“That was so much fun,” she admitted, chuckling again. “I had no idea you could dance like that.” “Neither did I,” he replied drolly, as he sped her back to her home. They were more than an hour late. To give Graham credit, he hadn’t called to complain yet. “Oh, come on. Tell the truth, now. You were a party animal in your youth, living it up in the city that never sleeps.” A reflective silence filled the sedan. “No, actually,” he refuted. Jillian slit her eyes and turned her head to admire his Mediterranean profile. “What were you like?” she asked, utterly drawn to who he was, both then and now. He sighed. “Studious,” he admitted. “Diligent. In high school I had dreams of going to college and graduate school, but—” He shrugged. “But what?” she pressed gently. “I got my girlfriend pregnant. So I married her.” Jillian regarded him in surprise. She’d assumed he’d married Teresa out of love, the way she’d married Gary. “You never told me that,”
