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don’t have time for this right now.”
    Gavin’s olive skin seemed to grow a shade paler. He propped himself up against the edge of the door. “I’m a little upset myself.”
    “Look, if you have a problem with the review, take it up with my editor. Every word was valid and—what’s the matter?”
    He ran one hand through his hair. Oaky brown strands flopped across his forehead. “Can I sit down for a minute?”
    She opened her mouth to tell him no, but he moved through her apartment and settled on the sofa. Odd, he looked almost sick as he stared at the toddler. Almost as if…
    Understanding dawned. He thought Stephen was hers! The humor of the situation put her back in a good mood. Good. He believed she had a husband tucked away in the back room and a full, happy life. The faster she got him out of here, the better off she’d be. He’d never bother her again. His monstrous ego probably shuddered at the thought she’d moved on without him.
    “Are you happy?”
    Miranda sucked in her breath as she caught the look on his face. Raw hunger. As if he wished the child was theirs. But of course, she was imagining things. Gavin told her many times he didn’t want children. Another reason she’d never told him the truth or tried to contact him.
    She opened her mouth to tell the truth but the doorbell rang.
    Miranda took a deep breath and let Andy in. “Hey, sorry I’m late, but Laura’s dance class ran over— Oops, didn’t know you had company.”
    “Gavin stopped by to discuss a few things.”
    Andy gave him a nod, then crouched and held out his arms. “Come here, buddy.”
    The toddler ran toward his father and flung himself into the embrace. Andy swung him up, the look of fatherly pride gleaming in his eyes, but she made sure not to glance back. “You better get going if you want to have enough time at the zoo.”
    “Was he any trouble?”
    She absently rubbed her head and grinned. “Of course not, he’s an absolute angel.”
    Andy laughed. “You’re a great liar. Come on buddy, time to see the animals.”
    “Aminals! Bye, Manda.”
    She gave the child a kiss and shut the door behind them. Then slowly turned around.
    Electricity pulsed and crackled through the air. One very tall, very pissed off male rose from the couch and closed the distance between them. She watched in fascination as he stopped right before her. His jaw clenched with tension. “You should have told me.”
    Her eyes widened. “You come storming into my apartment, make the assumption Stephen is mine, and you’re mad at me? You didn’t even give me a minute to tell the truth.”
    He frowned. “You know what I thought.”
    “What’s the matter, Gavin? Did you really believe I’ve wasted the past few years waiting for you to contact me again? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’ve moved on with my life. Now get out.”
    “Soon. Why did you do a review on my family’s restaurant?”
    She moved away and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the kettle with unsteady fingers, she filled the pot with water and flicked on the flame. “All of my reviews aren’t planned. I do many impromptu visits.”
    He followed. “Why do I have an idea you didn’t plan to write up Mia Casa until our encounter?”
    Miranda focused on her soothing ritual. She took down a box of green tea bags, hoping the magical healing qualities of the herbs soothed her. One delicate teacup embroidered with roses clicked on the small plate. Sugar, milk, lemon. The tea set was an antique find in a second-hand shop and came from royalty. She liked to imagine a queen sipping the brew with ladylike restraint, her emotions firmly in check as she relaxed within the constraints of tradition.
    God, how she longed to be that person. God, how hard she’d tried to change. “Does this really matter? What do you really want, Gavin?”
    “I want you to do another review.”
    She removed the kettle and poured. Fragrant puffs of smoke rose from the cups. She picked one up and handed