“Want some chocolate?” she asked. “I’m starving.”

Without waiting, she got up, unlocked the door that apparently connected their rooms—Jack had hardly noticed it—and came back a second later with a Hershey bar. With almonds, no less. She plunked herself down next to him and unwrapped the candy bar. “I brought a stash. Don’t tell on me, or they’ll make me do sit-ups or something.” She broke the bar in half and handed him his chunk.

He took a bite of the chocolate. Hadn’t had one of these in a long time. “So why did you say yes to this wedding, Emmaline?” he asked. Yes. Talk about something other than him.

She shrugged. “Stupid pride. Morbid curiosity, too.” She took a bite of the Hershey bar. Her half was bigger, and it made him like her more for some reason. “You know. Is your ex really over you? Are you really over him?” She shot him a glance. “You must know what that’s like.”

“Not really.”

“Does it bother you, having Hadley back in town?”

He finished his half (his third, really). “I’d rather she wasn’t, but she is.”

“Does she want to get back together?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Think you’ll give her a chance?”

“No. Would you give Kevin another chance?” he asked.

She finished her candy bar and licked the wrapper, and Jack felt a jolt straight to his groin.

“I probably would,” she said. “The Kevin I fell in love with would be worth a second chance, blah blah, who cares.” She was quiet a second. “But he’s New Kevin now. I guess people change. Right?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did Hadley?”

Maybe it was the dim light and the late hour or the intimacy of sharing a candy bar, or just to think about something else, but Jack found himself answering. “She probably didn’t,” he said. “But I saw what I wanted to see.”

“Men are stupid that way,” Emmaline concurred, and, much to his surprise, he laughed.

“How are women stupid, then?”

“They go to their ex-fiancé’s wedding, hoping for something that will probably never happen.”

“And what would you like to happen? For him to leave the trainer and beg you to take him back?”

“That’s fun to picture,” she admitted. “But no. I guess just some kind of...apology, maybe?” She blushed.

Funny. She wasn’t bothered by him lying on top of her or the fact that he was indeed na**d as a frog under the covers, or the fact that he’d been thrashing around breaking things. But she blushed admitting all she wanted was a simple “I’m sorry.”

“What does he have to be sorry for?” Jack asked.

She wadded up the candy wrapper and tossed it neatly into the wastebasket. “Three pointer.” Another shrug. “I don’t know. Nothing. The comment in People, maybe.”

“What comment in People?”

“God, Jack, with three sisters, I figured you’d be up on town gossip.”

“They’re white noise as far as I’m concerned.”

Another blush. “He said I was unsupportive.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, I wasn’t unsupportive, Jack! I was supportive! I was 1950s girdle supportive.”

“I’m getting that you were very supportive,” he said, biting down on a smile. “Supportive of what, again?”

“God. You’re a terrible date. Of him losing 150 pounds.”

“Really. Well, good for him. So it changed him, did it?”

“Yeah. Old Kevin was pretty fantastic. New Kevin is a self-obsessed idiot.” She gave him an assessing, coplike look, one he recognized from Levi. “You okay now?”

Jack felt his smile turn to wood. “I’m fine. Thank you. Sorry I woke you.”

She shrugged. “I was awake anyway.” She stood up. “Hope you sleep better the rest of the night, Jack.”

“I’d walk you to the door, except I’m na**d as a frog.”

She smiled over her shoulder and unlocked the door that connected their rooms. “Call me if you need me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact and not unfriendly.

She didn’t lock the door behind her.

Jack considered that.

It had been a long time since he’d slept with a woman.

Emmaline smelled nice. She didn’t talk too much. She didn’t ask those stupid date questions, like what was his ideal evening and did he see himself with kids in five years. She didn’t seem to be assessing him for genetic potential of her future children, and she hadn’t flirted with him once. She didn’t ask questions about the accident.

Him being na**d as a frog hadn’t had any effect on her.

She was simply...nice. Well, no, that wasn’t the right word.

She was easy to be with. She was honest. He liked the edge she had to her and the tolerant affection she had for her family, so clear and yet meted out with eye rolls and snarky comments.

She smelled good.

She had a spectacular ass.

Her upper lip was a little fuller than her bottom lip, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss her.

And if he had her in bed with him, he’d have something to think about other than the Deiner kid.

CHAPTER NINE

EMMALINE DECIDED TO embrace her California roots the next morning and go for a run on the beach trail.

It was early. She was still on East Coast time, and she figured she’d be safe. Also, running had always been her thing. She wasn’t fast and she didn’t go terribly far, but there was something about the simple action of running—you didn’t have to be good at it to have it work. That and a kickboxing class kept her in shape for her job. If she stopped eating like a college football player, she’d probably slim down a bit. Be a size eight, maybe. But the time she’d spent with Kevin when he was losing weight had made her hate dieting in all its forms. Besides, Ben & Jerry’s would fold without her.

Em had never really had an issue with her figure. Overall, she liked how she looked. She was tall and big-boned and strong.

But around people like Naomi, she felt grotesque. Colleen O’Rourke was also gorgeous and slim and perfect, but there was a difference. Every time Emmaline had ever seen Naomi, she was in some sort of pose that emphasized her perfectly muscled arms or flat stomach. Colleen, by comparison, was normal. Also, Naomi wanted people to feel crappy about how they looked. It was her job to prey on people and make them think they needed her to direct their every move.

Sure had worked on Kevin.

Kevin, who had once told Emmaline that every morning when he woke up next to her, he wondered what he’d done to get so lucky.

“Snap out of it, Neal,” she said to herself. She pulled on her running shorts, sports bra and Body by Ben & Jerry’s T-shirt, then pulled on her Nikes and headed out.

No one else was around. The hot yoga people were not in sight, thank you, baby Jesus. A bleary-eyed waiter gave her a perfunctory smile as he set out a tea station. Dang. That’s right. No caffeine. Hard to believe people paid money to stay here.

That being said, it was beautiful. Em ran down the trail toward the Pacific. Coreopsis was in bloom in bright yellow clumps amid the silvery sagebrush, cheerful little beacons in the semigloom.