She’d called Pam twice from the White Elephant, and Rosewood was thrilled with the wedding publicity. Several cable network shows wanted Kate to make an appearance. Rosewood was talking about a possible book tour, and Pam had scheduled numerous phone interviews with radio shows and newspapers. Kate wondered how she’d keep up with her articles and find time to write another book.

No matter, though. If the publicity sold book one, it would be worth it. And at least she would still have her office space to work in since Lucas hadn’t rented it out yet.

She thought of Lucas’s family and wondered how she was going to find time to help his parents’ marriage. She’d sensed the tension between Susan and Roy. Maybe she could find an activity to do with Susan. It would give them time to talk.

Kate turned and pulled the quilt over her chilled shoulder. It was quieter here than in town. If she listened closely, she could hear the water hitting the shore, and a clock ticking somewhere. The TV program Lucas was watching barely filtered into the room, and a slit of light from the living room underlined the door.

What time would he retire? She hoped he kept to his own side of the bed. Judging by the rumpled sheets she’d found upon her arrival, she had her doubts. He was used to having the whole bed.

Kate was too, but she planned on hugging the edge all night.

If I ever fall asleep. She rolled over again and resituated the pillow. She’d already made a to-do list for tomorrow, which usually freed her mind to sleep. She was tired, so that wasn’t the issue.

As it had all week during quiet moments, her thoughts turned to Bryan. Kate hadn’t called him again, nor had he called. She supposed there was no reason to expect him to. She shouldn’t even want him to.

But feelings didn’t flip off like a light switch. She wondered if he’d seen the photo and article in the New York Times. Part of her regretted not telling him her marriage was temporary. The other part hoped it sowed seeds of jealousy.

He’s not jealous; he’s with another woman. I’m the one who’s jealous.

She didn’t want to dwell on it anymore. The sound of the woman’s voice when she’d answered the phone, the rustling of covers before Bryan spoke. It was torturous.

Think about something else.

Kate turned her thoughts to her book and upcoming Dr. Phil appearance. Ten seconds later, she was thinking of the daisies on the kitchen table. Ah, we’ve come full circle.

And I’m still awake.

Kate was about to shift when the door opened. She lay still, not daring to open her eyes. She heard the whoosh of something dropping to the floor. Then another whoosh.

He was not undressing.