“About you and me—about you thinking there’s a you and me.” She turned away, hoping she could find the right words. “I tried to explain it to you before, but I did a poor job of it. You see, initially I was so surprised that you would think of me that way. I didn’t—” With a sound of disgust, she turned to face him again. “I’m not handling it any better now.”

“Why don’t you just say what you mean?”

“I care about you, not only as my client, but as a person.”

That all-too-familiar light came into his eyes. “I care about you, too.”

When he took a step toward her, she lifted her hands, palms out. “But not that way, Nick. Not…romantically.”

His eyes narrowed, and she watched, hurting, as he absorbed the rejection. “You’re not interested in me.”

“I am interested in you, but not the way you think you’d like me to be.”

“I get the picture.” Trying to tough it out, he hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “You think I’m too young.”

She thought about the way she’d just been kissed, and let out a long breath. “That argument doesn’t seem altogether valid. It should, but you’re not a typical teenager.”

“So what is it? I’m just not your type?”

When she thought of how much he and Zack had in common, she had to block a quick laugh. “That doesn’t work either.” Sorry that she was going to hurt him, knowing she had to, Rachel did her best with the truth. “What I feel for you is the same sort of thing I feel for my brothers. I’m sorry it’s not what you want, Nick, but it’s all I can give.” She wanted to reach out, touch his arm, but she was afraid he’d shrug her off. “I’m sorry, too, that I didn’t put it just that way weeks ago. I didn’t seem to know how.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Don’t.” She couldn’t keep herself from reaching out now, taking his hand in hers. “There’s nothing for you to feel like an idiot about. You were attracted, and you were honest about it. And underneath all my confusion and dismay,” she added, trying out a smile, “I was very flattered.”

“I’d rather you said you were tempted.”

“Maybe.” Her smile warmed, squeezing his battered heart. “For a moment. I hope it doesn’t hurt you to have me say it, but I do want to be your friend.”

“Well, you gave it to me straight.” And he supposed he would have to accept it. A babe was just a babe, he tried to tell himself. But he knew there was no one else like Rachel. “No hard feelings.”