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“Of course.”

Aud gave her a long look. “Actually, Henrietta intimated Derian was behind it.”

Emily’s face grew hot. So much for keeping her relationship with Derian private. All she had to do was hear her name and she telegraphed exactly how she felt about her. “Ah, that’s kind of her.”

Aud laughed. “Derian is many wonderful and infuriating things, including kind, but I don’t think that’s what motivated her this time. She knew I’d give this more than just the normal business-as-usual attention.”

“Personal attention.”

“Yes.”

Emily studied the beautiful, sophisticated woman. She seemed exactly the kind of woman Derian would choose for a friend, or a lover. Had Derian discussed their relationship? And if she had, what did it matter. “I appreciate that.”

“We’re friends, Derian and I,” Aud said quietly, as if answering some unspoken question.

“But you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Emily asked, much preferring straightforward conversations to roundabout word games. And being on a level field with Aud, if all that meant was being honest, seemed important now that they were to have more than a passing acquaintance. Derian was part of their lives—even if Derian was part of her past now. The feelings remained, and she didn’t want to hide them.

Aud gave a short, hard laugh. “My whole life.”

“Does she know that?”

“Oh, I’m sure she does. And she loves me, in her way. In the only way she can.” Aud shrugged, her expression amused and a little sad. “We can’t help who we love, or who we don’t. Derian isn’t in love…with me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“Isn’t it?” Aud said lightly.

“No. Especially now, but really not ever. Derian’s relationships are not my concern.”

“Really? If she was my lover, I’d put a big sign around her neck—no trespassing.”

Emily laughed and shook her head. “She’s not my lover.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But she wants to be sure you’re here when she gets back.”

Emily ignored the quick fluttering of her heart. Aud didn’t know that. Neither did she, and she couldn’t let herself get drawn into false hope. She’d had years of wishing reality could be changed and wouldn’t be crippled by futile longings again. “I’m glad you’re handling this.”

Aud leaned forward, pulling the laptop into range. “All right then. Let’s see about getting your immigration situation straightened out.”

Emily listened, provided what information she could, and tried not to panic. Aud knew what she was doing—everything would work out. It had to.

“That’s it for now,” Aud said after half an hour. “I’ll be in touch as soon as we start filing the preliminary forms. I’ll push it as fast as I can.”