“I trusted you,” Josh said quietly. “I always trusted you. It’s one thing for you to hit on Kate, and on Margo, but I’m damned if I’m going to stand back and watch you make it three for three.”

His eyes went very cold, very hard. At his side his fist clenched, and in his mind he saw it strike out, fast. It took all of his will and a lifetime of friendship not to follow through.

“Get the fuck away from me. Now.”

“You want to take a swing, you take one. We’ve gone around before.”

Not like this, Michael thought as his system revved toward violence. Now they were men, and the stakes were higher. And if he had any family, any that really mattered, this was it, standing here right now, prepared to break his neck.

“Why don’t we try this instead—I’ll be out by the end of the week. I’ve already started making the arrangements.”

Torn now between friendship and family, Josh narrowed his eyes. “What arrangements? You barely have your foundation up on the new construction.”

“I’ll probably sell it as is once I’ve relocated to L.A. Is that far enough away from your sister, Harvard? Or do I have to go to hell?”

“When did this come up?”

“Do I have to check that with you too? Go away, Josh. I’m busy here and you’ve made your point.”

“I’m not sure I have.” And as he watched his oldest friend walk away, Josh was no longer sure what the point was.

He knew she would come. There was no way to avoid or prevent it. They hadn’t been together in two weeks, and she would expect him to want her. Of course he did, pitifully.

But he wouldn’t touch her. It was only worse now. He’d nearly talked himself out of his earlier decision, had told himself he could find a way to make it work between then. The visit from Josh had snapped things back into reality.

He would make it clean, he would make it quick.

She would be hurt, a little. There was no way to avoid or prevent that either. But she would get over it.

Still, though he’d known she would come, he hadn’t expected her so soon, hadn’t expected himself to be so unprepared when he saw her standing in his doorway with the sun in her hair and her eyes so pure, so gray, so warm.

“I took off from the shop a little early,” she began. She knew she was talking quickly, bubbling over with nerves. Something was wrong. She could have been deaf and blind and still have sensed it. “I thought since my parents were taking the girls into Carmel for dinner, I’d see if you’d like me to fix yours.”

“Women like you don’t cook, sugar. They have cooks.”