He turned and cupped her face. “Dana, I wish...”
She smiled. “I know. I love you, Trevor.”
His breath caught in his throat. Had she really said those magic words? He’d never been happier in his life. “I love you, too. I love you so much I—”
She kissed him, cutting off his words. He pulled her close and they tumbled back onto the bed. They were kissing and touching, and suddenly they were both naked and he was stroking her belly, moving closer to that place he’d never been before.
He nuzzled her breasts, tasting them, tasting her, hoping she didn’t notice how much he was shaking. He’d experimented with girls before, but he’d never made love.
As he prepared to enter her, he asked, “Should I stop?”
She shook her head. “I love you.”
He drew in a shuddering breath and slowly entered her. The pressure was unbearable, as was the pleasure. He tried to hold back, to think of something else, but it was like trying to control the tide. One more thrust of his hips and he lost it.
When the spasms had faded, he looked at her. Dana touched his face. “I thought it would take longer.”
Typical Dana, who didn’t know enough to pretend to salvage his male ego. He kissed her fiercely. “Don’t ever change,” he told her. “I love you exactly as you are.”
She wrinkled her nose. “What does that have to do with anything?” She shifted against him.
Amazingly enough, he felt himself become aroused again. He started to move. “Let’s try that once more,” he said. “This time it will be longer.”
She pulled him close and kissed him. “I think I’d like that,” she murmured against his mouth.
*
On Monday Trevor got to school late. He’d had a dentist appointment and for once he hadn’t minded having his teeth cleaned. In fact, he figured he could have flown to school instead of driven. He’d never been so happy in his life.
Friday night had been magical. His only regret was that Dana had spent the rest of the weekend with her mother— some family obligation she hadn’t been able to get out of. But he would see her tonight.
He walked into school just in time for fourth period. He slid into his seat next to his best friend, Joel, who gave him a knowing wink. The two boys had hung out the previous afternoon and Trevor had confessed what had happened with Dana.
As his history teacher lectured on the precursors to Pearl Harbor, Trevor noticed he was getting more attention than usual.
Karl, a fellow football player and full-time jerk, leaned over and whispered, “I heard about you and Dana. Way to go.”
Trevor frowned. The comments continued when he left class. By lunch he realized the entire school knew. He was furious for both Dana and himself and concerned for her. While making love was seen as a rite of passage for males, females could easily be labeled sluts. He didn’t want anyone saying anything bad to Dana.
He searched for her through lunch, but never saw her or her friends. Finally, he cut his last class and drove to her apartment.
She was pale, her cheeks tearstained, her shoulders slumped as she answered the door. Her pain was so tangible he felt it cutting through him, too.
“Dana, what—”
She held up her hand to stop him from talking. “Don’t,” she said harshly, her voice cracking with sobs. “Just don’t. You got what you wanted. I almost understand that. What I don’t understand is how you could have told everyone.” Fresh tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
“I didn’t,” he said. “I swear.” He didn’t tell anyone. Except Joel. Joel, who had always watched Dana, had always made cracks about her. Trevor hadn’t thought about it one way or the other until that moment Had his friend wanted Dana for himself?
“Do you know what they’re saying about me?” she asked. “Do you know what they called me today?”
He was bleeding to death. He could feel the gaping hole in his chest. “Dana, listen to me. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“Liar.”
She said the single word with a finality that told him she’d already made up her mind.
“I never want to see you again,” she continued. “Don’t come over here or talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I’ll hate you forever. I swear I will.”
He’d tried everything. He’d written notes, spoken with her friends, called her daily. But he had nothing he could offer her as proof. Joel had denied everything, then taken Dana’s side, as if he, too, believed Trevor had been the one to spread the rumors. Trevor’s only relief had come the following fall, when he’d finally left for college.
Trevor reached for the beer on the table at his side and gave his head a quick shake, hoping to dislodge the memories. He knew better than to spend much time in the past It had a way of grabbing on to him and never letting go. Dana had thought their brief relationship meant nothing to him, yet she was the reason he’d completed his undergraduate degree in three years instead of four. At first he’d buried himself in his studies to forget. Eventually he got caught up in the process, until the work consumed him and became its own reward. And now she was back in his life.
He knew he hadn’t returned to Honeygrove because of her, yet he couldn’t be sorry she was around. He didn’t expect to pick things up where they’d left off, but he would like a chance to make things right. For reasons he didn’t want to explore, he would prefer that Dana not think of him as the bad guy. When that was resolved, he would make some effort in his personal life. It was time to find someone, and settle down. He wanted a loving relationship and a couple of kids. Goals most men found easy to accomplish, although he’d had a hell of a time making that happen.
All he wanted was someone to see him for who and what he was on the inside. Someone to care about him, to believe in him and the truth instead of the rumors.
He finished the beer and stood. If that didn’t happen, there was always work. He could bury himself in it just as he’d buried himself in his studies. It was one lesson he’d learned very well.
