Remember When

Diana choked on her coffee.

She had already gathered that someone who lived in the general area had died, but since Cole seemed completely indifferent to the person's death, she didn't pursue the subject. Moreover, when Cal tried to return to the topic again, Cole said tersely, 'I do not want this subject discussed in front of Diana.'

Cole left right after breakfast to do a series of errands for Cal in town that he expected to take two hours at most, but he insisted that Diana stay with Cal. When he got up from the table, he rumpled her hair, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then walked forward, without letting go of her wrist. Laughing, Diana was hauled out of the house onto the porch, soundly kissed, then sent back inside.

Cal observed the little vignette with an expression that struck Diana as somber at best and disapproving at worst. Feeling a little hurt and a little self-conscious, she walked over to the fireplace mantel, where framed pictures, mostly quite old, were lined up in rows. With her hands linked behind her back, she studied each one, while Cal's gaze bored through her from behind.

'Is this Cole?' She lifted a frame off the mantel, brought it over to the sofa, and sat down beside him.

He flicked a glance at the picture and then pinned her with a look that was disturbing and was meant to be. 'Why don't you and I have a little talk about something besides pictures,' he said in a no-nonsense tone that proved two things very clearly: Calvin Downing was far more astute than he seemed, and he was no pushover.

'What,' Diana said warily, 'do you want to talk about?'

'You and Cole. That all right with you?'

She nodded, and he said, 'Good, because we were going to do it anyway.'

Diana was not a pushover either. 'Mr. Downing, maybe we'll wait until Cole comes back.'

Oddly her tart retort did not offend him. 'You got more than looks. You got spunk, too, and that's good. Now, do you have a heart?'

'What!'

'And if you do have one, who does it belong to?'

Diana stared at him, riveted by the topic if not his tone. 'I don't understand.'

'Well, I'll grant you, it's a little complicated to me, too. Because less than two weeks ago, I picked up the Enquirer, and there was your picture, smack dab on the front page, with a story that says you got jilted by your fancy beau. A week later, you're married to my nephew, Cole.'

Five days ago, she'd have been humiliated by the mere mention of that article. Instead a wayward smile curved her lips. 'Well, yes,' she admitted, 'I can see how that would look a little odd.'

'That's the only part makes sense,' he contradicted bluntly. 'Cole was mad and I showed him the picture to make a point, and I figured he made a point right back by marrying you to get his stock back. But then he told me you're the little girl he used to talk about when he was in college, and I remembered your name was Diana Foster, so I know it's really you. Are you following me?'

'So far, yes.'

'Okay. So I figured the two of you are old friends, and you just got jilted, and Cole needed a wife to get his stock back—so you two struck a deal. How am I doing so far?'

Diana eyed him askance. 'Pretty well,' she admitted with a trembling smile.

'Now, I also know Cole worries about my heart. So after he got over being boiling mad over the bargain I stuck him with, he decided it would be better, for my sake, if the two of you pretended you actually give a damn about each other. Are you with me?'

She nodded warily.

'Good, because now we're coming to the part that scares the hell out of me.'

'What's that?'

'Yesterday he was up at the house driving everybody crazy about every little detail so it would be as nice for you as it could be. He was giving a damned good imitation of a man who thought a whole lot of his wife. I got real excited to meet you. Last night, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. But I've gotta tell you straight out, Diana, I didn't get the idea you shared his feelings. Yet, this morning, he's wearing his heart on his sleeve, so I figure you had something to do with that last night.'

He paused for emphasis, his voice turning insistent as he reached the real issue: 'Don't go playing around with his heart, girl. Either take all of it or leave it alone. Don't go taking little bits and pieces, when it suits you — and if it suits you. I don't think it's in you to be mean or cruel, but sometimes, if a woman doesn't know how a man feels, that could happen.'

Diana collapsed back against the sofa, laughing softly, hugging Cole's picture to her chest. She turned her face to the elderly man who loved her husband, too, and said, without shame or pretense, 'Cole isn't wearing his heart on his sleeve. That is my heart.'

He looked fifteen years younger, and belatedly embarrassed. Looking around for some way out of the situation he'd brought on himself, he got up and went over to the fireplace. 'That picture you have is Cole when he was sixteen. Here's two others.'

He presented them to her with great care, and Diana held them that way, but her smile began to fade and her heart began to ache. She'd looked at enough photographs at the magazine to notice things quickly, and the dark-haired little boy with his fingers shoved into the heavy coat of a mixed-breed collie at his side was looking at the camera with a very solemn expression. Much too solemnly for a six- or seven-year-old. She took the other picture.

'He was nine there,' Cal said. The collie was on one side of him, and another mixed-breed dog was on his left. Diana scarcely noticed the dogs; she noticed that although he was trying to smile, he didn't look happy. And his pants were several inches above his ankles in both pictures. He was standing beside an old tire swing in one shot and in front of a shack of some sort in the other.

She forgot about all that when she suddenly realized that Cal could give her tidbits of information about Cole. 'Even when I knew him before,' she confided with a smile, 'he was frustratingly secretive about his past.' She patted the seat beside her. 'Tell me everything. Tell me what he was like when he was little and what his mother was like and— everything.'

'What's he told you?' Cal asked warily.

'Nothing! I know he had a brother who was two years older than he and another brother who was three years older, and they both died in an accident right after Cole went to college. I know his mother died of cancer when he was in his first year of college. He never told me when his father died. He's had so much tragedy,' she added quietly.

She waited for Cal to talk after he sat down, but he seemed deeply troubled and genuinely at a loss. He kept looking over at the piles of reading material. 'I like psychology,' he said, seemingly apropos of nothing. 'Do you believe in it?'

'Of course.'

'Do you believe it's good for a person to keep bad things bottled up inside of him, and to hide those things from the woman who loves him— And go on doing so for as long as he lives?'

Diana knew with absolute certainty and grave foreboding they were talking about Cole. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to pry.

'I—I wouldn't want him to feel I pried into anything.'

'I'd call it lancing a wound, not prying.'

'I don't like wounds that don't heal,' Diana said. 'The question is, can I help them heal?'

'You couldn't hurt.'

She looked at the picture she was holding and thought about lying in Cole's arms last night. He had so much love to give, and she wanted it all. She didn't want to risk losing any of it. 'If what you're going to tell me is really bad, then how will Cole feel if he knows I know it?'

'He won't have to worry that you'd change if you found out. He won't have to wonder how you really feel. Dr. Richenblau calls it 'cathartic' It won't take long to tell. What you do about it is up to you.'

Diana drew a deep breath and nodded. 'Tell me.'

'Well, you said he's had a lot of tragedy in his life. The biggest tragedy was that he was born with the name Harrison.'

That was the last thing Diana expected him to say. 'Why?'