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.Nick looked amused again."That will be the day.You don't want me, remember? Or have things changed?" Without waiting for an answer, he smiled at her."I'm going to dry off.See ya.""Wait a second," she called, but he'd already turned his back on her.She kicked some water at him, but it fell woefully short, and she realized that for the second time in two days he'd walked away from her."Fine, dry off," she yelled."See if I care."He stopped about ten feet from her and laughed."Oh, you care all right.Finally, you care about something.I'd rather see you mad and spitting at me than the way you were when you left all those years ago, so cold and distant like a robot.Now, you're all." he paused, raking her body with his glance."Now, you're all woman again.God help me." He turned and strode up the beach."God help both of us," she muttered as she slowly followed him back to the blanket.* * *"Your husband?" Jeremy repeated, as he took Maggie by the shoulders."What are you talking about?""Never mind." Maggie tried to slip away from him, but his hands tightened around her arms."Don't you think it's time you told me the truth? You think your husband is having an affair with Serena, don't you?""Sort of." She took a breath."My husband died in a fire almost a year ago.""He died? I don't understand.You just said--""About two weeks ago, I received a letter from Serena.It made me suspicious of everything that had happened.I thought if I could just ask her how she knew him, I could let it all go."Jeremy pulled her over to the sofa so they could both sit down."Start at the beginning.If your husband is dead, why did you panic when I told you Serena was meeting a long lost friend in San Francisco?"Maggie felt foolish for even considering a confession.She would sound like an idiot."I -- forget it.I don't know why I reacted that way.""Yes, you do.Tell me.""I can't," she whispered.His expression turned serious."You can trust me.Crystal.Don't you know that yet?"Obviously she didn't, since she hadn't yet told him her name was Maggie.Still, it would be nice to tell someone, especially someone she would never see again.So what if he thought she was crazy? What did it matter?It mattered because she liked him, because he seemed interested in her.She hated to see all that disappear, and she knew it would when she told him what she really thought."Okay," Jeremy said."Let me guess.""You couldn't.""I've got a good imagination.Your husband died, and although you used to think he was faithful, now you think he was having an affair with Serena.And there's something else.Something that happened that's made you doubt other things about him, about your life together." He paused."Lastly, you suspect that he might still be alive.""You are good," she said with amazement."All that plotting experience," he said, settling back on the sofa.Maggie turned, suddenly eager to discuss her theory with him.Maybe he could make sense of it."Okay, what would you think if a man increased the terms of his life insurance policy two months before his death, made a large cash withdrawal only twenty-four hours before his death and then received a letter from a strange woman asking him if he was still planning to meet her as he'd promised?"Jeremy stared at her for a long moment, his eyes speculative, considering."I'd think something was going on.""Then you don't think I'm crazy?""No."Maggie couldn't help the sigh of relief."There's something else, Jeremy.They never found Keith's body.There was an explosion, a chemical fire deep within a lab.They found." She stumbled over the gruesome details, but knew she had to get them out."They found bits of bones and some teeth, fragments of Keith's shirt.But not a body.The firemen said the force of the explosion, the chemical makeup of the fire was so strong that the body was basically incinerated." She shook her head."I'm probably just grasping at straws.""Maybe you are," Jeremy took her hand in his."Maybe you want him to be alive so much you're imagining everything else.Did you love him?""Yes, very much.We were happy.At least I thought we were.After he died, I tried not to think about the money and everything, but then I got that letter from Serena, and I knew I had to find out the answer to at least one of my questions.""Makes sense to me.So, are you going to San Francisco?""I shouldn't.""That's not what I asked."She smiled."You already know the answer, don't you?""Want some company?"She looked into his eyes and saw the same look of desire she'd seen the day before."Why?"In reply, he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her.The warmth of his mouth, the persuasion of his lips, the seductive scent of his aftershave drew Maggie in like a moth to a flame.He was a stranger.His face was so different from Keith's, his skin rough and sexy, his lips demanding, his arms pressing her close to him.His body felt right -- yet wrong.His jeans pressed against her bare legs -- jeans, not a suit.The sensations hit her in waves as desire raced through her body.She liked the way Jeremy kissed her, the way his hands caressed her back, spreading across her waist until his fingertips glanced lightly against her breasts.She suddenly wanted him in her mouth, in her body, in a completely lustful, sexual way that shocked the hell out of her."Oh, God," she murmured, breaking away from him."What am I doing?" She jumped to her feet."I have to go.I have to." She didn't know what she had to do.She could barely remember her own name.Was it Crystal or was it Maggie? She put her hands to her face, feeling the heat in her cheeks."This is getting complicated."Jeremy stood up, desire darkening his eyes."It's simple really.I'm attracted to you.You're attracted to me.""But I'm married.""Are you?""I might be," she whispered, putting a hand to her mouth."Whatever happened, whether he's dead or he left you, he's still gone.You're still alone."Maggie took in a deep breath as his sharp words hit home."That was pretty blunt.You don't know anything about me, Jeremy.""Then tell me about you.Tell me on the way to San Francisco.""I can't go with you.""I won't hurt you.I won't even touch you again, not unless you ask me to.""That's the problem.I have a feeling I might ask you to," she said with complete honesty.He smiled."You're a lousy flirt.""I haven't had a lot of practice." 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