“That’s for sure,” Will said, and turned back to the table.

Valerie turned and walked away, with Donald Prescott trailing in her wake.

“Sorry about that,” Will said. “Now where were we?”

“What do you mean, ‘expectations’?” Jake asked Kate.

“Do you want to fight about this?” Kate said.

“Oh, hell,” Will said. “Don’t. It’s over. Why should you fight about it? Personally, I’m relieved.”

“I know you are,” Kate snapped. “It’s the worst thing I know about you.”

“Hey,” Jake said. “He didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Yes, he did,” Nancy said. “I’ve got no time for Valerie, but she got screwed on this.”

“Feel free to discuss my personal life,” Will said.

“You owed her more than ‘She’s yours’ after three years,” Kate said.

“He did not,” Jake said. “Stay out of this.”

“She’s hurt,” Kate said. She looked over at Will. “It wasn’t kind.”

“I don’t believe this,” Jake said angrily.

“Being kind to Valerie,” Will explained, “is a waste of time. She only hears what she wants to hear unless you’re so blunt that you’re rude.”

“Maybe,” Kate said. “But that was brutal.”

Will looked over at Nancy and she nodded.

“Okay,” Will sighed and stood. “I’ll apologize.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Jake said.

“I didn’t say I’d take her back,” Will said. “It won’t hurt me to say I was a jerk. Maybe I was. We were together for three years. Maybe she deserves a better goodbye.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Jake said. “She’s a bitch. She tried to run Nancy out of business and you into marriage. She deserves exactly what she got.”

“Nobody deserves what she got,” Kate said.

Jake glared at her, and she glared back.

“Well, at the least the two of you are communicating,” Will said with a slow grin. “That’s more than Val and I ever did.”

“Communication like this, I don’t need,” Jake said, and pushed his chair back.

“Where are you going?” Kate asked.

“Away from you,” Jake said and stalked off toward the bar. Will shook his head and followed him, saying something to him and slapping him on the back before he went out the door to find Valerie.


“What’s wrong with Jake?” Nancy asked. “He never gets mad, and now he’s been tense all night.”

“We’ve had a bad day,” Kate said. “I’m leaving day after tomorrow, and we have a few things to work out. Such as whether we’re ever going to see each other again.”

“Day after tomorrow?” Nancy sat back in her chair. “So soon?”

“Well, I have this career,” Kate said. “It’s not much, but it keeps me in French Provincial furniture and Kentucky vacations.”

Nancy looked unhappy. “When are you coming back?”

Kate sighed. “From the looks of Jake at the moment, never.”

“He’s not that dumb,” Nancy said. “He’ll get over it.”

Kate looked over at Jake, hunched over the bar, his whole body still tense with anger. “Not any time soon,” she said. “Not unless I do something about it.”

“Well, do something about it,” Nancy said. “He may be a big enough fool to throw what you’ve got away, but you’re not.” When Kate didn’t answer, she stole a glance at her. “Are you?”

Kate stared at Jake’s back. “No,” she said. “I surely am not.”


At ten, Jake took Kate home in silence.

“Come down to the lake with me,” she said.

“I’m tired.”

“No, you’re not.” Kate could feel her temper rise. “You’re mad at me because of what Valerie did. That’s dumb. Come down to the lake with me.”

“No.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Good night.”

“Fine.” She got out of the car and slammed the door. “But I’m going. And when you find my poor drowned body in the morning, you’ll have no one but yourself to blame.”

She started down the path, and after a few moments she heard him behind her.

Damn right, she thought. I’ll teach you to sulk, buddy.

Kate kicked off her shoes and threw her hat on the shore, and then she pushed the boat into the water and climbed in. Jake caught the prow just as she picked up the oars.

“Where are you going?”

“The willow. I want to see it at night.”

He climbed in. “Give me the oars, or we’ll be out here all night.”

When they got there, Jake rested on the oars without tying the boat up. “How long do you need to look at the willow?”

“Not long.” She stood up in the boat and took off her vest.

“Oh, hell. Not now, Kate,” Jake said. “Sit down. You’re going to tip us over.”

“The thing is,” Kate said, ignoring him, “if I were a man I’d be straightforward about this and just say, ‘Jake, you’re being a real jerk about this because I am not and never have been either Valerie or Tiffany, and you have no right or reason to assume I ever will be.’”

She stripped off her tank top, and the motion made the boat rock a little.

“Very funny,” Jake said. “Sit down, damn it.” He reached up to pull her down and she stepped back, making the boat rock even more.

