Just like her brother had, thanks to her. When she’d hired Brianne Nelson as Jake’s physical therapist, she’d hoped she’d be giving them both a summer of fun. Sex and fun, she amended. Even if Rina was in mourning, that didn’t mean Jake had to be. Only a statue could have missed the sexual tension humming in the air around Brianne and Jake, but neither of them had had the guts to act on the attraction. Enough was enough. She’d planned to hook them up for a sexual diversion, but after meeting Brianne, Rina had hoped that her stubborn brother wouldn’t blow it and that the two of them would end up together, for good. Rina knew better than to say or think “forever.”

She’d been down that foolish road once before, when she’d met Richard. But since his accident, the blinders were off. Only fate knew how long two people would have together, which was why she was grateful her plan for her brother and Brianne had worked. They were waiting for Rina’s return to get married, and she knew without a doubt her brother had chosen right this time.

As for herself, Rina had done a lot of soul searching while she was gone. The money Richard had left her would keep her in luxury for the rest of her life, but what would keep her happy and sane?

Living off Richard’s wealth and sitting idle would lead to boredom, and that would kill her. Her parents had instilled a strong work ethic in their kids. Because he’d seemed to want a stay-at-home wife, Rina had complied-and enjoyed it in the beginning. But boredom had set in and, thanks to the fact that she didn’t need to work, she’d begun talking about starting a new career. Before she married, Rina had always wanted to write, but because freelancing articles for magazines wouldn’t pay the bills, and her job left her too tired at night, she’d never made the attempt. Richard had humored her talk of writing, treating it as a whim that would pass. He’d never taken her seriously. Not since he’d swept her off her feet, out of his office and into his bed.

She had adored him. But she wondered what kind of future they would have had once she let him see how tired she’d grown of doing nothing except waiting for him to come home. Guilt swamped her at the traitorous thought, at the admission that her marriage hadn’t been the blissful state she’d pretended it to be. But she forced herself to acknowledge that, much as he’d loved her, too, he hadn’t understood her. How could he when they’d come from two different worlds?

Then again, didn’t all men and women come at life from different perspectives? she wondered, thinking of Brianne and Jake. Rina flipped her paper over and started making notes, her pen moving quickly over the page. Question: What did men want? Answer: A woman. Question: What kind of woman?

In short, Rina wondered, what turned a man on? Excitement grew inside her, and she knew she had the makings of her first story. But first she’d have to do the research…

CARLY PHILLIPS

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