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She nodded, not sure if her voice would betray her. Too bad she'd so thoroughly convinced him of her
competence!

They were both silent on the drive to the athletic club in an elegant and gracious section of Providence's
East Side and parted with the unspoken understanding that they'd meet in the lobby in an hour, as
always. Carolyn hurried to change into leotard and tights before her aerobics class started and slipped
into her usual spot in the front row just on time.

She tried to pay attention to her form and breathing, but her thoughts were so scattered that she was
lucky to know which exercise she was supposed to be doing. It was probably a good thing that Scott
was leaving soon. This - well, calling it an obsession wouldn't be inappropriate - for him was crazy. Sure,
he was great-looking, fun to talk to and smart as all get out, but so was her husband. Tony wasn't
interested in computers, but that didn't matter. What was more relevant was that he'd never made her
heart and stomach trip over themselves in excitement the way Scott did.

Okay, so she had a crush on the guy. That was hardly of earth-shattering importance to anyone other
than her, and it didn't change reality a single bit. She lived in Rhode Island, Scott lived in Chicago and she
didn't matter to him the way he mattered to her. The sooner he disappeared from her life and let her start
remembering how good her life with Tony was the better.

She could think that all she wanted, but she still spent the second half of the class glancing out the
classroom door waiting for him to walk by. He finally did, dripping wet from the pool, his dark brown
hair plastered to his head. He walked just slowly enough that she could imagine he was searching the
room for a glimpse of her. She heard the low murmur of the women around her and she wondered how
many were hoping that little half-grin was meant for them.

She raced through her shower and didn't bother to dry her long hair before heading to the lobby. He was
already there, a vertical line creasing his forehead. "Good, you're here." On the way to the parking lot, he
added, "I need to talk to you. Can we go to that park?"

He meant a park overlooking most of Providence, where they'd stopped to eat sandwiches a couple of
times. "Sure. Do you want to get something to eat?" She hoped not. Her stomach wouldn't accept food
right now.

"I'm not hungry, but stop at the deli for yourself if you want."

The park wasn't far and Scott didn't say anything more until they were standing by the fence at the far
end. Beyond them was a cliff and way below was downtown Providence, including Providential Press.
"Carolyn, I probably should keep my mouth shut about this, but I can't. I can't leave without you knowing
the truth." He gulped a breath and continued, "I want you to know I don't expect anything - I mean, I
know you're married, and I'd neverтАж" He didn't seem to know how to continue.

She wrapped her fingers around the top of the fence, a ball of anticipation filling her insides. "What
truth?"

He swallowed a couple of times, his Adam's apple bobbing. She smelled the clean soap scent on his skin
as he turned to face her. "I love you, Carolyn."

She felt like she was flying, careening around with reckless abandon and making herself dizzy. "Oh, Scott