From the First Kiss. Jessica Bird

turned dangerous.

      “Better run along,” he drawled. “Your friend’s obviously the impatient type.”

      The word friend was pronounced more like lover, she thought. And his disapproval would have freeze-dried an open flame.

      He obviously thought she was seeing Sean, and that it was way too soon after Reese’s death for her to be with another man, but she wasn’t going to waste time correcting the misconception. Given his tight face, she wasn’t going to change his mind without working him over with a chisel and a hammer.

      “Goodbye, Alex,” she whispered.

      He said nothing.

      As she left the house, she was quite convinced she was never going to see him again.

      Somehow the pain of the loss was stunning.