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how long I’d been running when I came upon a park. Open area off to one side, a playground in the corner closest to me, and a lake on the far corner. And right in front of me, a blond standing off to the side of the playground. She was facing it, watching as she talked on her phone, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun. Hazel eyes that I’d been thinking of for five days since she’d stormed out of the restaurant.
    Knowing I was probably the last person she wanted to see, and not having the best morning so far, I considered running in another direction so I wouldn’t be tempted to talk to her. But she looked quickly over to me before doing a double take. Her mouth forming a perfect O as recognition settled over her face.
    There was no way I wasn’t stopping now.
    Slowing down as I approached her, I noticed her eyes kept darting between me and the kids using the playground, and I wondered which one was her son.
    “Reagan,” I said, and tried to catch my breath.
    She didn’t respond, but I could hear a woman ask through her phone, “Who’s that?”
    Reagan floundered for a second, and I almost told her my name, but I didn’t want to let on that I could hear her friend. “Um, uh, it’s Keegan’s friend from the army. The one from the coffee sh—”
    She hadn’t gotten the rest of the word out when the other voice said excitedly, “The hot Asian?”
    I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing and had to turn away from her for a second when I saw her cheeks stain red.
    “I, uh, I have to go.” She quickly tapped on her phone and shoved it in her back pocket before running her hands over her cheeks.
    I wanted to tell her they were as red as she feared, but knew she was embarrassed enough.
    “Uh . . . hi, Coen.”
    “So you do know my name?” I asked, teasing her.
    “Why are you here?”
    I looked around, and back on the trail I’d come from. “This trail goes right past my backyard. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at work or something?”
    Her eyes darted back to the playground, and she licked her lips like she was nervous. “My uh—my office shuts down every first and third Friday of the month.”
    “Sounds like an awesome job.”
    “Perks of working for a local company, I guess.” Her eyes went back to the playground for a second. “I should probably go.”
    Not looking away from her, I nodded my head in the direction of the play equipment. “Which one is your son?”
    Reagan’s entire body froze, and the hand that had been brushing back her long hair stopped mid-action. “Who told you I have a son?” her voice was now careful and defensive.
    “Your brother. Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Keegan,” she grumbled, but her body relaxed. “It’s fine, I just didn’t know you knew. I should have figured since you used to be roommates . . . I just—I don’t—”
    “You don’t let a lot of people into your son’s life, I know. I don’t blame you.”
    Her eyes had hardened at first, but widened with my last statement. “I don’t know whether to be pissed that you know all this about me, or curious as to why you don’t blame me.”
    Grabbing the shirt from where it’d been hanging at my side, I ran it over my face and chest, and noticed her eyes followed the path. They lingered on the tattoos on my chest before slowly drifting over my arms. But her face gave nothing away; for all I knew, they could disgust her.
    “In all fairness to your brother,” I started, and her eyes snapped back up to mine, “he didn’t tell me anything about you or your son until the day I got out. All I’d known was he was always going back home to be with the two of you. I finally asked him.”
    “And what all did he tell you?” The defensive tone was back, and I fought a smile. Reagan was cute when she got all protective.
    “Not much, but enough for me to admire you and your strength.”
    From the way her head jerked slightly back and her eyelids blinked rapidly, she