ONE Six Months Later Janey stood in front of the hostess station, her expression carefully bland, her body controlled. She’d learned a lot about control in the past five months. And it had prepared her for this night, she was certain. Alex Jansen. It took more strength than she’d ever imagined she could have to look him in the eye, to smile. “Alex, your table is waiting.” She smiled her bland smile, deliberately met his gaze, then nodded to his companion. Some slinky blond thing dressed as though she were in New York City rather than Kentucky. A black calf-length silk gown? Give her a break. Where did he find this one? It was anger. She knew it was. Facing Alex again, after the events that happened six months before, wasn’t easy. It was damned hard. “Janey, you’re looking well.” His sensual, wide lips quirked at one side. Full lips. Did he even remember touching those lips to hers when she all but begged? “And you’re looking like you’re healing well.” She collected two menus. “I’m taking very good care of him,” the Marilyn Monroe wannabe cooed with pouty red lips. “Good.” She shot them another cool, polite smile. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your table.” “You did reserve us one of