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the ground. Rachel didn't have anything to say and Dylan didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe that Gary had killed himself. It made no sense whatsoever. The insurance company had to be wrong. There was no other explanation. But...
    Gary had been stressed, tired during the weeks before his death. He'd been working hard, traveling a lot, but he certainly hadn't been suicidal. Still, he'd gone to Lake Tahoe alone, for reasons he hadn't shared with Dylan, and that in itself was odd.
    "You're doing it, too," Rachel said as the elevator came to a halt.
    "Doing what?" He held open the door for her.
    "Going over those last few days in your head."
    "I think it's a mistake, Rachel. I honestly do." They walked out to the street; dusk was settling over the city. "Where's your car?"
    She pointed to a white minivan. "Shall I follow you, or do you want to give me directions?"
    "You can follow me." He tipped his head toward the silver Mercedes parked across the street.
    She raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Not bad. I always pictured you in a truck for some reason."
    "Well, as long as you didn't picture me with a beer gut hanging over my belt and the infamous butt crack when I squat down, I'll still feel good about my profession."
    A smile blossomed across her face. "It was never that bad."
    "Thank God." He paused. "Okay, then. I'll wait for you to turn around."
    "Okay."
    Rachel pulled the corners of her smile back as she walked to her car. There were moments in time when she forgot the sadness, when a smile broke through her tight lips. But then she'd feel guilty that she'd forgotten her pain, if only for a second. Some things, some people, should never be forgotten, and Gary was one of them. Dylan was, too, unfortunately.
    The two men were as different as night and day, Gary with his golden-blond looks, Dylan with his midnight-black eyes, Gary with his sunny disposition, Dylan with his dark moods.
    Dylan . Today her faded memories had been washed in bright, beautiful color, and the shadowy figure in her mind had become vibrant and real and distinctly unsettling.
    As she got into her car, she told herself it was the circumstances that bothered her, not the man. There was too much at stake to allow a momentary indiscretion from a long time ago to get in the way of what she needed to do. Dylan had probably forgotten all about it. Chalked it up as no big deal. He probably didn't even realize she'd been avoiding him all these years.
    It had been easy not to see each other. She lived two hours away. When Gary was home on the weekends, he was with her family, her friends. Dylan had rarely invaded that space.
    Gary had always told her that Dylan felt more comfortable in the city, and she'd accepted that explanation.
    Whether or not it was true didn't matter. And whether or not Dylan made her uncomfortable didn't matter. What did matter was that Dylan had been Gary's best friend for more than twenty years. If anyone could help her figure out what had been going on in Gary's mind the last day of his life, it was Dylan.
    Rachel started the engine and pulled out behind Dylan's car. It seemed ironically fitting that their vehicles so perfectly represented their lives, Dylan in his fast, big-city, successful guy Mercedes and she in her practical-mom minivan. The minivan was exactly what she needed to drive Wesley and his friends around, but she couldn't help admiring the sleek lines of the car in front of her.
    Within minutes, Dylan pulled up in front of a four-story apartment building in Pacific Heights. He waved her into a driveway, for which she was incredibly grateful, since she was reluctant to park on the steep hill.
    When she got out of the car, she was dazzled by the view, the shimmering blue waters of the San Francisco Bay turning silver in the moonlight, and the gleaming lights of the Golden Gate Bridge brightening the darkening sky. She was more comfortable with wide-open spaces and endless quiet, but there was a beauty here that she