“That will be exciting,” she said brightly, hoping her disappointment didn’t show. After all, she had no right to expect a private performance. Micah didn’t owe her anything.

She took the toolbox from him. “Thank you for fixing the faucet. That was very nice of you. But from now on, try to remember you’re our guest.”

“I’ll do my best.”

She wanted to say more. She wanted to ask about the sex thing, only she knew she wouldn’t. His recoil and rejection would be more than she could stand. So instead of risking humiliation, she smiled, waved and purposefully started for the stairs.

Reggie felt a strong sense of déjà vu as she handed her car keys to the valet and walked into the resort to meet Jake for dinner. When they’d been together, she’d come up here on a regular basis. To be doing that again, after all this time, felt strange.

She told herself to just let her emotions be what they were going to be. She would analyze them later. For tonight, she was having dinner with an old friend—in part to catch up and in part to find out if there was anything left between them. At least, that was her agenda. She had no idea what he expected.

She walked through the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor, where the fine dining restaurant was located. As soon as the doors opened, she saw Jake waiting. He smiled when he saw her.

“Right on time,” he said, walking to her and lightly kissing her cheek.

“Traffic was light,” she joked.

“There was traffic? We have, what? Less than a dozen stoplights.”

“There might be a new one out by the highway,” she said with a laugh.

He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her into the restaurant. “I’ve already picked out our table.”

“Of course you have.”

“One of the perks of knowing the owner.”

“Or being her son.”

Jake stopped by a table in the corner and held out a chair. “That, too.”

He hung her coat on a nearby coatrack and then took a seat across from her. There were already menus on the table, but Reggie ignored them.

“How does it feel to be back?” she asked.

“Good. A little strange, but good.”

“Where did you go when you left here?”

“Colorado.”

“How is Aspen?”

He grinned. “Fun. Those people are serious about their skiing.”

“I’ve heard.”

“It was good to get away.”

“Iona went with you?”

He grimaced. “Yes, she did. For a while. And then she left.” He leaned toward her. “Reggie, I’m so sorry about what happened and how I acted. I deeply regret how I treated you and how I hurt you with my behavior.”