"Is that the kind of man you are? Lead a woman on and leave her hanging?" she gasped, tears beginning to pool in her thick lashes.

"What? No! My leg hadn't healed and I was restricted to office work. I did try calling you but you didn't answer.

"I was angry!"

Ed blinked at her. He wasn't following this conversation at all. "I'm sorry. How could I know if you wouldn't speak with me?"

Suddenly she was crushed up against his chest, clinging to him with all her strength. Her hair was under his nose and the scent of melon and something tropical tickled his sense of smell. He felt...