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now, Bram knew, but he didn’t know how to make things clearer to her except to be brutally honest and up-front.
    He slid the glass door closed.
    â€œYou were his friend,” she said, not looking at him but knowing he’d followed her out. “His best friend.”
    Bram replied quietly, “I loved David like a brother. That doesn’t make what he did right.”
    â€œHe told me once that . . .” Her voice broke and she hesitated, then cleared her throat. “He told me you felt sorry for him.”
    Bram went to her side and leaned back on the railing. He could see her face but made a point of not looking directly at her. Though he knew David had probably slanted that sentiment, making it sound like he blamed Lucy, Bram admitted, “I did.”
    She jerked as if he’d struck her, then gave a humorless laugh. “Well, you weren’t alone. Everyone felt sorry for him. But what about me? I was the one who caught him in bed with that woman. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?”
    â€œYes.” Bram knew damn good and well exactly how she’d felt. He’d watched her closely every time he’d seen her after that, and he’d read the strain, the embarrassment and hurt, on her delicate features. It had made him sick with the need to retaliate in her defense. But he hadn’t. He’d done his damnedest to stay impartial incase the marriage had succeeded. He’d loved them both too much to get in their way.
    But the marriage had crumbled anyway. By the time David had realized all he was throwing away, there’d been no helping him. Thank God the car crash that had taken him hadn’t involved anyone else.
    Bram had grieved and suffered guilt and helped Lucy and the kids in every way he could.
    And now it was finally his turn.
    â€œYou felt defeated,” Bram told her. “You were betrayed and lied to, and it hurt. You gave up on your marriage and you threw him out. That took guts, Lucy. And I was so damn proud of you.”
    When she looked at him, not understanding, Bram added, “I felt sorry for David because the dumb son of a bitch had given up the best thing he was likely ever to find in this world, all for a quick fuck with a woman not worth the effort.”
    Lucy trembled, her eyes direct on his face. “You knew her?”
    Softly, intently, he said, “I knew she wasn’t you.”
    She turned away again and paced the length of the patio, stopping at a new perch a good distance away from him. Bram smiled. He had her on the run, but here, at the isolated summer house, she could only go so far. And never out of his reach.
    â€œWhat are you really doing here, Bram?”
    His heart raced as he stared at her slender back, bared by the halter top. His muscles tightened in anticipation and his cock felt full to bursting. “I’m here,” he murmured quietly, honestly, “because you want sex, and I’m damn well going to be the only man to give it to you.”
    He saw her shoulders stiffen the tiniest bit, her back expand as she drew in a sharp breath. She didn’t face him when she asked, “Why?”
    â€œWhy what?”
    â€œWhy would you want to . . .” Lucy gestured with her right hand, but there were no words to accompany her thoughts.
    â€œWhy would I want to make love to you?” He stepped toward her, slowly, letting her feel his approach, letting her awareness of him grow to a razor-sharp edge. Sweat trickled down his temples from the suffocating heat. His heart pounded, sounding loud in his ears.
    He came close enough that the heat of his body mingled with the heat of the sun to envelop her, to wrap her up in his scent. “Why do I want you naked and under me?” he growled. “Why do I want to be the man to give you what you haven’t had in four impossibly long years?”
    â€œYes.” Her hands curled into fists, tighter and tighter. She jerked