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was all about? Help me to understand what I’ve done to set her off. I want—”
    Cindy popped her head through the door. “Lee, Mrs. Anderson and her Doberman are waiting in room four. And, boy is she in a mood.”
    “Who? The Doberman or Mrs. Anderson?”
    “Both,” Cindy responded, with a sympathetic smile.
    Lee shook his head; maybe it was his day to deal with upset females.
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    Megan was murmuring to herself as she drove away.
    “Of all the nerve! I can’t believe that man. Do I have ‘gullible idiot’ stamped on my forehead or something?” she ranted, as she gained speed. “What? Am I a married man magnet or something?”
    Unwanted thoughts of Trevor filled her mind. The images danced painfully before her; his dark good looks, his taking her to dinner, Trevor’s hand on the small of her back as they walked into a room, him smiling down at her with intense brown eyes— eyes that look right into your soul and lie without batting an eyelash. She could, almost , smell the musky scent of his cologne, which lingered even after he was gone. She could still feel his betrayal, although it had been nearly two years.
    A honking horn jolted Megan into the present and she jerked her vehicle out of the way of an oncoming truck. Angrily, she wiped at the tears sliding down her face. Trevor Raines had run over her, just as surely as that truck had nearly run her over. Only, he had not left behind a broken body; he had left a broken heart and a crumbled spirit. She’d loved two men unconditionally and they’d both betrayed her. She wouldn’t be giving the third a chance. With determination she pushed her thoughts aside and focused on driving. The twists and turns of the mountain roads could be perilous enough without the added danger of distractions.
    As soon as Megan got to the cabin, she hit the shower. Afterward, her body felt better, cleaner, but her mind and emotions were another story.
    “Is there anything that can wash away the guilt I carry from the relationship with Trevor?” she asked herself.
    So far she’d found nothing.
    Releasing an exasperated sigh, Megan plopped down on the couch in the living room, which seemed strangely empty without Sir’s large body sprawled nearby.
    What in the world made men think they could have their cake and eat it too? Like Trevor. Like her dad.
    Her mind immediately drifted to the memory of a conversation she overheard when she was eight years old between her mother and a friend.
    “What about this woman he’s seeing? Am I just supposed to ignore that? Well, I won’t…I can’t.” Helen told her friend Susan.
    “It’s a passing thing, my dear, a mere distraction. Remember, it’s you and Megan he comes home to each night.”
    “Hardly.” Helen snorted.
    “Is he aware you know about her?”
    “How could he be? I’ve suspected for some time, but I’ve only been certain since this morning.”
    “What will you do?” Susan asked.
    Helen began crying again and Megan had to strain to hear her.
    “Confront him, I guess. Oh, Susan, I don’t know...she’s young, tall, blonde and beautiful. How can I compete with that?”
    “You may not be twenty-three, but you are not minced meat, darling. You are a very attractive and young looking thirty-five-year-old.”
    “What can he be thinking? Sleeping with his secretary—a woman seventeen years his junior?” Helen exclaimed.
    Susan responded knowingly. “Haven’t you ever heard of a mid-life crisis? Men go through it all the time. It makes them feel young again. It’s what men do.”
    Helen sniffled and blew her nose again. “For pity’s sake, Susan, how long do es a crisis last?”
    Megan shook her head at the memory. Her parent’s marriage survived the crisis for only three years after that.
    Was Trevor having a crisis? And Lee?
    It seemed to Megan that the women were the ones with the crises. They were the ones left with broken hearts and broken trust.
    She plumped the pillow roughly, while uttering a