Why the hell couldn’t Nate have left well enough alone? Why couldn’t she? Dammit, no matter how much she still found him attractive as hell, she wasn’t going to put her heart on the line again. Before Nate left all those years ago, she’d thought she had nothing vested in their relationship. She’d been wrong. A few days of missing him made her realize what she’d lost. Then, the rumors had started, and she’d transferred the sadness in her heart to anger, pure and simple. She’d been trying to forget him for the last eight years, and now that huge elephant was back in the room--her bedroom--whether she liked it or not. Quite simply, he stole her rational thought. She’d never even asked why he hadn’t kept in touch. The question would have exposed her weakness more than she liked. A simple call or e-mail would have completely negated the misconception she’d been living with, but he hadn’t had the courtesy to extend so small a gesture. If his inaction didn’t show how he’d truly felt about her back then, then nothing did.
