His pose got me thinking and I asked, “So what kind of person were you in high school?” I glanced at him before resuming my copying. “I’m imagining you to be the guy in the back of class who was always smarting off to the teacher.”

Kade raised an eyebrow. “I’m hurt,” he said, pretending to take offense. “I was a model student.”

I stopped copying and just looked at him until he cracked.

“Okay, that might not be precisely true,” he amended.

“Shocker,” I teased. “You were that guy the girls whispered about, the one who never followed the rules, which only made you more exciting and dangerous. How many teenage hearts did you break, Kade?”

He laughed lightly. “I think your imagination of me is much more interesting than reality.”

Somehow I doubted it.

“And you were the good, quiet, shy girl,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “Always sat in the second row. Not the front—that would attract too much attention. Made good grades, but not like the cutthroat genius types who loaded up on honors classes. Went to the homecoming football game, but not the dance. Never had a curfew because you didn’t need one, because you weren’t the rebellious kind.”

I smiled a little at his perceptiveness. Spot-on so far.

“Your mom was your best friend,” he continued, leaning over his desk toward me as his voice grew quieter. “And you couldn’t stand to be in the same house, the same town, all alone without your parents, which is why you did something so utterly out of character as to sell the house you grew up in and move away from the only home you’d ever known.”

I wasn’t smiling now. It was no secret to me why I’d left home the way I had, but it was jarring to hear Kade spell it out like that and to realize… he knew. He knew exactly how it felt to be alone and lose everything that meant anything to you.

My wide eyes were locked on his and he frowned at whatever he saw in mine. His next words were barely more than a murmur.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

My breath froze in my chest and I felt the blood leave my face in a rush. How? How could he possibly know?

I was saved by the professor entering the room to start class. I could barely concentrate on what was said, though—Kade’s too-close-to-home psychoanalysis had me rattled. Not to mention his comment about what I wasn’t telling him. Kade had always been able to see through my lies. How was I going to keep the secret?

“What class is this again?” Kade whispered in my ear. His warm breath fanned across my skin and I instinctively jerked away, his proximity reminding me too much of when he’d been even closer in Vegas.

He gave me a what-the-hell-is-the-matter-with-you look as I stammered back, “Um… Criminal psychology.”

“This guy is full of shit,” Kade snorted.

The girl I’d borrowed the notes from glanced back at us with a frown.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed at Kade.

“Are you listening to this guy?” Kade asked, making somewhat of an effort to be quieter.

I hadn’t really, no. My mind was occupied with other things. But apparently the question was rhetorical because Kade kept talking.

“All this crap about why criminals do what they do—it’s all bullshit. The whole my-daddy-hit-me-therefore-it’s-okay-if-I-abuse-little-kids or I-get-depressed-sometimes-so-let’s-kill-some-people.”

“Then how do you explain it?” I asked. If Kade had personal insight as to why people did bad things, I certainly wanted to know.

Kade looked at me. “Some people are born bad, and that’s just the way it is.”

I remembered what he’d said about himself while he was drunk in Vegas. We weren’t talking about your average bad guy. We were talking about Kade.

“Or maybe,” I said, “some people just think they’re born bad, but that’s not who they are. Not really.”

“And you think you can tell the difference?”

The way Kade had touched me, made love to me, told me he loved me—all of it went through my mind. “Yes,” I replied with absolute certainty.

Kade’s eyes studied mine before he at last looked back toward the still-speaking professor. “You’re delusional,” he muttered.

I hid a smile at his disgruntlement. I didn’t care what he persisted in believing about himself, I just wanted to make sure he knew I refused to think that of him.

Kade refrained from making any further comments on the course material and soon we were heading back to his car. He slipped his sunglasses on and I caught myself taking way too many covert glances at him as we walked.

It was so strange—the intimacy we’d shared made me want to walk closer to him, touch his arm or shoulder, but I couldn’t. It started to hurt when I thought about it too much, so I made a conscious effort to push the memory aside, forcing myself to put a little more space between us and to stop looking at him. As far as he knew, yes, we’d had a brief interlude in Vegas, but he’d decided to end things between us permanently, even our friendship.

