covering yourself in tulle and fluff. Go for it.”
Skye grinned, then hurried back to the dressing room. Seconds later two salespeople went scurrying into the back, no doubt to drag out a dozen or so dresses for her to try on.
Dana set down her herbal tea and stood. While she wanted her friend to be happy, the afternoon already seemed endless. She wasn’t sure she could sit through more of the fashion show.
She headed outside, then stood on the sidewalk, under the awning, as a light misting rain chilled her. Izzy came out after her.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Yeah. I just needed some air.”
Izzy’s eyes darkened with concern. “Want to talk about it?”
The fact that it had been a week since Dana had gone back with Garth? A week of sleeping in a separate room, which he apparently didn’t notice because he hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t tried to change her mind. Not that he was ever home, she thought grimly. She’d barely seen him. She knew he was avoiding her, what she didn’t know was why.
Was he missing Fawn? Did he regret breaking up with her? Was he angry with himself? With Dana? Or was he just busy at the office? She couldn’t bring herself to ask him. Mostly because she was afraid of the answer.
“Dana?”
She looked at her friend. “Sorry. I’m not feeling well.”
“Flu sick or man sick?”
Dana shook her head. “Tell me the difference.”
“That bad?”
“It’s not bad, it’s just…confusing.”
Izzy touched her arm. “Lexi told me about what happened at that party. With Fawn and all.”
Dana wasn’t surprised. Lexi had been worried about her. She didn’t mind Izzy knowing, even if she disliked being the object of concern. Or worse, pity.
“He has a past,” she said firmly. “We all have pasts, right? His happens to be a little more complicated than most. It happens to have a problem with stealing, but what does that matter?”
“Are you afraid he’s still in love with her?”
Trust Izzy to cut to the heart of the matter, Dana thought. “Maybe,” she admitted.
“Because he’s important to you.”
“I don’t want him to be. I tell myself he’s just a guy. No better or worse than the others.”
“Garth is many things, but he’s not just a guy.”
That’s what terrified Dana the most. That he was different. So different that she couldn’t protect herself from him. What if he hurt her and she couldn’t ever recover?
Dana drew in a breath. “She was so beautiful. Seriously, alien beautiful. As if she wasn’t completely human. I’ll never be that. I’ll never be anything like her.”
“Do you want to be?” Izzy asked.
“No. But then I think I should wear makeup or dress better or cook. It’s horrible. I’m turning into someone weak.”
“Wanting to please someone isn’t a sign of weakness-it’s a sign of caring.”
“I’m not changing my life for a man,” Dana snapped.
“No one’s asking you to.”
“I know.” She sighed. “It’s me. The voices in my head saying I should nest and bond. What if I want to buy an apron? It’ll be the death of hope.”
Izzy grinned. “You’ll never want to buy an apron.”
“I want to buy eye shadow.”
“You want to be pretty. You want Garth to think you’re pretty.”
All true, but still hard for her to hear. “I can’t be who I am with him.”
“Sure you can. Maybe you’ll even figure out who you were supposed to be, if you hadn’t spent so much time trying to make sure no one hurts you.”
“Ouch.”
Izzy’s humor faded. “You know I love you.”
“So that’s your excuse for playing hardball?”
“It’s okay to care about Garth.”
“No, it’s not. Caring means being vulnerable.” It meant opening herself up and risking everything. She glanced back at the etched glass door. “Tell Skye I had to go, okay?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she stepped into the rain and hurried toward her truck.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DANA RODE THE ELEVATOR UP to the penthouse, then unlocked the door. Before she’d put her purse on the table in the entryway, she knew she wasn’t alone. Someone else was in the condo.
Silently, she pulled out her handgun, then eased the door closed behind her. She moved toward the hall, using the wall as cover. Deep breaths kept any apprehension at bay, while adrenaline sharpened her senses. Was it Jed? Or had he sent someone else?
“Dana?”
Garth’s voice surprised her. She frowned at her watch. It was barely two in the afternoon. She shoved her gun into her purse and walked toward the living room. He stood by the window, facing the room.
“You’re home early,” she said. “Is everything all right?”
“No.”
With the light behind him, it was difficult to see his face or read his expression. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not that she usually could.
“What happened?” she asked. “Is it Jed?”
“It’s not Jed.”
There was something strange about his voice. The tone was off, or maybe it was more the clipped way he formed the words. Uneasiness swept through her, making her stomach hurt.
She took a step toward him, then stopped. If she’d been someone else, she would have admitted he was scaring her. Not in a dangerous way but in an “I don’t want to hear this” way.
“How long are you going to be mad at me?” he asked. “It’s been a week and you’re still pissed. Tell me how to fix that.”
She blinked at him. He thought
“I was giving you space.”
“For what?”
“To work out your feelings. You were mad.”
She’d never been mad-not in the way he meant. She’d been hurt. Not that she would tell him that.
“I was upset,” she admitted. A nice, neutral word. Not much risk there. “You asked me to come back, then you disappeared. I didn’t know what to think.”
He swore and moved toward her. When he stepped away from the window, she saw the concern in his eyes and maybe a little worry.
“I know this is complicated,” he growled as he approached. “We’re dealing with Jed and all he’s doing. You’re here against your will. There are-”
She put her hand on his arm. “I’m not here against my will.”
“You didn’t like the idea of moving in.”
“Maybe, but that’s very different than saying it’s against my will.”
His dark gaze locked with hers. “So you want to be here?”
Oh, God. Why did he have to ask that?
