“You’re a good man, Miles,” she said, “and these last few weeks have really meant a lot to me.” She stopped again.

Miles didn’t like the sound of this and wondered what had happened in the few minutes that she was in the bedroom. As he watched her, he felt his stomach begin to clench.

“Do you remember when you asked me about my ex-husband?”

Miles nodded.

“I didn’t finish the story. There was more to it than just the things I told you, and… and I don’t know exactly how to say it.”

“Why?”

She glanced toward the fire. “Because I’m afraid of what you might think.” As a sheriff, a number of ideas occurred to him-that her ex had been abusive, that he’d hurt her somehow, that she’d left the relationship wounded in some way. Divorce was always painful, but the way she looked now suggested there was much more to it than simply that.

He smiled, hoping for some response, but there was nothing. “Listen, Sarah,” he finally said, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I won’t ask about it again. That’s your business, and I’ve learned enough about you in the past few weeks to know what kind of person you are, and that’s all that matters to me. I don’t need to know everything about you-and to be honest, I doubt that whatever you’d say would change the way I feel about you.”

Sarah smiled, but her eyes refused to meet his. “Do you remember when I asked you about Missy?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you remember the things you said about her?”

Miles nodded.

“I remember them, too.” For the first time, she met his eyes. “I want you to know that I can never be like her.”

Miles frowned. “I know that,” he said. “And I don’t expect you to-” She held up her hands. “No, Miles-you misunderstand me. It’s not that I think you’re attracted to me because I’m like Missy. I know that’s not it. But I wasn’t very clear.”

“Then what is it?” he asked.

“Do you remember when you told me what a good mother she was? And how much you

both wanted Jonah to have siblings?” She paused but didn’t expect an answer. “I can’t ever be like that. That’s the reason Michael left me.” Her eyes finally locked on his. “I couldn’t get pregnant. But it wasn’t him, Miles. He was fine. It was me.”

And then, as if driving the point home, in case he didn’t understand, she put it as plainly as she could.

“I can’t have children. Ever.”

Miles said nothing, and after a long moment, Sarah went on. “You can’t imagine what it was like to find out. It just seemed so ironic, you know? I’d spent my early twenties trying not to get pregnant. I used to panic if I forgot to take my birth control pills. I never even considered that I might not be able to have children.”

“How did you find out?”

“The usual way. It just didn’t happen. We finally went in for tests. That was when I found out.”

“I’m sorry,” was all Miles could think to say.

“So am I.” She exhaled sharply, as if she still had trouble believing it. “And so was Michael. But he couldn’t handle it. I told him that we could still adopt, and I’d be perfectly happy with that, but he refused to even consider it because of his family.”

“You’re kidding…”

Sarah shook her head. “I wish I were. Looking back, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. When we first started going out, he used to say that I was the most perfect woman he’d ever met. As soon as something happened that proved otherwise, he was willing to throw away everything we had.” She stared into her wineglass, talking almost to herself. “He asked for a divorce, and I moved out a week later.”

Miles took her hand without a word and nodded for her to continue. “After that… well, it hasn’t been easy. It’s not the sort of thing you bring up at cocktail parties, you know. My family knows, and I talked to Sylvia about it. She was my counselor and she helped me a lot, but those four are the only ones who knew. And now you…”

She trailed off. In the firelight, Miles thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her hair caught fragments of light and cast them off like a halo. “So why me?” Miles finally asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not really.”

“I just thought you should know. I mean, before… Like I said, I don’t want it to happen again…” She looked away.

Miles gently turned her face back to him. “Do you really think I’d do that?” Sarah looked at him sadly. “Oh, Miles… it’s easy to say that it doesn’t matter right now. What I’m worried about is how you’ll feel later, after you’ve had the chance to think about this. Let’s say we keep seeing each other and things go as well as they have up to this point. Can you honestly say that it won’t matter to you? That being able to have children wouldn’t be important to you? That Jonah would never have a little brother or sister running around the house?”

She cleared her throat. “I know I’m jumping the gun here, and don’t think that by telling you all this, I expect us to get married. But I had to tell you the truth, so you’d know what you’re getting into-before this goes any further. I can’t let myself go any further unless I’m certain that you’re not going to turn around and do the same thing that Michael did. If it doesn’t work out for another reason, fine. I can live with that. But I can’t face again what I’ve already gone through once.”

Miles looked toward his glass, saw the light reflected there. He traced the rim with his finger.

“There’s something you should know about me, too,” he said. “I had a really hard time after Missy died. It wasn’t just that she died-it was also that I never found out who’d been driving the car that night. That’s what my job is, both as her husband and as sheriff. And for a long time, finding out who’d been driving was all I could think about. I investigated on my own, I talked to people, but whoever did it got away, and that ate at me like you can’t imagine. I felt like I was going crazy for a long time, but lately…”

His voice was tender as he met her eyes.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t need time, Sarah… I don’t know… I just know that I’m missing something in my life, and that until I met you, I didn’t know what it was. If you want me to take some time to think about it, I will. But that would be for you-not for me. You haven’t said anything that could change the way I feel about you. I’m not like Michael. I could never be like him.”

In the kitchen, the timer went off with a ding, and both of them turned at the sound. The lasagna was ready, but neither of them moved. Sarah suddenly felt light-headed, though she didn’t know if it was the wine or Miles’s words. Carefully, she set her wineglass on the table and, taking a slow breath, stood from the couch.

“Let me get the lasagna before it burns.”

In the kitchen, she paused to lean against the counter, the words coming once more.

I don’t need time, Sarah.

You haven’t said anything that could change the way I feel about you. It didn’t matter to him. And best of all, she believed him. The things he’d said, the way he’d looked at her… Since the divorce, she’d almost come to believe that no one she met would understand.

She left the pan of lasagna on the stovetop. When she returned to the living room, Miles was sitting on the couch, staring into the fire. She sat down and rested her head on his shoulder, letting him pull her close. As they both watched the fire, she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His hand was moving rhythmically against her, her skin tingling wherever he touched. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice.”

“Not this time. Not with you.”

She lifted her head then, and without another word she kissed him, brushing her lips softly against his, once, then twice, before meeting them for good. His arms moved up her back as her mouth opened, and then she felt his tongue against hers, the wetness intoxicating. She brought one of her hands to his face, felt the rough stubble beneath her fingertips, then traced the stubble with her lips. Miles responded by moving his mouth to her neck, gently nipping and kissing, his breath hot against her skin.