He blocked her path, his body a formidable obstruction. "Dammit, answer me."

She looked up at him. The sun silhouetted his body and glinted off his dark hair, giving him a dangerous edge that belied the incredible tenderness and confusion etched on his features. This was the Grey only she saw. Sensitive, gentle and infinitely caring. This was the Grey she wanted to spend her life with…except he didn't believe in happily-ever-afters.

"I love you, Grey," she whispered, giving in to the urge to touch his cheek. The dark and rough stubble lining his jaw pricked her fingers, but she welcomed the bristly texture. "How can I love someone so much and think of our time together as a waste? I regret how things ended-"

He caught her wrist and pulled her close enough to press her hand to his chest. "No one says it has to end," he said gruffly.

"I do." Her smile was shaky at best. The heartbeat beneath her palm kicked into a higher drive. "You can't give me what I need. You're not even willing to try."

His jaw hardened, along with his eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

The impossible, she thought. "I want you to love me."

"How can I give you something that doesn't exist for me?" He let go of her hand and rubbed the muscles at the back of his neck. "Hell, Mariah, I don't even know what love is."

That thought saddened her. How could she make him understand something he'd obviously had no experience with? An emotion she'd been surrounded by her entire life and had taken for granted?

She explained it in the most simplistic terms she could. "Love is caring, and sharing, and wanting to be with the other person so much it hurts when you're apart."

"I'm hurting, Mariah, more than I've hurt in my entire life." The truth of that statement reflected in his eyes. "And I care."

They were missing one important element. "But you don't share. You don't share what's deep inside you."

He cringed, silently admitting the truth. "Would it make a difference if I did?"

She had to think carefully about her answer, because she didn't want to lie to him or give him false hopes about them. "I honestly don't know if it would make a difference now, but maybe then I'd understand why you say you don't believe in love, and why the word marriage makes you pale."

He offered no explanation, just stared at her, waging some kind of internal battle she didn't understand. He wanted to share, she could see the anguish in his eyes, but he'd closed himself off for so long he didn't know how to express his feelings. And maybe he didn't want to dredge up all the ugliness seemingly attached to those emotions.

She couldn't force any of it out of him, and she couldn't continue on in a one-sided relationship. This time when she walked away, he didn't stop her.


"Are you about ready to wrap it up, John?" Mariah stood in the arched entryway leading into Grey's formal dining room. She watched as the hired photographer shot pictures of the room, richly furnished in mahogany, burgundy and green accents and plush cream-colored carpeting that ran throughout the entire house.

"Another half an hour ought to do it," he said, loading a fresh roll of film into his camera. "I still need to finish up in here, and I want a couple of shots of the sunken living room."

"Okay." She backed out of the room to give John the privacy he required while working. She trusted his judgment and choice of shots; he'd always given Casual Elegance his best.

Pausing in the marbled foyer, Mariah glanced at the gold watch on her wrist and noted the time. She wanted to be out of Grey's house by five and hopefully avoid him in the process. It was three-thirty, and by the time John finished the shoot and packed up his paraphernalia, it would probably be about four-thirty. Grey didn't usually leave work any earlier than six, and when she'd picked up the house key from Jeanie that morning, his secretary had told her he'd be in a meeting for most of the afternoon.

She hadn't seen Grey in over a week, since their "jog" together. She'd spoken to him on the phone to set up a day and time to take pictures of his house, and had managed to keep her call short and strictly business, despite his attempts to steer their conversation to more intimate topics.

The flowers and gifts had stopped, mainly because she'd flat out refused any deliveries. Although Mariah had gone through a few other breakups in her life, she'd never experienced such heartache and sense of loss. She wondered if the pain would ever go away.

Sighing, she wandered into the sunken living room. It boasted a huge circular brick fire pit in the center, surrounded by a casual but very expensive couch and end tables that had cost a small fortune. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a custom-made pool and deck area, and a landscaped backyard with plenty of room for children to run free. Beyond the yard, Grey had a gorgeous view of the ocean. Down the hall at the far end of the house was Grey's office, a spacious room with a fireplace and built-in bookcases covering one wall. The furnishings were dark, the decor a masculine combination of burnished gold and green.

