Lori and Tony Karayianni.xcept for use in any review， the reproduction ork In whole or in part in any form by any electronic，means， now known or hereafter invented， includingpying and recording， or in any information storages forbidden without the written permission of theEnterprises Limited， 225 Duncan Mill Road，~lneda M3B 3K9. book have no existence outside the imagination of no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the sameBy are not even distantly inspired by any individualto the author， and all incidents are pure invention.ed by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.~tarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated withthe United States Patent and Trademark Office， the Office and in other countries.w~ceonet1JUST THINKING about Marc McCoy made Melanie Webertingle with need. Even now. Especially now. She slid her palms over the thick silk of the traditionalwedding dress she was being fitted for. It was ironic， re-ally. She had never thought of her relationship with Marcin the traditional sense. Still， she had expected they d al-ways be together. Always be partners. Always be lovers. But that was three months ago. Before she realized Marccould never love her. Before she was injured in the line ofduty. Before she found out she was pregnant. ~VIelanie reluctantly opened her eyes， then tugged herhands away from the wedding dress. A pinpoint of guilt sta~ed in her stomach and slowly spread through the rest of her body. The last person she should be thinking about was Marc McCoy. She d carefully tucked him in the past the day Craig had generously offered to solve both their problems by proposing to her. She owed it to Craig to keep focused on their plans for the future. She owed it to herself to keep her thoughts away from the past and ali that could never be. Still she recognized the churning signs of panic that had been swirling in her since she and Craig had picked up their marriage license that morning. She d felt the same way the day she had faced her mother to tell her that she wasn t majoring in business， as her mother so wanted. Only now she suspected hormones were more to blame for her anxiety---she hoped. She turned slightly to view her profile. Funny， her jum- bled thoughts didn t keep her from longing to wear a dress