again.â
This time her heart might not survive.
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Emily rested her head against the lush ivy twining the cedar arbor, inhaling the sweet scents of her motherâs flower garden. Amber clouds streaked the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon and a warm breeze caressed her face. Ordinarily, surrounding herself with nature worked like a salve on her frayed nerves, but it was family dinner night at her parentsâ house.
Her least favorite, and most nerve-racking Friday of the month.
Nothing short of hospitalization or death held up as a legitimate excuse to miss it. Her parents liked to stay actively involved in her life, which equated to two hours of them telling her exactly what she was doing wrong and how to fix it, while Emily smiled, nodded and tried not to scream. Not that shedidnât love her family dearly, but sheâd given up trying to please them a long time ago.
And, as if spending the evening with her parents wasnât bad enough, theyâd excitedly informed her that Matt was joining them tonight. Given their level of enthusiasm and the extravagant meal her mother was preparing, one might have thought the President was coming to dinner.
She hadnât talked to Matt since heâd left her apartment last night. And while she would never admit it aloudâshe didnât even like admitting it to herselfâshe had hoped he would come back.
Shortly after heâd left sheâd gone to bed, listening to the rain tap against the front windows and feeling inexplicably lonely. Every time she heard a vehicle approaching, or the slam of a car door, sheâd held her breath, waiting to hear footsteps up her walk. But he hadnât come. And though she hated herself for it, she still missed him somewhere deep down.
Back when they were kids, during summer vacations when Matt was practically living at their house, he and Emily would sometimes stay up all night talking. After everyone had gone to bed, they would go out on the back patio, curl up in chaise lounges and talk until the sky turned pink with the first hint of dawn. There wasnât a thing about each other they hadnât known.
Sheâd never blamed him for what had happened between them that night on the beach. Sheâd let it happen, with no second thoughts and no regrets. She only regretted that it had ended their friendship. It was too late to get that back. They had both changed too much.
Sure, he looked the same, and sounded the sameand sometimes he even acted like the old Matt. On the inside, where it counted, he was a different person.
When sheâd gotten over the initial shock of his leaving, her heart had begun to heal. And after a while sheâd even stopped missing him. Now that he was back, that old longing had returned with him. But she was longing for the friendship of a man who no longer existed.
Behind her on the brick path she heard approaching footsteps. Heavy steps that would indicate the person in question was probably male, and most likely large. Six foot three, two hundred and twenty poundsâmost of it muscleâif memory served. She closed her eyes and prayed silently, please let it be someone else.
âDinner is almost ready.â Mattâs deep voice wrapped around her, raising the hair on her arms and sending a shiver down her spine despite the heat. âYour mom sent me out to get you.â
Thanks, Mom. Without even trying she somehow always managed to make Emilyâs life a little bit more miserable. âTell her Iâll be right there.â
There was a brief silence then, âEmily, come on. You could at least look at me.â
Apprehension surging up her throat, she slowly turned. Matt stood, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his pants. At the sight of him, her body sighed with satisfaction. Talk about eye candy. The man was far too attractive for his own good. His hair was damp again and the same near-black shade as his eyes. A hint of his
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