*
“We went dancing,” Sally said. “You know, that new club downtown? The one with the really cute D.J.?” She sighed rapturously and wrapped her arms around herself. “He held me close and I thought I was going to die.”
“You’re going to wish you had if you let yourself fall for him,” Melba intoned ominously. “I’m telling you, don’t go getting serious about Trevor MacAllister.”
Angie, a blond nurse pretty enough to make other women dislike her on sight, came up and joined the conversation. “Listen to Melba,” she said, and gave a slow, self-satisfied smile. “You might have had him Saturday night, Sally, but I had him all Sunday night, and I do mean all.” She gave a little wink, then walked over to the elevator and pushed the Down button.
Dana wished there were a means for her to gracefully escape from the conversation, but she was trapped between Sally and Melba, with no way to tell them she wasn’t interested in the object of their conversation. Worse, she was stuck waiting for him. He needed to talk about several changes in the current surgery schedule.
“Like I said, we went dancing,” Sally repeated, speaking loudly so that Angie could hear. She tucked a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear. “Some of us don’t believe in putting out on the first date. You know, some of us believe we’re worth more and have some class.”
Angie glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “Some of us got asked and some of us didn’t.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m so tired. I swear, I didn’t get but a couple hours’ sleep. I would blame him completely, but he kept telling me he was inspired.”
Dana gritted her teeth. She told herself she was annoyed at being kept waiting, then shook off the thought. No point in lying to herself. She knew better. She was cranky because she’d actually started to believe Trevor’s “I’m so alone” act. To think that she’d gone over and actually helped him unpack. He must have been laughing when she left. All that talk about his ex-wife and
how he’d found her with another man.
She clutched her clipboard and wished she could toss it across the room. To make matters worse, she’d truly felt sorry for Trevor. Like an idiot, she’d assumed he’d spent Saturday night in. After all, she’d heard his television playing until nearly nine at night
She turned to Sally. “I know that Trevor moved over the weekend,” she said. “He must have been busy unpacking. What time did he pick you up?”
Sally looked surprised that Dana had joined the conversation, but she answered quickly enough. “Late. The club doesn’t really get going until almost eleven.”
There went that theory. By ten Dana had been reading in bed. She wouldn’t have heard Trevor leaving the town house. Not that it was any of her business.
She knew that her irritation was fueled by the fact that she’d been so taken in by him, and had been feeling guilty for being slightly less than pleasant during their conversation. She’d seriously considered inviting him over for dinner on Sunday. Good thing she hadn’t.
Never again, she told herself. She would do her best to avoid the man like the wart scum he was. The next time she saw him, she would—
The elevator doors opened and Trevor stepped out. All conversation ceased as the four women turned their attention to him.
“There you are,” he said.
Dana blinked. He’d walked right past Angie and Sally with little more than a nod, but he was giving her one of his better smiles. That didn’t make sense. How could he ignore those other women? He’d dated them. According to Angie, he and the pretty nurse had done the wild thing through most of the night.
“Dr. MacAllister,” she said, ignoring the frenzy stirred up by her suddenly out-of-control hormones. Bad enough that he was a skirt chaser. Worse that her own body betrayed her by melting on command every time she saw him and he bestowed a smile on her. Why couldn’t she grow up? A crush at fifteen was excusable. A crush at her age made her look really stupid.
“I’m sorry about having to make changes,” he said, motioning for her to lead the way to her office.
She glanced back and saw the three nurses eyeing them. He still didn’t acknowledge any of them. How strange.
“The schedule is more flexible than usual this week,” she said. She entered her office and moved to sit behind her desk. Trevor took the chair across from her. He pulled a sheet of paper out of the front right pocket of his white coat.
She watched him as he read the sheet. “You look tired,” she said. “Rough night?”
The words popped out without warning. When he glanced at her, she was determined to bluff her way through and tried to smile casually. She wasn’t sure how it actually looked.
“I was up late unpacking,” he said.
“You didn’t have a date?” She heard the incredulity in her voice and wished she could call back the question.
“No. I stayed in. What about you? Anything fun over the weekend?”
Her social life was incredibly dismal, but he didn’t need to know that “I prefer to keep conversation strictly business.”
“I see.” Perfect eyebrows arched. “You were the one asking about my personal life.”
“I know. I apologize. For a moment I forgot myself.”
He leaned forward and rested his hands on her desk. “Forget away.”
Her brain screamed at her to watch out. Trevor was lethal when he flirted. She’d already suffered once at his hands and didn’t see any reason to do it a second time.
“This is none of my business,” she said slowly. “But I want to remind you that hospitals are notorious for gossip. While there’s no policy against staff members dating, it can create tension in the workplace. You might want to remind your dates that they should be discreet”
“My dates?” He studied her for a moment. “I see. How many did I have this past weekend?”
“Two that I heard about”
Hazel green eyes stared at a place over her left shoulder. His facial expression didn’t change, but suddenly she couldn’t read what he was thinking. It was as though an invisible screen had fallen to shield him.