“Furthermore, you know as well as I do that Valerie had a point back there in the bar. You just don’t want to admit it. If I were a man, I’d point out that that makes you a duplicitous jerk.”

“Hey,” Jake said.

“But I’m not a man,” Kate continued. “I’m a woman. So instead of confronting you with the truth, I will manipulate you into a better mood by taking off my clothes and seducing you.”

She unzipped her skirt, pulled it up over her torso, and threw it in the bottom of the boat.

“Kate, it’s not going to work. I’m not in the mood.”

Then she stretched in the moonlight, dressed only in her black lace bra and bikini panties, and he gave up.

“That’s dangerous,” he said.

“Stretching in a boat?”

“That, too,” he said, and she knew she had him.

Kate grinned at him. “I knew you’d come around. We women always get our men by manipulation.” She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and started to pull it open, but then she stopped. “No,” she said virtuously. “This is wrong. It’s wrong to manipulate men, even if they are behaving like morons.” She hooked her bra again.

“Kate,” Jake began.

“No, I’m going to handle this the right way,” she said, her hands on her hips, looking down at him sternly, “The manly way. I’m just going to tell you frankly and honestly that you’re a jerk and make you row me back to shore.”

“Right,” Jake said, and grabbed her arm, jerking her down on top of him. The boat rocked wildly, and she shrieked and held on to him.

He ran his hands up her back. “You didn’t really want to go back to shore, did you?” he asked.

“Of course not,” Kate said. “I’m not the moron in this boat.” She relaxed as the boat stopped rocking and began to bite him on the earlobe.

“I’ve been wondering how you were going to kill me,” he said conversationally as she straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt. “The other guys got pushed over cliffs and kicked by horses. Me, you’re going to kill with sex.”

She moved down to unzip his jeans and pull them off, and he ran his hands along her sides as she balanced above him.

“Where do you get all this fancy underwear?” He ran his fingertips across the lace. “Do you belong to some kind of club?”

She bent to kiss his chest, and he unhooked her bra, pulling it down over her arms and then running his fingers lightly over her skin, cupping her breasts.

Kate eased away from him, her tongue moving slowly down across his stomach, feeling his muscles there tense under her lips.

“Kate?”

She dug her fingernails into his sides and moved her mouth between his legs, stroking her tongue across him and nibbling on his thighs. “Kate!” He laced his fingers in her hair as she took him in her mouth. She heard him gasp and felt his fingers tighten in her hair, and then she thought only of him, moving against her tongue, growing hard in her mouth. She forgot the moonlight and the lake and everything but Jake.

A few minutes later, she felt his hands reaching down to drag her, gasping, across his body.

“Oh, God, Kate,” he said, drawing a ragged breath.

“You still complaining?” she whispered.

“Me? No.” He pulled her pants down over her thighs and stroked her until she moaned. She pulled away from him and kicked her pants off, and then eased herself down onto him, straddling his body in the moonlight, crying out a little as he thrust up to meet her. She swayed, and he braced her hips with his hands to keep her erect so he could watch her, and she moved over him until the rocking of the boat against the water blended with the rocking of her against him.

“You’re silver in the moonlight.” He ran his hands across her skin. “I’m going to remember you forever like this. You’re burned in my brain.”

She looked down at him, and she swelled with so much heat and love for him that she was dizzy. I’m going to love him until I die, she thought Who have I been kidding? The hell with a plan. This is all there is.

“Come down here.” His hands were hard on her as he urged her down. “Come down to me before you lose control and hurt yourself.”

She shook her head. “I’m not ready yet.”

“Want to bet?” He shifted his hips, rolling against her, over and over until she gasped as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. He arched up to catch her as she fell against him, holding her tightly to him as the spasms took her, pulsing up into her to keep her moaning his name, until she was finally quiet in his arms.

Then, holding her hips against his, he rolled over and moved into her as if he were part of her, finding the rhythm of her blood, and she felt herself drowning again, felt the tension build and her muscles clench as he moved with deliberate slowness inside her. The pressure made her blood pound, and she moved to ease the need, only to burn with more. He slammed his hips against hers, moving faster and faster, plunging into her until she thought she’d break. “Don’t stop,” she cried, but he was beyond her voice now, and when she writhed under him as she came, he whispered her name and thrust hard into her one last time. From far away she heard a sharp crack, and then he moved against her again and shuddered in her arms, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him and held him as he fought for his breath.