As mad as she was at him for kissing her, she was more mad at herself for kissing him back. His mouth had touched hers and every thought in her head had scattered. For that brief moment, she had let herself give in, let herself be held and had been ambushed by the memory of the day she had left Whirlwind. He hadn’t liked her going to medical college, but he had driven her in the buggy to Abilene to catch the train. They had spent the night together for the last time and the feel of his hands and his mouth on her—all over her—was a memory she had never been able to bury. He had seen her off the next morning with the promise that they would always be together. Hah. That promise hadn’t lasted three months. She had been pregnant then. She hadn’t known it, but Matt believed she had. He had cornered her in the cemetery for the sole purpose of getting her to admit it. She still hurt over that so she understood the pain, the betrayal in his blue eyes when he learned about the baby’s marker.
