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Shea gaped at Will as he threw back his head and laughed, a soft rumble as appealing as his low voice. Annoyed both at him and at herself for noticing he had a likeable laugh, she snapped, "There's nothing funny about you having broken my sister's heart."

He held up a hand. "Whoa. I'm laughing because you've got it wrong. Jessie and I went out a couple times in high school, but I didn't break her heart. That's not my style. I can't believe she'd say that."

Shea thought back to what Jessie had told her. Because Shea was three years older than both Will and her sister, she'd heard about the romance via telephone while at Ohio State. She didn't precisely recall Jessie mentioning a broken heart, but she remembered the aftermath almost to the word.

He was dating Rachel until Sally found out. Would you believe they're mad at each other and not at him?

You should have seen the blonde he brought to the prom. She looked like she'd come straight from Hugh Hefner's mansion.

He's going to Michigan State on a football scholarship. Somebody should warn the coeds that he plays at more than football.

"Seems to me I heard Jessie got married," Will said. "She's living in Dayton, right?" "That's right," Shea said. Jessie had met her future husband during her first year in college. They'd been happily married for the past four years; her sister hadn't mentioned Will Sandusky in maybe twice that long.

"When you talk to her, tell her I said hello," Will said.

She nodded before she walked up the stairs, squashing an urge to smooth her skirt against the backs of her legs. Will Sandusky didn't have to peer up skirts to get a look at female flesh. She was sure plenty of women bared themselves voluntarily. Despite his denial about breaking hearts, he'd been a player in high school who'd had years to perfect his craft.

"There are three bedrooms up here," he said when he joined her on the second floor. "But if you don't mind my saying, it seems like an awful lot of house for one person."

"I don't mind you saying," she said evasively. She entered the first room, careful to clear the doorway by a wide margin so Will's body wouldn't make contact with hers. From its size, it was obviously the master bedroom. She wandered through the room, stopping at the window to admire the view. Beyond the spacious backyard, a row of evergreens made her think of Christmas.

"What happened to you, Shea?" Will asked softly from behind her. "Where have you been all these years?"

She swallowed. "New York City."

"Oh, yeah? Doing what?"

"Public relations," she said. "I was director at an all-service firm in downtown Manhattan."

"And now you're moving back to McIntosh for good?"

"That's right. I'm going to do consulting work from home."

"Let me be the first to welcome you back." He moved closer and his voice lowered. "Let me take you out to dinner, celebrate your return."

Surprised that she was tempted to accept, she stiffened her resolve. "That's not a good idea."

"Why not?" He traced the line of her jaw with a fingertip.

She stepped out of touching range. "I haven't told you why I need such a big house.”

That made him pause. "Why?"

She pressed her lips together. She hadn't meant to tell anyone the reason before informing her family, but these were special circumstances.

"The house isn't only for me." She put her ringless hand on her still-flat stomach, then said the one truth designed to send him running for the McIntosh hills. "I'm moving back to McIntosh because I'm having a baby."