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conversation over dinner tonight? Chinese food at your place?”
    “Uh, Brody might still be there,” I said, crossing to my desk. I picked up the phone, and asked my assistant to hold the call for a minute.
    “What do you mean he might be there? You don’t know for sure?”
    “No, I didn’t want to ask what his plans might be, so I just kind of left it up to him.”
    Macy narrowed her eyes, looking annoyed as she reached for her purse. “No worries, we can eat somewhere else. I’ll call you later.”
     
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    Brody
     
    I was sitting on Riley’s couch, eating a bag of potato chips and watching an action flick, when my favorite little hellion stormed in, looking as if she were ready to wage war. I’d known Macy since she was a little girl, and I still saw her as the cute little thing with a button nose who’d cried her eyes out when I cruelly told her Santa wasn’t real.
    “Hey, girlie. What’re you doing here?”
    She fisted her hand on her hip, spitting fire with those blazing blue eyes that made tough guys weak in the knees. “What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?”
    I pointed at the TV. “Watching a movie. Having a snack.” I held out the bag of sour cream and onion chips. “Want one?”
    “No, I don’t want one,” she said, slapping the bag away.
    I shrugged and grabbed another handful before setting the bag on the coffee table.
    “What I want is an explanation.”
    “About?” I crunched away, then she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Hey, it was just getting to the good part!”
    “If you don’t pay attention, you’re going to be a headline on the six o’clock news tonight because I’m going to push you off the balcony.”
    I chuckled at the threat. Macy was about five feet tall and a hundred pounds. I didn’t think she could throw her twenty-pound cat off the balcony, much less a two-hundred-twenty pound guy.
    “You think this is funny?” she demanded, tapping her little foot against the polished hardwood floor.
    “No,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “Not at all.” I leaned forward, propping my elbow on my knees as I debated whether she’d go ballistic if I made a grab for the chip bag. “Tell me what’s got you so bent out of shape.”
    “The way you’re treating my sister, for starters.”
    Okay, that got my attention. “What’s that supposed to mean? I haven’t done anything to Riley.”
    “You mean aside from breaking her heart?”
    I’d beaten myself up about that enough already, but Macy had every right to get her shots in too. She loved Riley and wanted to protect her. I’d have reacted the same way if I thought someone was playing one of my brothers.
    “Okay,” I said, brushing chip crumbs off my jeans. “Let me have it. Take your best shot.”
    “Why are you here?” she asked, her voice deadly quiet. “You guys broke up. So what makes you think you have the right to run to her every time you have a problem?”
    “I don’t run to her every time I have a problem. Just this time.” It wasn’t the first time I’d wanted to reach out to her since Colorado. I’d been fighting the urge every damn day. But something about seeing the old man had driven me right back into her arms.
    “How long are you staying?” she asked, perching on the end of a chair.
    “I don’t know. I have another event in a couple of days.” For the first time in my life, I wasn’t itching to get back out on the road. Being here, surrounded by Riley’s things- her scent, her favorite clothes, and my memories- made me more content than I’d been in a long time.
    “Don’t you know what it does to her when you breeze in and out of her life like this?” Macy asked, dropping her purse behind her on the chair. “It kills her. It’s not fair for you to keep jerking her around like this, Brody. For once, think about someone other than yourself!”
    I covered my face with my hands, not because I was ashamed of my actions, though I was, but