Bored and restless, Mariah climbed the spiral staircase to the second landing, which she'd avoided all afternoon. She knew the size, shape and design of each room, having been in the house numerous times during its building stage, and then to complete the interior decorating and furnishings. For some reason, today she didn't want to face the intimacy of those rooms and the visions she'd had for one bedroom in particular. She'd put so much of her heart and soul into this house because Grey had encouraged her to, and she'd foolishly believed that someday they might share it. Unfortunately she and Grey had two different concepts of sharing: living together versus marriage.

There were only three rooms on the upper level, a master bedroom, a guest bedroom and a workout room. Avoiding Grey's bedroom, she headed left down the hall and peeked into the room at the far end. A weight set, stationary bike and various pieces of workout equipment dominated the room. An elaborate stereo system had been added, the speakers mounted on the wall in two corners. It was easy to imagine Grey in here, working out before heading to the office in the morning.

Shutting the door on his private gym, she entered the second room and immediately envisioned something different from how it was currently furnished. Instead of a queen-size canopied bed and armoire, she imagined a white-washed crib with a musical mobile and a matching dresser and rocking chair by the window seat. While searching wallpaper samples for this room she'd discovered a whimsical border in soft pastel colors, the design a carousel of plump, adorable zoo animals that would have matched the imagined nursery perfectly. A nursery for her and Grey's children.

A rush of emotion filled her with lost hope. There would be no babies for her and Grey, no days at the park as a family, and no nights in his arms as his lover. That dream had been shattered weeks ago, yet she couldn't let it go, no matter how hard she tried.

She wanted to believe that Grey could love her, that he could cherish her the way her father cherished her mother. That he'd give her babies and love them as much as she would. But he was hurt and scarred by something painful, memories she didn't understand, secrets he refused to share.

"What's the matter? Don't you like the room?"

Mariah visibly jumped and spun around to face the man lounging casually in the doorway, his hands thrust into his khaki slacks. Her gauze skirt floated around her legs, and the bright matching bangles she'd borrowed from Jade jingled on her wrist.

She hadn't expected him home so early. She should have guessed he'd surprise her this way. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't sneak up on me."

A lopsided smile graced his lips. "I jogged up the steps and cleared my throat and that didn't seem to get your attention. I've been standing here for at least three minutes watching you, waiting for you to snap out of your trance."

"I wasn't in a trance," she said, smoothing a strand of hair away from her cheek. "Just deep in thought."

He looked as though he wanted to laugh, but held his humor in check. "There's a difference?"

She lifted her chin. "Yes."

"Then what had you so deep in thought?"

She couldn't bear to witness how her maternal thoughts would make him shudder. She kept her silly dreams tucked away. "The house looks absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks to your expertise." He moved into the room and looked around as if seeing it for the first time. Then he looked at her. "You're everywhere, you do know that, don't you?"

She found it difficult to breathe when he was so near, her every breath filled with the warm, earthy scent of him. "What do you mean?"

"Everywhere I look I see you." His intense gaze held hers like twin magnets. "The wallpaper, the couches, the dining set, this canopied bed. We picked everything out together."

He was doing it again, twisting her heart into one big knot of wanting and need. She valiantly fought the feeling. "I presented you with the choices and you made the final decision, Grey."

"Not on everything," he said softly, his voice stroking her senses like a physical caress. "Just my office. All the other rooms I went with your suggestions."

She hadn't known. The thought both pleased and bothered her. "Do you regret it?"

His smile was a little sad. Reaching out, he gently rubbed the back of his knuckles over her silky cheek. "I only regret that you're not here to share it with me."

She took a step back, dislodging his tender touch. "Grey-"

"I've never been so lonely before," he went on, admitting more than she ever thought him capable of. "I come home from work expecting you to greet me with your wonderful smile, but it never happens. I swear I hear your voice, your laughter, that's how badly I want you here. The last months of the house being built, that's all I thought about, you and me here together. I've never thought of another woman being in my life the way I want you in mine."