“I don’t regret loving him, or being loved by him. I regret a lot of things, but not that.”

“All right, then. You need to take the next step.”

“There is no next step. I can’t marry Zack because I’m legally tied to someone else. And even if Evan decides to divorce me in absentia or whatever, I still couldn’t marry Zack. My identification is false.”

“Details.”

“Not to him.”

“Yes, you’re right.” She tapped her pretty fingernails on the side of her cup as she considered. “Some things Zack would see, because he’s Zack, as black and white. I’m sorry I didn’t think this far ahead and warn you of that. I know him,” Mia continued as she rose to stretch. “I didn’t anticipate that he’d move toward legal binding so quickly. I’m jaded when it comes to love.”

She poured more tea, pondered while she roamed the room and sipped.

There were two sofas, both in deep hunter green, that begged for a body to sink down and sink in. They were scattered with jewel-toned pillows, all in soft fabrics. Texture was essential to luxury, and when at leisure, Mia insisted on luxury.

The room was populated with antiques, because she preferred the old to the new unless it was in business equipment. The rugs on the wide-planked chestnut floor were satisfactorily faded. There were flowers everywhere, in priceless crystal or in cheerful colored bottles of no special value.

Some of the candles she surrounded herself with in every room were lit. The white ones, for peace.

“You’ve hurt him, Nell, on two levels. One by not falling into his arms in utter delight when he proposed.” She stopped, lifting one brow. “I told you I was jaded in this area, but nonetheless, when a man asks a woman to marry him, he’s not going to be pleased when she says ‘No, thank you.“’”

“I’m not a complete idiot, Mia.”

“No, darling. I’m sorry.” Contrite, though secretly amused at the biting tone, Mia stopped behind the sofa and stroked Nell’s hair. “Of course you’re not. And I should have said three levels, the second being his sense of honor. He has just discovered himself poaching on what he would consider another man’s territory.”

“Oh, really. I’m not a damn rabbit.”

“Zack would see himself breaking a code. The third level is that he would certainly have done so anyway, if he’d known. If you’d told him the circumstances. He could adjust his line there, because he loves you and wants you, and because he would be relieved that you’d escaped from a horrible situation. But the fact that you didn’t tell him, that you let him go into this, let him fall in love with you blind, is going to be hard for him to swallow.”