She pressed her palms to the door panels as if that would keep her guilt outside. Guilt for so quickly saying good-night to Jack and leaving his car.On her past visits to Flagman’s Folly, she had gone out with Kayla and Sam’s ranch foreman for coffee or dessert. Though she liked the man, she didn’t want to encourage him and had made it clear that she was in a committed relationship with Mark. Or so she had thought at the time.She and Jack met casually—that was all.Before she had left the house, Ryan had suggested they do that, too.As if.When Jack had driven up to the house, she had noted all the dark windows. No lights shone from the living room or from Ryan’s room upstairs. Now she could see the kitchen at the far end of the hall was dark, too.But halfway down that hall, a light burned in her office—a lamp she had turned off before leaving the room for the day. No question about who had turned it back on and who had to be in the office now.The question was, why was he in her office?She made her way down the hall and stopped in the doorway.
