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the morning just because neither could sleep. She’d miss the airiness of the house and the way the summer breeze kept the space cool on the hottest days.
    A smile crept across her lips. She’d miss their friendship and the sex the most. Damn, he satisfied her like no other. But she needed to move on if she wanted her own life.
    She blew out a long breath.
    Despite the long odds, she’d managed to score the job of the century as the personal photographer for acclaimed science fiction novelist Rusty Fontana and his wife, former movie actress Jojo Morris. Maybe immersing herself in her work would make the sting of leaving more bearable. Cade acted like nothing had changed.
    It’s time to move on.
    In a whisper, she spoke more to herself than anyone else. “Cade, I’m sorry I can’t be enough for you.”
    Why did the man seem to need multiple partners and oodles of sex? He claimed to love her and only her about three years ago. But then she’d caught him with the tramp. He claimed he never cheated, yet she wasn’t convinced. I can’t love a woman who doesn’t trust me. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. His words cut deep.
    “No more tears. I’ll give you your space.” No matter how much I still care.
    With a rueful sigh, she placed the pizza boxes side by side on the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cade’s wallet flopped open in its usual place by his keys. When she went to close it, pieces of paper and a photograph fluttered onto the countertop. She picked up the contents, but the image in the picture stopped her in her tracks—her in the nude. “My picture.”
    The edges of the photograph were fuzzy and bent. Creases marred the corners. She glanced around the room and strained to listen for Cade and Rhett. She stared at her sultry smile. He carried her picture all this time? On impulse, she flipped the picture over. The words, written in his stiff, linear scrawl read My Girl .
    Footsteps on the carpet signalled someone’s approach. Melanie slipped the image back into his wallet and shoved it by his keys. When Rhett appeared around the corner, his eyes lit up and a smile twitched on his lips.
    “Melanie, were you snooping?”
    She crinkled her nose. “Maybe, but not intentionally.”
    “That’s not what I saw, but I won’t tell.” He held up one finger and peeked into the stairwell. “Since I have you alone, I need to tell you something.”
    “I won’t sleep with you.”
    “ Touché , and I didn’t ask for sex. But get serious with me for a sec.”
    “What?”
    “What if I told you Cade carries a picture—your picture with him everywhere?”
    With a hand over her mouth, she snorted. “I’d say you were lying or it’s because I’m his friend. Unless it’s the nudie one in his wallet, then I’d say it’s so he can jerk off.”
    Rhett drummed his thumbs on the countertop. “You’re probably right on all accounts, but what if I told you he loved you? Would you believe me?”
    “As much as I want to, I’m not sure.” Her heart thundered. Maybe she and Cade needed to have a talk, if she could get him alone in a room without her libido getting in the way. “He’s been so evasive. I don’t know what to think.”
    When Rhett opened his mouth, his phone rang in his pocket. His brows knotted together. “I just got home and turned this thing back on. Who the hell’s calling me?” He pressed buttons to answer the call. “It’s Anthony. I better take this.” He put his hand over the mouthpiece. “We’ll talk later. I have more to say.”
    Before she could reply, Rhett strolled from the room. As she opened the pizza boxes, her mind lingered on Rhett’s words. Cade loved her? It didn’t seem possible. He came on to Ginnifer, for crying out loud. Her gaze slipped to Cade’s wallet. Her picture went wherever he went. Based on the frayed edges, she’d bet he did look at it. But looking and gazing in awe were two totally different actions.
    Melanie tapped the side of