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reached out and put his hand on her arm to stop her from stepping around him. “I knew I was going to have to face you eventually. And I knew you’d be angry. Rightfully so.”
    She pulled her arm from his gentle grip. “We’ll have to see each other from time to time. I don’t want it to be as uncomfortable as this, so at some point, we will have to deal with things. But I’m not ready for that right now. Okay?”
    “Okay.” He followed her to the door and reached for her coat just as she did.
    “I’ve got it.” She slipped her arms into the sleeves but didn’t bother buttoning it. “I’ve got it, John,” she stated again, much more firmly as he stepped toward the door to open it for her.
    He slid his hands into his pockets and gave her a weak smile as she walked by him. “Good night.”
    Her only response was to slam the door.
    The kitchen door swung open and Suzanna happily sang, “Come and get it.” She stopped and looked around the room. “She left, didn’t she?”
    John sighed and looked at the door again. No matter how poorly Suzanna’s plan had been executed, at least the hard part was over. He’d come face to face with Meg. Now he just had to figure out how to get her to forgive him.

Chapter Three
    As much as she loved her sister, Meg wished Suzanna would stop meddling in her life. Just because Suzanna and Steven were happily married didn’t mean Suzanna had to push so hard for Meg to be as well.
    Meg insisted repeatedly that she was perfectly happy. Perfectly content with her quiet evenings and weekends hanging out with what was left of her single friends. Which, if she admitted it, wasn’t as much fun as it used to be, but she hadn’t admitted that and damn Suzanna to hell for seeing through her.
    Meg cursed when her mind wandered yet again. She hadn’t been able to sleep after leaving Suzanna’s in a huff. She kept replaying old memories of John over and over in her mind. Then she’d pictured his face as he tried to apologize over and over in her mind.
    Why did he still have to look so good? And why did she have to land in his arms? Feel his embrace? Smell his cologne?
    She’d almost have rather landed square on her tush than have fallen against his muscular chest. While it had been horrible feeling his arms around her—and she was determined that it had been horrible—it would have been worse to have his first image of her in four years be her sitting on the ground with a bruised ass and ego.
    Her phone rang. It was the third time Suzanna had called this morning, and Meg refused to answer. She pushed a button to ignore the call and went back to not focusing on her work.
    She had houses on the market that weren’t moving. She needed to find out why and get them sold before her clients went to the competition. Her thoughts were again distracted, this time by a text message.
    Call me , Suzanna’s message demanded.
    Meg shook her head and turned her attention to her listings again. She very nearly was able to concentrate when the bell above the door jingled.
    “Damn it.” She pushed herself up and put a bright smile on her face as she stepped out into the lobby of her real estate office. The smile fell as soon as she saw John brushing snow off his shoulders.
    He gave her an uncertain smile. “I hear you’re the best real estate agent in town.”
    “Oh. And where did you hear this?”
    “My best friend’s wife. She’s quite the fan, apparently.”
    “Look, John—”
    “I’m looking for a three bedroom, two bath, finished basement—”
    “John.”
    “Big yard. I’ve spent the last four years in the city. I want to see green. And I’m thinking about getting a dog so I’d prefer if it were fenced.”
    “ Stop! ”
    He looked at her as if he were hurt that she didn’t want to play his stupid game, and her heart melted. He always could make her swoon with just a glance.
    She pulled her puddle of a heart back and put a wall up to protect it. “There are two other