Man…this thing with Sean was such a mess.

She’d spent the last four days waiting for the phone to ring, if she was home, or checking her message light first thing as she came in the door. Naturally, when she’d decided he was never going to call, he did…only to drop this news flash that he was a big shot.

A big shot who evidently hadn’t had enough cash to spare for his father in spite of being on the Fortune 500 list. Which was just wrong. Granted, Mr. O’Banyon hadn’t starved, but things could have been a lot easier on him if he’d had a visiting nurse and if his medical bills had been covered.

Lizzie pictured the photograph of Sean she’d just seen. How he must have laughed at her. Thinking that he was a construction worker—

The phone started to ring in the living room, the cheerful chirping sound coming down the hall as if the noise were skipping.

The first ring she ignored. The second ring she ignored. On the third, she almost got up, but then she let the call dump into voice mail.

She didn’t care what he had to say.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she closed her eyes.

Three minutes of pulling the mummy routine and she was out in the living room, finding the phone. There was a message so she dialed into the system and held her breath.

Her mother’s voice was excited: “I have had a breakthrough with the clay! My fingers are singing! This is such a revelation, which…”

Lizzie closed her eyes and let the message roll on. After she deleted it and hung up, she stared at the phone and knew going back to bed was not an option.

She went to the couch, fired up her laptop again and logged into theBoston Globe ’s online classifieds site. Since she was not going to get some shut-eye anytime soon, she might as well focus on something that would help her.

Which stewing about Sean O’Banyon would definitely not.

Plus it was about time she got into her job search. She’d moonlighted every day this week so she would earn some extra cash, but as a result, she hadn’t been able to find time to apply for a new position.

Two hours later, she had her résumé updated and had made online submissions to four jobs: one down on the South Shore at Quincy Hospital’s ED and one each to Boston Medical Center, New England Medical Center and Brigham & Women’s.

Next she hit the apartment ads. Even if Sean wasn’t going to sell the house right away, she had to get out of here. There were just too many memories. And now too many complications.

She braced herself for what she’d find. She knew that the Boston real-estate market for rentals was tight right now because of all the college students returning for school in August. And it would probably make more sense to wait until she knew where she would be working, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to start looking this Sunday when there’d be some open houses scheduled.

Oh…man. Everything was so expensive compared to what she was paying now. Part of it was that Eddie had refused to raise her rent over the two years she’d been here. The other half was simply supply and demand coupled with inflation.

She put the laptop aside and stared out the bay window. With her job at the clinic ending tomorrow, she was relieved to have plenty of moonlighting work lined up. But that was not the way she wanted to live. Pulling night shifts on a regular basis really screwed up your life.

Besides, she had her sights set on bigger things than being a floor nurse. What she wanted to be, eventually, was her boss, Denisha Roberts. She wanted to run a clinic like the one in Roxbury, and to do that, she needed more education and some experience on the administration side of patient care.

Unfortunately, she had a feeling school was going to be delayed for a while.

She turned off the computer and the lights, then went over to the armchair in front of the big window. Sitting down, she curled her legs up under herself and let her head fall to the side. Through the slits in the blinds she saw the dark path of the road and the sidewalk’s ghostly glow and the bulky outlines of the houses across the street. As the night went on, occasionally a car would float by like a boat on a still river, its headlights flaring white then its brake lights glowing red.

Funny how losing a job made you look over your life and reassess things.

And the ending of a relationship did that, too, didn’t it?

Except, had she even had a relationship with Sean? Not really. Just a couple of days…Still, the effect was the same. In the quiet darkness, she found herself thinking back to her two earlier boyfriends. Neither one had come close to Sean for intensity. But then she couldn’t imagine many men did.

Just her luck.

Lizzie was still sitting in the chair a couple of hours later when a car pulled up in front of the house. The headlights went off, one of its doors slammed and a huge shadow of a man came up the walkway.

She got to her feet in disbelief and went to the blinds. Sean couldn’t possibly have come all the way up from New York. In the middle of the night. Could he?

Good…Lord, he had.

In the glow of the porch light, he looked totally out of place, more like he should be walking up to the door of a Park Avenue penthouse rather than a well-worn duplex in South Boston. He was wearing a beautifully tailored dark suit with a fancy black-and-peach–colored tie, and as he reached forward to put his key in the lock, a big fat gold watch gleamed on his wrist.

Lizzie stepped back from the window. Maybe he hadn’t come to see—

The knock on her door was a single, sharp rap.

His voice came through the panels. “Lizzie, I saw you at the blinds. I know you’re up. Can we talk?”

Holy hell, she wasn’t sure she was ready to see him. And even if she was, she felt as if she should throw on a dress and some heels before she opened her door. “It’s late.”

“I know.”

“I should go to bed. Maybe tomorrow.”

There was a brief silence. “I have to go back tomorrow morning.”

She frowned and glanced at the clock on her wall. “But it is tomorrow morning.”

“I realize that. I have to go back in three hours.”

“You came all the way up here for three hours?”

“Some things need to be said in person.”

Stunned, she walked over and opened the door. Wow…he seemed so much taller in the suit, even though the top of his head was no higher off the ground than before.

“You don’t look the same to me,” she murmured. And it wasn’t just because of his clothes.

“Can I come in?”

She stepped aside, and as he walked by, she looked him over. Even after having traveled five hundred miles, and in spite of the fact that it was now almost three in morning, he was as polished as the hood of a Ferrari.

But then maybe that was what expensive clothes got you. Perma-gleam.

As she closed the door, she resisted the urge to tug at her sweatshirt. Rearranging it wasn’t going to change the fact that she’d paid nineteen dollars for it at Target. And anyway, she liked the darned thing. It was soft and comfortable…which was evidently more than could be said for what Sean had on. While he paced around, he yanked his tie loose as if he were dying to take it off.

He stopped and faced her. They both spoke at once.

“Sean—”

“Lizzie—”

She shook her head. “You first.”

“No, what were you going to say?”

“Would you like something to drink?”

“I was wrong to think you were bilking my father. And I’m very sorry.”

Lizzie’s brows shot up. So much for social pleasantries and just as well. “I didn’t use him, Sean.”

“I know.” He went over to the Venetian blinds, fingered them apart and peered outside. “I just couldn’t figure out why you would be so close with him. Other than that.”

“He was kind to me and he needed help.” Censure creeped into her voice. “He had no one.”

“Indeed.” He dropped his hand and turned back to her. “Anyway, I’m honestly sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Boy, he looked tired. “You know, you really could have said this over the phone.”

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