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did you come home early? Did Howard pop the question? Are you getting married? When?”
    “Stop,” Lexi said, rubbing her temples. “It was all one big nightmare.”
    Maneuvering around the airport that was designed by an idiot, they finally passed through the toll gate onto 183 and headed west.
    Carolyn shook her head. “I didn’t like this idea from the start.”
    Lexi slumped back and released a tense breath. “I know.”
    “You can drag a horse to water…”
    “I know, but you can’t make him drink.”
    “Right. And I told you all along Howard wasn’t the marrying kind.” Carolyn turned off at the Central exit. “He loves his mother too much.”
    “He married Sandy.”
    “What?” Carolyn gasped and almost wrecked the car, but she managed to swerve past a giant orange barrel and miss it by mere inches.
    Lexi held on to the door handle and the console. “Where are you going?”
    “This damn construction.” Carolyn glanced at her. “He married who?”
    “Ex-girlfriend, Sandy.”
    “The same bitch that dumped him two years ago?”
    “Same bitch.”
    “What a shitface.”
    “My thoughts exactly.” But actually, that wasn’t her thought. Since awakening this morning, she’d had only one thing on her mind—that steaming hot stud she’d spent the night with. God, she wanted to be wrapped in his arms so tightly he’d never let her go.
    His scent still surrounded her even after an early morning shower. Why had she run? It was almost worth the embarrassment to stick around and spend the following day together. But she couldn’t do that. If word got out, her career would be over. People in her line of work couldn’t make mistakes.
    Still, something in her wanted to at least know his name, where he lived. She sat up straight.
    “What’s wrong,” Carolyn asked. “You okay?”
    “Yeah.” But she wasn’t. What if he had a wife, maybe a couple of kids? She covered her face with her hands.
    Oh God, what have I done?
    “Just what happened in Las Vegas? And don’t give me that crap about what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
    Closing her eyes, Lexi knew she could never come clean. Never admit that she had the most wonderful night of her life in bed with a complete stranger, who probably had a boring sales job, a mortgage, and struggled to make ends meet.
    How could she ever confess to something like that? How would she be judged? Harshly, of course. How else could a harlot be condemned? At least stoning had gone out of fashion. She opened her eyes as Carolyn pulled toward the gated community.
    To get them past the guard, Lexi leaned down and smiled.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Ryan.”
    “Hello, Gary.”
    The lever lifted and Carolyn drove into Lexi’s community and pulled into her driveway. They both stepped out of the car and went inside.
    Thankfully, she hadn’t lowered the thermostat, and the coolness prickled her skin. She dropped her purse and suitcase in the foyer, and they went straight to the kitchen. Lexi pulled out a bottle of chilled wine, popped the cork, and poured two glasses.
    Carolyn took a sip and said, “I’m sorry Howard married someone else. That has to suck.”
    “Yeah, it does. But, it proves he never loved me.”
    “Is any of his stuff here?”
    “There are a few items upstairs. He left a toothbrush, a couple of shirts, maybe his sneakers.”
    Carolyn, with her dyed red hair and false eyelashes, marched up the stairs, and Lexi wondered where her friend got the energy when all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
    Heavy footsteps tromped down, and Carolyn turned the corner, her arms filled with things belonging to Howard. “Let’s start a bonfire.”
    “What?”
    Without as much as a misstep, Carolyn walked by the table, grabbed her wine, and headed outside. A frown tugged Lexi’s brows. What could her friend possibly be thinking?
    Stepping out of the cool house into the sweltering heat, Lexi squinted and watched in horror as Carolyn lifted the