigel. He was a blip on my emotional radar. Nothing more. He’s not worth it.”
    “So few of them are.”
    Rebecca nodded. “It’s just… I still remember what he was like the day I met him. I was young and foolish, and he was everything I could have wished for.”
    Stopping the tears was a whole lot easier than ignoring the past, Rebecca thought, trying not to recall how Nigel had looked the first time she’d