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  So be it, she thought. Friends is what he’d said and friends is what they were going to be. But she couldn’t help the anger that rose in her. Was there someone else in his life? Had he decided that a small town girl wasn’t good enough for him? Or was it that he just couldn’t see her as anything but a child?

  Whatever it was, she didn’t like it one little bit.

  “You mind if I make a phone call?” she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster. It looked like in her case, the old adage about a woman scorned was true.

  “No, go ahead. You want some privacy?”

  “No, it’ll just take a moment. I’m sure he’s working.”

  “He?”

  “Dave, my boyfriend.”

  Travis nearly choked on the bite he’d just taken. “Boyfriend?”

  Kim started to speak, but then Dave answered.

  “Hey, babe, what’s up?” he asked.

  Kim held the phone away from her ear so Dave’s voice could be heard. “I was wondering if you had any ideas about what to pack for this weekend. Is this B&B formal? Should I take a long dress?”

  “I don’t know,” Dave said. “You found the place, but I can tell you that I’m not taking my tux. I have to wear it too often at work. Hey! Why don’t we solve the dilemma by having dinner in bed every night?”

  Kim was smiling as she looked at Travis. His eyes were wide, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I thought breakfast in bed was more usual.” Her voice was low, sexy—the same one she’d heard Travis use with women. Women other than her.

  “How about if we compromise and do them both in bed?” Dave’s voice was low.

  “What in the world would we do for lunch?” she asked innocently.

  “You’re the creative one, so I’ll let you figure that out. I gotta go. We’re loading the truck for a dinner party. See you Friday at two. And Kim?”

  “Yes?”

  “Don’t pack anything to wear at night.”

  Laughing, she hung up, put her phone away, then took a long sip of her drink.

  Travis was staring at her. He hadn’t moved a muscle since she opened her phone. “Boyfriend?” he said at last, his voice close to a whisper.

  “Yes. What’s wrong? Don’t you like your sandwich? We could get something else. You want me to call the waitress?”

  “The food is fine. Since when do you have a boyfriend?”

  “Dave and I have been together for six months now.” She smiled at him. “I think it’s serious.”

  “Serious as in how?”

  She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “The usual. Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I’m just surprised is all. I didn’t realize there was someone . . . important in your life.”

  “Please tell me that you didn’t assume that since I live in a small town that I was . . . What? Waiting for some big city man to come and rescue me? Not quite.”

  “Actually,” he said, “I thought maybe the wedding going on when I arrived was yours.”

  If Kim had had any doubts that their relationship was only friendship, it vanished with that statement. He didn’t seem bothered that he’d thought she was about to get married. But why should he? They hardly knew each other, and he’d made it clear that in three weeks he was leaving. “So what about you? Anyone special in your life?”

  “I don’t know . . .” he said. It hadn’t occurred to him that Kim had a boyfriend, certainly not one that she called “serious.”

  “You don’t know if there’s a woman in your life? If there is and you two need wedding rings, I can design and make them for you. Are you ready to go?”

  “Sure,” Travis said, but he hadn’t recovered from the blow. He didn’t know what he’d imagined, but Kim talking of meals in bed with another man hadn’t been part of it.

  He put money on the table and walked out of the diner behind Kim. A pretty young woman smiled at him, but Travis paid no attention to her.

  Kim got behind the wheel of her car. “I have work to do at home,” she said, her voice cool.

  “Have I made you angry?”

  “Of course not. What would I be angry about?” She wanted to yell at him. He flirted with other women but looked at her as though she were his sister—or an eight-year-old girl.

  She took a deep breath and when she let it out, she released her anger. It wasn’t fair of her to be angry because he wasn’t attracted to her. How many times had men come on to her but she’d shot them down? At least once a week some man came into her shop and let her know that he was available. Sometimes his wife would be standing three feet away.

  You really can’t control sexual attraction, she thought. You either felt it or you didn’t. She’d thought she felt it coming from Travis, but it looked like she was wrong. He’d been very clear that he wanted and needed friendship, so that’s what she was going to give him.

  “How serious are you with this man?”

  Think of him as a girlfriend, Kim thought. Don’t look at him, don’t get pulled in by the smoldering good looks of him. He’s a buddy, a friend, and nothing else.

  “I think it may be permanent,” she said. “Carla giggles every time she mentions this weekend, and one of my best rings is missing from the case. A big sapphire. I can’t find the receipt and when I asked her about it she said . . . I don’t remember her excuse, but the register receipt isn’t there.”

  “You don’t seem worried that this Carla could have stolen it. I guess that means you think this guy is going to give you one of your own rings. As an engagement ring?”

  “Maybe,” Kim said.

  “What was it about a B&B?”

  “My cousin Luke’s wife, Jocelyn, has been doing the genealogy of the seven founding families of Edilean, but there’s a gap in the Aldredge family. A female ancestor of mine went to a place called Janes Creek, Maryland, in the 1890s and came back pregnant. Joce wants to try to find who the father was. But she has two little kids, so she asked me to go up there and see what I could find out.”

  “And this man is going with you?”

  “Yes,” Kim said. “Dave owns a catering company and weekends are his busiest time. He’s had to pay his employees a lot to cover for him this coming weekend.”

  “That he’s taking off and that a ring and its sales receipt are missing is what makes you think he’s going to . . . What? Ask you to marry him?”

  Kim could again feel anger rising in her, but she stamped it down. She pulled into her driveway, turned off the engine, and looked at him. “There is also the fact that Dave is mad about me. We spend every day he’s off work together. We call each other. We talk about our future together.”

  “Future? What does that mean?”

  “Travis, I really don’t like this inquisition. I agreed to help you with your mother and I will, but I’d just as soon keep my private life to myself.” She got out and went into the house.

  Travis stayed in the car, too stunned to move. Kim was about to accept a marriage proposal from some man who ran a catering company! How could he have ever been so wrong about a person? He’d thought that she was, well, interested in him!

  He flipped open his phone and punched the button to reach Penny. As soon as she answered he said, “I need to know about a man named Dave, don’t know his last name. Lives in a city around Edilean, owns a food catering company. He’s registered for this weekend at a B&B in Janes Creek, Maryland. I want to know everything about him, and I mean everything.”

  “Should I cancel the B&B?” Penny asked.

  “Yes! No. Book me a connecting room. And fill up all the other rooms. In fact, fill up all the rooms in the entire town.”

  “Any choice of guests? Leslie has been calling.”

  For a moment Travis thought of inviting her. He didn’t know whether he was angry at Kim or jealous or . . . well, hurt. Whatever he was feeling, he didn’t think Leslie’s presence would help.

  “She’d probably love Miss Aldredge’s jewelry store,” Penny sa