Things seemed to cool considerably between Mack and Lucy over the next few days as the wedding approached. She was practically living at his house full-time at his insistence, sleeping in his bed, sharing meals with him and accepting rides to and from the diner from him. But they barely spoke and when they did, he was almost never civilized. The only place they communicated was in bed where, oddly enough, his lovemaking had taken on a tender, almost desperate turn. As though he knew ...