that youâll be staying with him.â
âThatâs right.â But only for well-timed sex.
He handed her a visitorâs pass. âJust put this on your dashboard and youâre good to goâor stay.â
âThanks.â
âHave a nice evening.â
âYou, too,â she said, displaying the cardboard square where heâd directed.
This was the first time sheâd been back since theyâd broken up, and driving through the community was surreal. Nothing had changed, but everything felt different. The houses were all large, expensive and well-maintained. But it wasnât familiar. She felt distant. And sad. Sheâd really loved the house and this area.
She pulled into the circular drive, parking behind Nickâs car. He was standing beside it. Glancing at the stately, two-story house brought on that surreal feeling again, but really sheâd been wearing that hat ever since sheâd presented her how-to-conceive-in-a-nanosecond research.
As far as bizarre moments went, that topped the list. But sheâd felt it important to mention everything that could possibly expedite the process. She wanted to get pregnant right away for lots of reasons, not the least of which was not to see Nick after mission accomplished. It didnât seem prudent to tempt fate too far what with her attraction to him still going on. The only way sheâd managed to get through her sex notes was by keeping the conversation clinical and detached, as if she were talking about someone else.
But it wasnât someone else temporarily moving into Nickâs house. It was her, the same woman whoâd moved into this place seeing everything by the light of the stars in her eyes and the delusion that they were going to be blissfully happy there for the rest of their lives. She wasnât sure which philosopher said the only thing we could count on was change, but the time came when sheâd wanted to choke him. She hated change. It was almost always bad.
Bliss and happiness were elusive and highly overrated.Living in the real world wasnât as much fun, but the highs and lows were smoothed out into straight and steady. She could live with straight and steady.
Blowing out a cleansing breath, she opened her car door and stepped onto the concrete drive separating the house from the landscaping. The dry riverbed running through the length of the yard was still dry and lined with smooth rocks. It was bordered by gold and purple flowering lantana bushes. Everything looked just as it had when sheâd left. Nothing had changed but her.
âWhy donât I take your things inside?â Nick said.
His deep voice from behind startled her out of the bittersweet reverie. She turned and forced a big smile. âSounds like a plan.â
After she unlocked her trunk and started to pull out her suitcase, he put a hand on hers.
âIâll get it. Iâm pretty sure it hasnât gotten any lighter since I put it in there.â
âThanks.â
His palm was big and strong, his fingers warm. The touch had heat pooling in her belly and flushing her cheeks. Twilight had dropped shadows over the craggy mountains not so far away, and she was pretty sure Nick couldnât see how the brush of his hand affected her.
That was something else that hadnât changed. But attraction without emotion was like a bow without an arrowâno power to wound.
It took several trips to carry suitcases, garment bags and toiletries into the house. Heâd suggested she stay here while looking for a permanent place of her own and sheâd brought a lot of clothes with her. The apartment was utilitarian and good for storage, but sheâd be more comfortable in a house.
Looking around the two-story entry, she wasnât so sure.Memories attacked from every direction. Nick carrying her over the threshold when they bought the place. The huge kitchen with granite countertops was especially