race of her heart and the kick of her breathing.
Sally made herself a coffee and then sat down at the kitchen table, her hands coiled round the hot mug.
Tom Hunter was still a dangerously attractive man.
But he had no place in her life any more.
She wasnât that careless with her heart.
* * *
Tom sat in his sisterâs kitchen, tapping long fingers on the table.
âSheâll be home in a minute, but I probably ought to warn you that youâre not flavour of the month,â Jack said mildly, opening two beers and handing one to his friend.
Tom drank from the bottle and then banged it down on the table. âDid you know Sally was back?â
Jack settled himself opposite, his feet on the table. âNo. If Bry wanted to keep it from you, sheâs hardly going to tell me, is she?â
âYouâre her husband.â
Jack grinned. âAnd you and I have been best mates since primary school, Tom. Takes more than a woman to come between us, even if that woman is your sister.â
Tom sighed and rubbed long fingers over his aching temples. âI wish someone had warned me.â
âWhy?â Jack took a slug of beer. âI thought you werenât interested in her anyway.â
Tom reached for his beer. Heâd thought that, too.
But seeing her again had unsettled him more than he would have thought possible.
Being on the receiving end of her cool indifference had made him feel as though heâd lost something special.
At that moment the kitchen door flew open and Bryony stalked into the room, her whole manner confrontational.
Tom rose to his feet, his own gaze equally accusing. Ordinarily they were as close as a brother and sister could be, but tonight they glared at each other like enemies.
âWhy didnât you tell me that she was coming back?â Tomâs voice was hard and Bryonyâs gaze was equally hard as she met her brotherâs eyes.
âAnd good evening to you, too, Tom.â She leaned forward and kissed Jack, her expression softening slightly. Then she straightened and shrugged out of her wool coat.
âYou should have told me she was coming back,â Tom snarled, and Bryony lifted an eyebrow, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous light in her brotherâs eyes.
âWhy? What reason did I have to believe you even cared? You ended it, remember?â
Colour touched Tomâs cheekbones and his jaw tightened. âThat is none of your business.â
âItâs my business when you expect me to help you smooth the path with her.â
âI canât change the past.â Tom sat back down in his chair and reached for his beer. âAnd Sally and I need tomove on. We canât do that if we donât have a conversation. We need to clear the air.â
âYou mean you need to make yourself feel OK about what you did.â
Tom tensed, realizing with a considerable amount of discomfort that she was right. His conscience was troubling him. And he had a feeling that a conversation wasnât going to cure his problem.
âI did what I thought was right at the time.â
âRight for her or right for you?â Bryony put her hands on her hips, her expression disapproving, and Jack frowned.
âBry, this really isnât our business.â
Bryony ignored him, her eyes still on her brother. âYou drove her away and now youâre expecting her to be pleased to see you again.â
âIâm not expecting that.â Tom cursed softly and ran a hand over the back of his neck. âAnd I didnât drive her away. She left.â
âBecause of you! Because you didnât want her and she couldnât live in this small community alongside a man whoâd rejected her. Do you know your problem?â Bryony glared at him. âYou just canât bear the fact that thereâs a woman in the world who doesnât think youâre Godâs answer to romance. You broke