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marry him, he’d do that too. It would be better for all of them, really. He and Kelly understood each other, the strange lives they lived.
    That way the baby would have both parents under one roof. If she’d agree to stay together, he would do it. Kelly was his friend, and he could learn to love her.
    If only he could let go of Katy Hart.
    That’s why he needed to talk to her tonight. So he could close the book on this wonderful, mysterious chapter in his life. So he could say goodbye to the girl who had captured his attention in a handful of minutes on a community theater stage in Bloomington, Indiana.
    Movement caught his attention, and he looked to the right. At first he wasn’t sure if it was her, but then he knew. Her long blonde hair was tucked into a baseball cap, but nothing could hide the way she walked, the sway of her lithe body as she
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    headed down the sand. Even though she was a hundred yards away, he could feel her eyes on him.
    He glanced around, in case a lone photographer was lurking somewhere he’d overlooked. He knew their places-near a cropping of bushes, along one of three staircases, on the hillside beneath one of the closer houses. Every spot was clear.
    Dayne leaned back on his hands and stared at the setting sun. He would’ve wanted this conversation on the beach-because maybe somehow the wind and waves would smooth out the rough edges of the moment. But he couldn’t take a chance.
    Especially in the fading daylight. There might not be a photog hanging around this minute, but they’d be back. And if they caught the two of them together, there was no telling what damage they could do to Katy.
    Dayne stood and stretched. She could see him; she’d know where to go. His gaze cast downward, he jogged lightly up the sandy hill to the gate that led to his private stairway. Once he was inside the gate, he took the first six stairs, turned, and sat down, waiting for her.
    After fifteen minutes, he heard quick footsteps and the sound of her breathing.
    She opened the gate and stepped inside without knocking-just the way he’d asked her to do.
    She shut the gate behind her and leaned against the fence. Her sides were heaving, her eyes wide. “I… I saw you come inside.” She bent over and put her hands on her knees. “I ran … the rest of the way. Just in case.”
    He wanted to go to her, wanted to sweep her into his arms and kiss her before either of them had a chance to talk about why she was here. But he forced himself to stay controlled. Katy deserved better. He stood and held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to the deck.”
    She looked hesitant, but she took his hand.
    The feel of her skin against his almost changed his mind-about the conversation, about the kiss. Even about his allegiance 28
    to Kelly. Find control, Matthews, he told himself. You have no choice here. The temptation passed. He squeezed her fingers and started up the stairs.
    He led her through the back door into the house, and around a half wall to the deck slider. The deck had a tinted privacy wall and rail system that allowed a view of the beach but made it harder for passersby or paparazzi to get a clear photo opportunity.
    He released her hand. “Want something to drink?”
    Katy had her breath back, but she looked nervous. She removed the baseball cap, and her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. “Water, thanks.”
    “Okay.” With everything in him he wanted to pretend he was fine, that her being here was simply the fulfillment of how he’d hoped things would go during this stage of the court proceedings. That they were about to share an evening catching up and dreaming about what ifs and maybes. But that wasn’t the case.
    His grin died before it touched his lips. He went inside, found a couple cold bottles of Dasani, and brought them back onto the deck.
    Dayne had two lounge chairs and a small wicker sofa on the deck. Katy was already sitting on one end of the sofa, her cap on the adjacent glass-top