“You want me to accept that, but you don’t want to tell me why it’s not that simple. Play fair, Nell.”

“I can’t.” A tear spilled over, shimmered down her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“If that’s the way it is, we’re both fooling ourselves.”

He let her go and walked away.

Knocking on Zack’s front door was one of the hardest things Nell had ever done. She’d spent so much time stepping back from anger. Now she would have to face it, head on. And with little defense. This was a turmoil she’d caused, and only she could resolve it.

She walked to the front of the house because it seemed more formal than strolling across the beach and up the stairs to the back. Before she knocked, she rubbed her fingers over the turquoise stone she’d slipped into her pocket to aid her verbal communication.

Though she wasn’t convinced such things worked, she didn’t see how it could make her situation any worse.

She lifted her hand, cursed herself as she lowered it again. There was an old rocker on the front porch, and a pot of geraniums that were frost-burned and pathetic. She wished she’d seen them before the weather had turned so she could have urged Zack to carry them inside.

And she was stalling.

She squared her shoulders, knocked.

Was torn between relief and despair when no one answered.

Just as she’d given up and turned away, the door swung open.

Ripley stood in leggings cropped just below the knee and a T-shirt marked with a vee of sweat between her breasts. She gave Nell one long, cool stare, then leaned on the doorjamb.

“Wasn’t sure I heard anyone knock. I was lifting, and had the music up.”

“I was hoping to talk to Zack.”

“Yeah, I figured. You pissed him off good. It takes work to do that. Me, I’ve had years of practice, but you must have an innate talent for it.”

Nell slipped her hand in her pocket, fingered the stone. She would have to get through the shield to get to the target. “I know he’s angry with me, and he has a right to be. Don’t I have a right to apologize?”

“Sure, but if you do it with choking little sobs and flutters, you’re going to piss me off. I’m a lot meaner than Zack.”

“I don’t intend to cry and flutter.” Nell’s own temper bubbled up as she stepped forward. “And I don’t think Zack would appreciate you getting in the middle of this. I know I don’t.”