“She never tried to influence me in either direction on those things. She let me make my own decisions.” Ean faced her once more.
“That sounds like Doreen.”
“I can’t tell her what to do, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Fair enough.” Megan finished her tea and set the mug on the coaster. Ean seemed a million miles away. “Why did Ramona leave New York?”
“I don’t know.” He didn’t seem interested in the reason, either.
“Could you tell that she wasn’t happy there?”
Ean returned to sit beside her. “Ramona had spent her whole life in Trinity Falls, so I knew New York would be an adjustment.”
“You adjusted.”
“The transition wasn’t as hard for me. Remember, I went to college in D.C., then law school in New York. Ramona went to Trinity Falls University.”
Megan still wasn’t buying that. “But she didn’t stay in New York for even a year.”
“I was surprised, too.”
Megan regarded him in silence for a moment. “Did the two of you have a fight?”
Ean’s olive gaze was steady on hers. “I wasn’t unfaithful, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I told you, I know you’re not a cheater.”
“Most women think all men cheat.”
“I’m not most women,
and you’re not all men.”
Ean rewarded her with his sexiest smile, the one that creased his dimples and sparkled in his eyes. “Thank you.” He leaned forward.
Megan caught her breath and met him halfway. “You’re welcome.” She breathed the words against his lips.
Their mouths touched, at first testing and teasing each other. Megan slid her hands up Ean’s arms toward his shoulders. She felt his muscles, enjoying their strength and power. She paused to linger over the shape and hardness of his biceps. Megan shifted closer to him and deepened their kiss. Ean tightened his arms around her. Megan sighed into his mouth. This was where she wanted to be. Forever.
Then she realized the buzzing in her head wasn’t blood rushing through her veins or her pulse galloping in her ears. It was her front doorbell. She opened her eyes and pulled away from her lover’s embrace.
Ean caught her. “Where . . . ?”
“Someone’s at the door.” Megan stood.
She smiled at the obscenity Ean bit off as he followed her into the next room. “Who the hell is it?”
Megan blinked a few times in the brighter light of the foyer. She stood on tiptoe to check the peephole. “It’s Leo.”
“What’s he doing here?” Ean asked the question that came to Megan’s mind. There was a hint of concern in his voice.
Megan unlocked the door. She stepped back, bumping into Ean as she pulled it open. “Hi, Leo. Is something wrong?”
Leonard stepped into her foyer. His gaze went briefly to Ean before returning to Megan. “Yes, there is.”
“What is it?” Megan locked her front door, trying but failing to ignore her unease.
“Is it my mother?” Ean’s question was sharp.