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joined them there. “Charlie’s out, but his roommate said he’d give him the message.” Too happy to contain her excitement, she added, “But I’m not sitting home alone. How about if we go out for pizza tonight? My treat.”

      “Sorry, Ellen.” Derek looked up with a frown. “I’ve already made plans with Michelle.”

      “I’m getting together with a bunch of guys at the gym,” Pat informed her. “Throw a few baskets.”

      “And I told my mom I’d be home for dinner.”

      Some of the excitement drained from her, but she put on a brave front. “No problem. We’ll do it another night.”

      “I’ll go.”

      The small group whirled around, shocked to discover Reed standing there, framed in the living-room doorway.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      “REED,” ELLEN BURST OUT, ASTONISHED. “When did you get here?” The instant she’d finished speaking, she realized how stupid the question was. He’d just walked in the back door.

      With a grin, he checked his wristwatch. “About fifteen seconds ago.”

      “How was the trip?” Derek asked.

      “Did you drive straight through?” Pat asked, then said, “I don’t suppose you had a chance to see the Lakers play, did you?”

      “You must be exhausted,” Ellen murmured, noting how tired his eyes looked.

      As his smiling gaze met hers, the fine laugh lines that fanned out from his eyes became more pronounced. “I’m hungry and tired. Didn’t I just hear you offer to buy me pizza?”

      “Ellen got a B-minus on her crazy algebra paper,” Monte said with pride.

      Rolling her eyes playfully toward the ceiling, Ellen laughed. “Who would have guessed it—I’m a mathematical genius!”

      “So that’s the reason for this dinner. I thought you might have won the lottery.”

      He was more deeply tanned than Ellen remembered. Handsome. Vital. And incredibly male. He seemed glad to be home, she thought. Not a hint of hostility showed in the eyes that smiled back at her.

      “No such luck.”

      Derek made a show of glancing at his watch. “I gotta go or I’ll be late picking up Michelle. It’s good to see you, Reed.”

      “Yeah, welcome home,” Pat said, reaching for his basketball. “I’ll see you later.”

      Reed raised his right hand in salute and picked up his suitcase, then headed up the wide stairs. “Give me fifteen minutes to shower and I’ll meet you down here.”

      The minute Reed’s back was turned, Monte placed his hand over his heart and batted his lashes wildly as he mouthed something about love, true love. Ellen practically threw him out of the house, slamming the door after him.

      At the top of the stairs, Reed turned and glanced down at her. “What was that all about?”

      Ellen leaned against the closed door, one hand covering her mouth to smother her giggles. But the laughter drained from her as she looked at his puzzled face, and she slowly straightened. She cleared her throat. “Nothing. Did you want me to order pizza? Or do you want to go out?”

      “Whatever you prefer.”

      “If you leave it up to me, my choice would be to get away from these four walls.”

      “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

      Ellen suppressed a shudder at the thought of what would’ve happened had Reed caught a glimpse of Monte’s antics. She herself handled the boys’ teasing with good-natured indulgence, but she was fairly sure that Reed would take offense at their nonsense. And heaven forbid that Danielle should ever catch a hint of what was going on—not that anything was going on.

      With her thoughts becoming more muddled every minute, Ellen made her way to the third floor to change into a pair of gray tailored pants and a frilly pale blue silk blouse. One glance in the mirror and she sadly shook her head. They were only going out for pizza—there was no need to wear anything so elaborate. Hurriedly, she changed into dark brown cords and a turtleneck sweater the color of summer wheat. Then she ran a brush through her short curls and freshened her lipstick.

      When Ellen returned to the living room, Reed was already waiting for her. “You’re sure you don’t mind going out?” she asked again.

      “Are you dodging your pizza offer?”

      He was so serious that Ellen couldn’t help laughing. “Not at all.”

      “Good. I hope you like spicy sausage with lots of olives.”

      “Love it.”

      His hand rested on her shoulder. “And a cold beer.”

      “This is sounding better all the time.” Ellen would have guessed that Reed was the type of man who drank martinis or expensive cocktails. In some ways, he was completely down-to-earth and in others, surprisingly complex. Perceptive, unpretentious and unpredictable—she knew that much about him, but she didn’t expect to understand him anytime soon.

      Reed helped her into his pickup, which was parked in the driveway. The evening sky was already dark and Ellen regretted not having brought her coat.

      “Cold?” Reed asked her when they stopped at a red light.

      “Only a little.”

      He adjusted the switches for the heater and soon a rush of warm air filled the cab. Reed chatted easily, telling her about his project in California and explaining why his work demanded so much travel. “That’s changing now.”

      “Oh?” She couldn’t restrain a little shiver of gladness at his announcement. “Will you be coming home more often?”

      “Not for another three or four months. I’m up for promotion and then I’ll be able to pick and choose my assignments more carefully. Over the past four years, I’ve traveled enough to last me a lifetime.”

      “Then it’s true that there’s no place like home.”

      “Be it ever so humble,” he added with a chuckle.

      “I don’t exactly consider a three-storey, twenty-room turn-of-the-century mansion all that humble.”

      “Throw in four college students and you’ll quickly discover how unassuming it can become.”

      “Oh?”

      “You like that word, don’t you?”

      “Yes,” she agreed, her mouth curving into a lazy smile. “It’s amazing how much you can say with that one little sound.”

      Reed exited the freeway close to the Seattle Center and continued north. At her questioning glance, he explained, “The best pizza in Seattle is made at a small place near the Center. You don’t mind coming this far, do you?”

      “Of course not. I’ll travel a whole lot farther than this for a good pizza.” Suddenly slouching forward, she dropped her forehead into her hand. “Oh, no. It’s happening.”

      “What is?”

      “I’m beginning to sound like Monte.”

      They both laughed. It felt so good to be sitting there with Reed, sharing an easy, relaxed companionship, that Ellen could almost forget about Danielle. Almost, but not quite.

      Although Ellen had said she’d pay for the pizza, Reed insisted on picking up the tab. They sat across from each other at a narrow booth in the corner of the semidarkened room. A lighted red candle in a glass bowl flickered on the table between them and Ellen decided this was the perfect atmosphere. The