He handed her the piece of paper. “These are my changes in the surgery schedule. If there’s a problem, I would appreciate you contacting my office.”
He was gone before she could say anything else. Dana was left staring after him, wondering why on earth she felt as if she’d disappointed him.
Chapter Four
“Who ordered this?” Lee Murphy asked as their waiter delivered a basket of steaming cheese garlic bread.
Dana shook her head. “Don’t look at me. I wouldn’t have ordered it, but I don’t mind helping everyone eat it.”
Katie Sheppard smiled. “You know they just bring it unless we tell them we don’t want any. It’s a tradition.”
“Calories,” Lee said, eyeing the basket, then grabbing a slice. “Unnecessary calories.”
“But if we didn’t actually order the food, the calories don’t really count,” Dana said.
Her two friends laughed. When the waiter reappeared, they gave him their order, then settled in for a chatty lunch. Dana sipped her diet soda and listened while Katie talked about her wedding plans. The affair would be simple, with only family and close friends.
“I’m not going to have a maid of honor,” Katie said, her brown eyes crinkling as she smiled. “I want the two, of you to be my attendants, though. Just like we promised in high school.”
Dana looked at Lee. “I can’t believe I’m about to get all teary.”
Lee grimaced. “Terrible, isn’t it? We should be annoyed because she broke the pact. Next thing you know we’ll be planning a wedding shower.”
Dana shrugged. “I was thinking about a brunch.”
“Me, too,” Lee admitted, then laughed. “We’re hopeless.”
Katie addressed them both. “So you’re really all right with this? I know we promised, but...” She smiled. “I can’t help it. I love him.”
“We understand,” Lee told her. “What’s a little promise among friends?”
Katie picked up a piece of garlic bread. “I feel badly about that. Really I do. Does it help to remind you two that I really meant it at the time?”
Lee touched Katie’s arm. “You don’t have to explain. Dana and I aren’t mad at you. Why would we be? You’ve found a wonderful man who loves you, and you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. We’d be pretty crummy friends to want to stand in the way.”
“She’s right,” Dana added. “Be happy, Katie. That’s what this time is all about.”
“Thank you.” Katie reached down and pulled a magazine out of her oversized purse. “I was hoping you’d say that So I brought a copy of a bridal magazine. There are a few dresses I think you’ll like.”
Lee and Dana groaned in unison. “Nothing with ruffles,” Lee said. “I mean that, Katie. No cute bows, no little capes on the shoulders and definitely no trains.”
Katie held up her hands in mock surrender. “That was never my plan. I was thinking more along the lines of simple and elegant.”
She opened the magazine and angled it toward Lee. Dana glanced at the picture, but found her attention drifting from the conversation of dress styles and colors. Not that she wasn’t interested in her friend’s wedding. She was still adjusting to the fact that Katie was marrying a doctor.
Years ago, after graduating from nursing school, the three lifelong friends had signed a pact swearing none of them would ever marry a doctor. They all had their reasons. Katie’s doctor father had always been available to everyone but his family. Lee’s father, also a doctor, had gotten Lee’s mother pregnant, then left her with an illegitimate baby. Dana’s father had also left She had watched her mother wasting her life, waiting for a man to come rescue her after her divorce. Her fantasy had always been to marry a doctor, and she’d refused to go out with several honest, decent men simply because they didn’t fit her preconceived notion of what she wanted.
Until a
few months ago, the three friends had kept their promise. Then Katie had gotten involved with her close friend Mike Brennan. Dana couldn’t blame her. Mike was one of the good guys and wildly in love with Katie. Marriage was the next obvious step in their relationship. Turning her back on a very special life of love would be as foolish as Dana’s mother’s insistence on holding out for a white knight, who never showed up.
But... Dana bit back a sigh. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but at times she was envious of her friend. She didn’t want to get involved with a doctor, but she did want to find someone she could care about Someone who would care back. Like most women, she wanted a family—including children and a husband. Focusing on her career hadn’t left her much opportunity to socialize. Maybe now that she’d received her promotion she could start taking care of her personal life.
“So what do you think?” Katie asked, turning the magazine so Dana could see the photograph of the bridesmaids’ dress.
The dark-green gown had a boat neck and long sleeves. The simple bodice set off the floor-length, tulip skirt.
“This part comes off,” Katie said, pointing to the skirt “See the knee-length panel underneath? It’s really a shorter skirt, so you can wear the dress again, to a party or something.” She chewed on her lower lip. “Do you like it?”
Dana glanced at Lee and nodded. Her Mend smiled. “We love it. No frills, no ruffles and no bows, which pleases me. But this is your wedding, Katie. Are you happy with it?”
“Yes. I looked when I went shopping for my dress, and I really like this one best We need to arrange a time to go order them.”
Before they could continue, their waiter returned with their food. All three had ordered grilled-chicken salads. Dana thought about all the lunches they’d shared since graduating from nursing school. By now they should have their own table at the restaurant Or at least a plaque on the wall, commemorating their patronage. The thought made her chuckle.
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