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know how you are.’
    Lucy gulped. ‘I…I’m fine.’ She was grateful that the darkness disguised the flush in her face, but it took a moment to remember to add, ‘Thanks.’ And, a frantic breath later, ‘How about you, Will?’
    ‘Not bad.’ He gave her another smile and the skin around his eyes crinkled, then he shoved his hands into his jeans’ pockets and stood in front of her with his long legs comfortably apart, shoulders wide. So tall and big he made her shiver.
    She managed to ask, ‘Are you still working in Mongolia?’
    ‘Actually, no.’ There was a slight pause and the tiniesthint of an edgy chuckle. ‘I was there long enough. Decided it’s time for a change, so I’m going to look around for somewhere new.’
    The news didn’t surprise Lucy but, after so many years, she’d finally got used to Will’s absence. When he was safely overseas she could almost forget about him. Almost.
    Without quite meeting her gaze, Will said, ‘Gina tells me you’ve bought a house.’
    Lucy nodded. ‘I bought the old Finnegan place at the end of Wicker Lane.’ She shot him a rueful smile. ‘It’s a renovator’s delight.’
    ‘Sounds like a challenge.’
    ‘A huge one.’
    He lifted his gaze to meet hers and a glimmer of amusement lingered in his eyes. ‘You were always one for a challenge.’
    Lucy wasn’t quite sure what Will meant by this. He might have been referring to the way she’d worked hard at her studies during their long ago friendship at university. Or it could have been a direct reference to the fact that she’d once been engaged to his chick-magnet older brother.
    She tried to sound nonchalant. ‘I haven’t managed many renovations on the house yet. But at least there’s plenty of room for my surgery and a nice big yard for the dogs.’
    ‘How many dogs do you have now?’
    She blinked with surprise at his unexpected question. ‘Just the two still.’
    ‘Seamus and Harry.’
    ‘That’s right.’
    A small silence ticked by and Lucy felt awkward. She knew that if she’d met any other old friend from her schooldays she would have offered an invitation to come back toher place. They could have shared a simple meal—probably pasta and a salad—eating in the kitchen, which she had at least partially renovated.
    They could open a bottle of wine, catch up on old times, gossip about everything that had happened in the intervening years.
    But her history with this man was too complicated. To start with, she’d never been able to completely snuff out the torch she carried for him, but that wasn’t her only worry. Eight years ago, she’d made the terrible mistake of getting involved with his brother.
    This was not the time, however, on the eve of Mattie and Jake’s wedding, to rehash that sad episode.
    From the darkness in the tree-lined creek behind the church a curlew’s mournful cry drifted across the night and, almost as if it was a signal, Will took a step back. ‘Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.’
    ‘I dare say you won’t be able to avoid it.’
    Heavens, why had she said that? It sounded churlish. To make up for the gaffe, Lucy said quickly before he could leave, ‘I’m so happy for Mattie. Jake seems like a really nice guy.’
    ‘He’s terrific,’ Will agreed. ‘And I’ll have to hand it to Mattie. She succeeded in winning him when many others have failed.’
    ‘Jake obviously adores her.’
    ‘Oh, yeah, he’s totally smitten.’ Will looked suddenly uncomfortable and his shoulders lifted in an awkward shrug.
    Lucy suspected this conversation was getting sticky for both of them.
    ‘It’s getting late,’ she said gently. ‘You’d better go. Your mother will have dinner waiting.’
    He chuckled. ‘That sounds like something from the dim dark ages when we were at high school.’
    ‘Sorry,’ she said, but he had already turned and was walking towards the truck.
    He opened the squeaky door, then turned again and they both exchanged a brief wave before they