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Foolish memories best forgotten, she told herself. He was angry at her. She couldn't blame him, of course. He had every right to be angry, more than angry. He should hate her.
"I came to find out if you were really back." Megan reached up and unfastened her cloak. It slid off her shoulders and onto the chair back. "And you are."
His gaze narrowed. "Don't play your games with me, Megan. You could have asked any number of people if I was back," he said. "Why are you here? What do you want from me?"
"Oh, I couldn't have asked about you. People would have wanted to know why. I couldn't have them think—"
She bit back the rest of her sentence, but it was too late. For the second time, he rose from his seat. He didn't bother concealing his anger. It flared out from him, tightening the line of his jaw and pulling his mouth into a straight line. His arms hung loosely at his sides, but his hands were balled into fists. She shrank back as he approached.
"What couldn't you have them think?" he asked. He came to a stop in front of the desk.
"I—I didn't mean to say that, exactly."
"What did you mean? Exactly."
She couldn't look at him. She couldn't bear to see the censure in his eyes. He did hate her. She saw it as clearly as she saw the man before her.
She buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "So sorry for all the things I said."
"But not for what you did."
He spoke so softly that at first she thought she'd imagined the words. She looked up. He sat on the corner of the desk in front of her.
"You're sorry you called me the town bastard, but you're not sorry you didn't come with me."
He said the words flatly, as if they had no meaning. She searched his eyes, hoping for a clue to his feelings. Nothing. The brown depths offered nothing except tiny twin reflections of herself.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," she said, hoping her apology would be enough.
"Oh, no, Megan. It's not that simple." He moved quickly, stepping in front of her and crouching down. He stared at her face. "If s the words you used that bother you. Not the deed."
"Stop it," she commanded, but her voice was weak, and she had no power to make him stop. She couldn't even escape. She would have to push him away. To do that would require her touching him, and as surely as she knew her name, she knew if she touched him, all would be lost. "What do you want from me?"
"The truth, Megan. For once in your sorry life, tell me the truth. I'll accept that instead of your apology."
Now her temper flared, quarreling with the confusion inside of her. She didn't know this angry stranger. He wasn't the Justin Kincaid she remembered from her childhood, or the young man who had made her fall in love with him seven summers ago. He was hard and frightening, mocking and cold. She wanted to run away and forget she'd ever been here. She wanted to forget the heat of his stare and the scent of his body and the way his hands reached for hers, holding them tight.
"The truth," he growled. "Say it."
His fingers squeezed hers. His hands had always been hard from his long hours working in the livery stable. Time hadn't changed that. He pressed until her fingers dug into her own palms. The sharp pain shocked her into action. She jerked free of his touch and sprang to her feet. Stalking across the room, she drew in deep cleansing breaths.
"Yes," she said loudly, turning to face him. "Yes, I'm sorry I said those things, but I'm not sorry I stayed here. I'm not sorry I didn't go with you."
He stood and smiled at her. There was no humor or kindness in the curve of his lips or the flash of his white teeth. She felt chilled and folded her arms over her chest.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked.
His smiled faded. He returned to his seat. "No," he said without looking at her. ¦ 'But you told me the truth. At last. Does your husband know about your habit of avoiding the unpleasant?"
"Husband?" Oh, Lord, he thought she was married. Megan was glad her gloves hid her bare left hand from him. Married. When he found out she wasn't, was he going to assume she'd waited for him? Oh, he couldn't. She hadn't, of course. There were plenty of reasons she hadn't married, and none of them had anything to do with Justin Kin-caid.
