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muttered, found his keys and followed her down to the parking garage. They didn't speak, or touch.
    "Someday," she said to him as she got into her car. "You'll see that it's Jack, not you." Craig frowned at her.
    "I already know that Suzanne. Trust me." He bit back anything really mean, fired up the bike and roared out onto the downtown street, his head and body buzzing with missed opportunity and bad timing. Story of his fucking life.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Six Weeks Later
    Jack jumped out of the car in front of Sara's condo, gave a quick knock then opened the door. Floor-to-ceiling boxes and loud rock music assaulted his senses. He wandered into the kitchen, found her sitting at the table, staring into the middle distance. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Your feast, Madame." He dropped the bananas, chocolate ice cream and can of lemonade on the table. He'd been stopping by just about every night for the last couple of weeks, bringing her the snacks she craved which she could actually have – potato chips, jalapeños, and iced coffee being the forbidden ones.
    She glanced up at him, then down at the food. "Thanks." Her voice sounded thin. He put a hand on her shoulder.
    "You okay babe?"
    "Sure, just out of breath. You'd think I hadn't spent the last twenty years or so working out every single damn day. I'm like a rookie at a fat farm." She still had a bunch of silverware clutched in her hand. He reached down and pried them out of her grip, setting them in the nearest open box. She sighed and put her feet up in the chair.
    "No more climbing ladders. You promised." He admonished her, not kidding as he folded the stepladder up and put it away. "Not after last month's adventure."
    Sara put her head on her arms. "Yeah, I know. Poor Craig." Jack laughed. His friend Suzanne had ripped him a new one over that.
    "Can you keep your baby-mama out of my new boyfriend's life or what Gordon?" He still smiled at the concept – his firebrand friend and the calm, smooth Mr. Robinson.
    "She could be your boyfriend's baby-mama you know," he'd reminded her and had narrowly missed getting brained by a flying beer mug. As it was he'd helped her clean up the mess against the bar wall. Later they'd sat and gotten slowly drunk together, like old times, but now with an entirely new set of problems and complications.
    "I really, really like him," she'd slurred, leaning on his bicep at the bar. He'd kissed the top of her newly shorn hair.
    "And I'm sure he feels the same. He'd be insane not to. You deserve it, doll." And she did. She'd had a hell of a ride with that asshole of an ex-husband. Then, rushing in with Blake so quickly after that had nearly torn her apart, especially when she ended it. He'd made a mental note to talk to Craig, give him a bit of a heads up about what happened.
    Now, it seemed, he had Sara to himself once again. But for her damnable desire to keep him as "My Friend Jack." To distract himself he taped up a few boxes, labeled them then found a beer in her fridge. He leaned against the counter and gazed at her.
    "You look amazing." It had taken him a solid three months to work his way back into her life. The time and energy she spent aggressively ignoring him and Craig as her pregnancy progressed after that first horrifically shocking conversation was admirable. But they'd worn her down. Given the medical crises she kept having, she had no choice but to rely on them a little. By the time her parents had moved back to town and installed themselves firmly in her life, he nearly gave up. However, a late night call from her brother convinced him otherwise. A surprising ally to be sure, but Jack would take it. And then there were those Lamaze classes... He grinned at the sight of her, lush, full, and ripe. His balls positively ached from lack of use, but he'd made a vow to himself. One he planned to keep.
    She lifted her shirt, making him nearly breathless with a weird, possessiveness tinged with lust. "Really, then