The postscript to 'Unsuitable Men'. . . Tracy is a complicated and sometimes difficult woman, but Brendan loves her anyway. Still, your lover's foibles are one thing to tolerate when they're just your 'lover'. Contemplating forever is an entirely different story. What happens when there are things about the person you love that you still want to change? And what do you do when you have to face the fact that if change is what you need from them, that might happen . . . maybe, never?
From 'Maybe Never':
Tracy stood and briskly straightening her skirt, picked up her purse from Brendan's desk and walked back out into the reception area. Just as she looked up, intending to leave a message with Brett, she collided with Brendan himself. Even this accidental contact and the rush of his scent, made Tracy's heart accelerate.
Before she had a chance to speak, she saw that he was not alone. With him was a statuesque and beautiful woman who looked familiar. She had skin like polished dark mahogany and interesting brown eyes. Her lips, painted a blood red were a stark contrast against her dark complexion and her hair was shaved low. In her ears were small gold hoops that had the effect of making her skin luminous. Wearing a bright white suit with narrow tapered pant and silver stilettos, she looked strangely . . . right standing next to Brendan.
When their gazes met, Tracy saw the other woman's eyes come alive with curiosity. They sized each other up, and there was a moment when Tracy almost expected to see hackles rise on the woman's neck. She gave a small smile.
"Tracy," Brendan said.
He sounded out-of-sorts. And that was when she began to pay much closer attention, honing all of her feminine instincts in on the way the woman stood, the turn of her body toward Brendan's and the manner in which he leaned his away from hers.
"Hi," Tracy said. "I thought I'd stop by to see whether you were up for lunch."
"I already . . . Tracy, this is Janice; Janice this is Tracy, my fiancée."
Tracy extended a hand and took Janice's. It was soft, warm.
"Wonderful to meet you, finally," Janice said.
Tracy raised an eyebrow and gave her a frosty smile.
Then she dropped her hand and turned to Brendan. "I can see you're busy," she said. "So I'll just . . ."
She nodded at Janice and then at Brett--who looked positively gleeful--and headed for the exit of the building. Behind her, she could hear Brendan's muttered 'excuse me' and heard him following her. Tracy increased the pace but of course she was no match for Brendan who, within a moment, had caught her just below the elbow.
"Hey," he said. "I didn't know you were coming, or I would have . . ."
Tracy stopped and looked at him evenly. "You would have . . what?"
"Are you coming back to the apartment tonight?" he asked, ignoring her question.
"Should I?" she asked.
"Yes. We need to talk."
Tracy pursed her lips and tried to ignore the hammering of her heart. "You know where to find me. When you're ready to talk, that's where I'll be."
"Janice is not . . ."
"Not what?" Tracy looked at him.
She always thought that if she was confronted with an actual rival where Brendan was concerned she would lose control of herself and fly into a hysterical fit. And that's certainly how she'd handled similar situations in the past. But now, though she was frightened, she didn't feel the same territorialism that she used to.