Regrets
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This was another mistake. Ted knew it as soon as he left the restaurant. Fawn was skipping along beside him, yapping non stop, but all he could think about was Nancy and the way she had glared at him back there. There was anger in her blue eyes and something more…
Hurt.
Why would she be hurt? Did that mean she cared? Or had he done something stupid again?
Crap. He yanked at his shirt. Nancy was right. They had to talk.
Then the situation got more complicated.
Fawn’s cool hand slipped into his. Why? What? Ted looked down and frowned. “Fawn, I…”
“Just hold my hand, Ted.” Fawn’s lips narrowed into a thin line. “You’ve done it before.”
But before was before Nancy. “I can’t.” And he pulled his hand away.
Those lips turned down into a pout and Ted felt even more like a jerk. Geez, now he had hurt his friend also. Why couldn’t he have let his hand be? Holding hands meant nothing. What was his damage?
“Nancy…” he started to explain.
“She’s not right for you, Ted.”
“I love her, Fawn.” There was no sense hiding it from Fawn. From Nancy…
“She doesn’t trust you.”
Why wouldn’t she trust him? And “How do you know that?”
“She told me to stay away from you. She thinks I want you for myself.”
Fawn want him? “That is ridiculous.” They were friends. Fawn was like a sister.
“Is it?” Big brown eyes peeked up at him.
Fawn? What? And him? Ted picked up the pace. Oh, crap. This really was a mistake.
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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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