New York to muster out of the military, it was to an Atlanta area hospital that he eventually was sent, by his own request. And his father had not permitted his mother to come and visit him, even to correspond with him during his convalescence. He still hated the man for that alone. Claire had come often to see him then, he recalled, his gaze moving to her face. Heâd lost everything he loved, even Diane, and Claireâs gentle presence had meant so much. Heâd never even told her that.
âWhy do you look like that?â Claire asked unexpectedly.
He blinked. âHow do I look?â
âAs if you had nothing of hope left in you,â she said, with keen perception.
He laughed without humor. âDid you think me fanciful?â he taunted.
âI thoughtâ¦well, it hardly matters, does it? I suppose losing the one thing in life you love would harden any man. Iâm sorry for the things I said about Diane,â she said, surprising him. âI know you canât help the way you feel about her.â
He moved as if sheâd stung him. âYou see too much.â
âI always have,â she said, with a sad smile. âI donât have close friends because people like to keep secrets.â
âI can imagine that itâs hard to keep them around you.â
She sighed. âSometimes.â She looked around the barren room. âDo you think the new owners might need someone to keep house for them?â she asked absently.
âNo, they have their own servants. What sort of work do you want to do?â
âAll I know how to do is cook and clean,â she replied. âOh, and work on motorcars, of course. And I sew a little,â she added, with a secret smile.
He glanced at her. âEvery woman sews a little. And working on automobiles is hardly a viable skill when there are so few of them around. In fact, I seem to recall that your uncle had the only gasoline-powered one in these parts.â
âOne day there will be many.â
âNo doubt. But your need is more immediate.â
She let out an angry sigh. âWhat a world we live in, where women have to fight to be allowed any sort of work save washing, typing, sewing, or waiting on customers in shops.â
He sighed to himself, remembering Diane saying languidly that she had no interest in being anything except a loving wife. Why had she married Calverson? Now she knew what a mistake sheâd made and it was too late. Too late! It hurt most of all to remember that heâd introduced her to Calverson, when he went to work at the bank for the first time, fresh out of Harvard.
He glanced around. Most of the furniture was already gone, sold to pay bills. âDo you have anyplace to go, Claire?â
Her spine stiffened. âIâll find someplace before I have to leave here.â
He saw the fear behind the pride. She wasnât going to admit defeat, regardless of what it cost her. He admired that independent spirit.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed. âMarry me,â he said, with sudden seriousness. âIt will put an end to all your troubles and most of mine.â
Her heart jumped with pained pleasure, but she refused to give way to it. She glared at him. âI said no before and Iâll say it again. You only want me to be a blind, a camouflage, so you can carry on with your married woman!â
His black eyes narrowed. âYou donât know me at all, do you? Turn it around, then. Would you marry me and cheat on me with some other man?â
She stiffened. âIt would never occur to me to do anything so dishonest.â
âNor would it occur to me.â He stared into her pale gray eyes and saw that nothing short of the truth would sway her. âLetâs have it out in the open, then. Yes, I love Diane,â he said, taking his hands out of his pockets and moving a step closer. âSome part of me will always love her. But sheâs
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