Penny made a mental note to thank the person who had the perfect timing to show up just when Carla was trying to figure out a way to make Penny take her to California. Is it so bad that I don’t really want anything else to do with my old life? she thought as she snatched open the door. Seeing Jason standing there answered her mental plea to the universe. Screw you, Penny. She couldn’t catch a break. He’d changed from the suit he’d worn to the funeral into a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved silk dress shirt. Standing there leaning against the doorway, he gave off a definite air of sexiness that made her want to kick herself for even noticing. Even surly and sulking, the man was fine. “Why are you back here?” was what she said. Why can’t things be different between us? was what she wouldn’t allow herself to think. It was too late for them. There was no sense dreaming things could be different. “Can I come in?” His square jaw and taut expression told her he wasn’t about to leave anytime soon.
