First do no harm

Excerpt

Tess held her breath. He's going to pop the question ... again. I can feel it.

And just like the last three times, she'd have to say no.

Rick looked at her. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've asked you here."

"It had crossed my mind," Tess told him. "Especially since this is definitely not you." She gestured at the elegant surroundings. Chez Armand was the finest French restaurant in town, and Rick hated everything French. The food, the people, the music. Something was definitely up. "Well?" She speared a forkful of salad. "Are you going to keep me in suspense all night?"

"No," he said, reaching into his dinner jacket.

Oh, God, here it comes. The ring. How will I wiggle out of— Her fork hit the plate when her hand convulsed.

He'd set a key on the table—the one to her condo— and pushed it in her direction. "It's over," he said. "I've fallen in love with someone else."