I had to remember that part and forget the rest.

He held the car door for me and I slid inside. When he got in the driver’s side, I said, “I need to go by the bridal shop. My fitting for Clarice’s wedding is today.”

He winced as though I’d asked him to donate a kidney. “How long will that take?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe an hour? You can drop me off and come back if you want.”

“Like that’s not a recipe for disaster,” he quipped.

“So how long are you going to be on bodyguard duty?” How much longer did I have with him before he was gone for good?

“Until there’s no longer a threat,” he replied. “I’ll check around, see if there’s a contract out on you.”

“Contract?” I squeaked. That sounded very… Godfather. It wasn’t like I was a mob boss or something.

Kade’s mouth twitched into a sly smile. “Relax. If there is, I’ll find out about it.”

And I believed him. I knew, without a doubt, that Kade would find a way to keep me safe.

I gave him directions to the little bridal boutique where Clarice had bought her gown and ordered the bridesmaid dresses. He parked and followed me to the door.

I stiffened my spine and took a deep breath before entering the store. I hadn’t gotten a chance to shop for my wedding gown before Blane had broken the engagement. In retrospect, I was glad. A nonrefundable deposit would have been wasted if I’d found the dress I wanted, not to mention that I hadn’t particularly wanted to have the image of my wedding gown in my head when it turned out I wasn’t getting married.

The boutique wasn’t busy this afternoon. Kade and I were the only customers, and I gave the saleslady my name and Clarice’s. She went in the back to get the dress and seamstress.

Kade looked decidedly uncomfortable, and I couldn’t help a little smile. He was most certainly out of his element, surrounded by mannequins dressed in billowing clouds of white satin and lace. The boutique had plush rose-colored carpet and flower arrangements advertising the florist next door were displayed throughout the shop, perfuming the air with their delicate scent.

“You really don’t have to stay,” I offered again, taking pity on him.

He was looking around, eyeing the wedding gowns as though they were going to gang up and attack him, and his gaze swung to meet mine. He cleared this throat. “I go where you go,” he said simply.

I gave a little sigh, then the saleslady returned and we followed her to the dressing rooms. Kade perched carefully on a delicate-looking chair upholstered in pink velvet. I hid a grin and disappeared into a changing room to try on the dress.

Clarice had great taste and I loved the dress she’d chosen. It was strapless, the hem ending a couple of inches above my knees, and was the palest of pinks. A delicate ruffle ran from the neckline to the hem on one side, and a filmy length of sheer black organza tied around my waist and hung down the other. It was beautiful and very feminine.

I walked out to stand on the dais in front of a three-way mirror so the seamstress could check the alterations she’d made. I’d had to go up a size to accommodate my chest, which had made the rest of the dress too big. Now it fit perfectly and the seamstress agreed. She and I had a quick discussion about when they would steam the dress for pickup, then she was called to the front of the store.

I turned toward Kade. “So?” I prompted. “What do you think?” He hadn’t said anything or even seemed to move much during my discussion with the seamstress, though I’d felt his eyes on me.

“It looks expensive,” he said.

Not the words I’d been hoping to hear. I shrugged, hiding my disappointment. I wasn’t searching for compliments, but a girl liked to hear she looked nice in a dress like this.

“It was, but they have a payment plan here, so…” I turned back to the mirror, admiring the dress. I thought it suited me and, thankfully, I had a tan. If it had been a winter wedding, the color would have washed me out completely. Idly, I twisted my hair into a makeshift updo, turning my face this way and that to see if my hair should be up or down for the wedding. Clarice had said she didn’t have a preference.

In the mirror’s reflection, I saw Kade stand. His expression was somewhat pained and I wondered if he’d had enough and was going to tell me he’d wait outside. To my surprise, he approached, not stopping until he stood behind me on the dais. His hands moved to rest gently on my shoulders, the touch sparking underneath my skin like electricity. I dropped my hair, my arms falling to my sides.

“What I meant to say,” he said in my ear, “is that you’re beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing, and that dress makes me wish I had another man’s soul.”