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"You’re sister thinks I’m dating her husband?" she repeated slowly like she was sure she’d misunderstood him.
It took him a moment to give the terse nod, but he did, making her jaw drop.
"Well, let her out. I’ll tell her right now I’m not."
He made a pained face. "Ah … Right now might not be such a good time."
"Listen to her," Mandy called. "Let me out."
"I’m not dating your husband," Mia stated adamantly, raising her voice so Mandy could hear her. "I’m not dating anyone’s husband."
"Are you sure?" Drew asked, mentally kicking himself even as the words spilled from this mouth. "I mean, maybe you don’t know he’s married."
Letting out an anguished cry of outrage, Mia took a moment to send him a disappointed glare. "I’m positive," she growled from between gritted teeth. Then she spun away and started for the exit.
"Mia!" he called after her, his voice desperate, pleading.
Whirling around, she glared at him. "What made her think I would ever …" Too upset to even finish the question, she seethed, pinning him with that same disheartened frown.
•
Mia wanted to hurt Drew Harper. She also wanted to curl into a ball and weep.
For three long years, she’d been unable to get close to anyone and suddenly, here was this seemingly perfect guy, making her think she might finally be able to heal.
But Drew wasn’t what she thought he was. He was a deceiver. A fraud.
"I don’t even know her," she said, pointing toward the closed door he held shut with his entire body. "And I probably don’t even know her husband."
"His name’s Jeff Wright," he was quick to explain. "Jeffrey Alan Wright."
Mia shook her head. The name meant absolutely nothing. "Never heard of him."
Drew nodded, looking relieved. But that only infuriated her more.
"This makes no sense. Why me? Why’d she pick me?"
He glanced away guiltily. "Her husband had half a dozen red roses delivered to 410 South Elm Street."
Mia’s eyes flashed wide. She barely managed to keep the gasp of realization in, but she was sure he could see the comprehension in her eyes as all the pieces of the puzzle finally fit.
"What?" he asked anxiously.
Shaking her head, she said, "I haven’t received a delivery of roses." And that wasn’t a lie. "No one’s ever sent me flowers." More truth. Yet, guilt heated her face. She glanced away, only to dart her gaze back to him.
Drew watched her
closely, frowning slightly. She could tell he didn’t believe her. She bit the inside of her lip, hating the fact she’d never been able to hold a poker face. It was probably the biggest reason she was still in counseling. The doctor could tell too easily she wasn’t healed.
"You know something," he pressed.
Yes.
Mia shook her head and turned away so he couldn’t see her face. "I have to go."
"Mia," he called. "Please. This is my sister’s marriage we’re talking about. If you know something—"
"I don’t," she cut in, which technically was true. She didn’t know. But she could make a pretty accurate guess. "I’m sorry. I can’t help you."
