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times before. Why, then, did seeing her bare legs peeking out from beneath her skirt bring with it a flash of having those legs bracketing his hips? 
    “I didn’t mean to interrupt your call.”
    He shrugged. “It’s okay. Janey was only calling to give me an update on things.”
    “Oh.”
    When Megan didn’t say anything more, he turned away from her and began to gather his things in preparation for their departure. “Are you about ready to go? I figure we can meet Chloe and my parents downstairs for brunch before we head out.”
    She didn’t respond right away. “Paul?”
    “Hmm?” He didn’t look up, feeling the need to concentrate on what he was doing and not on her. 
    “Do you remember anything from last night?”
    That made him stop. He looked over at the bed, and then to the coffee table where the bottle of scotch sat, almost empty. “I guess I drank a little too much.” 
    She didn’t comment.
    Paul didn’t remember getting into bed last night. And, given the door had been open this morning, he figured Megan, at the very least, must have checked on him. Maybe she’d even helped him to the bed. Either way, she was clearly concerned. “Thanks for checking on me. I usually don’t go that overboard.”
    Megan took two steps toward him and then halted. He met her gaze and there was something there—behind her eyes—something he couldn’t understand. Before he could ask her, however, she turned around and headed back toward her room. “I’ll get my things and meet you in the hall.”
    He watched her disappear through the door, closing it behind her. For some reason, he felt as if he’d done something wrong, but for the life him, he couldn’t figure out what it was.

Chapter 4
    Megan tried her best to pay attention to what Chloe was saying as she sat next to her while they ate. As Megan had asked, Paul met her in the hallway outside their respective hotel rooms and they rode down in the elevator together. He didn’t say anything on the way down, but she could feel him looking over at her from time to time. It was tense, and Megan knew why, even if he didn’t. 
    They met Chloe and her grandparents downstairs in the lobby a little after ten. The little girl was wearing a new outfit Megan had never seen before. Megan guessed that Marilyn had been more prepared for last night’s sleepover than she’d let on. It was cute, and very Chloe.
    Paul loaded their luggage into the vehicle since he, Megan, and Chloe would be leaving immediately after brunch, and then joined the rest of the group in the hotel’s restaurant. It didn’t escape Megan’s notice that Paul sat as far away from her as possible, even though the chair right beside her was empty. Was he remembering, or was it only in response to the obvious tension that was hanging in the air between them? She couldn’t be sure.
    Chloe recounted everything she could remember about the wedding, the reception and, of course, her sleepover with her grandparents, more than once. Each time, she added something she’d forgotten the time before. Concentrating on what the little girl said was difficult, though, since Megan’s mind was still firmly set on what had happened with Paul the night before and what had—or hadn’t—happened this morning. 
    She was acutely aware of Paul on the other side of the table. She knew every time he took a drink of his water, or rubbed at his temple, trying to relieve the hangover she knew he must have. It took everything in her not to say or do something, but she knew he probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Especially in front of his family. 
    They were about halfway through their meal when Trent, Gage, and Rebecca joined them. Trent pulled out the chair beside Megan and plopped down. “Morning, sunshine.”
    Trent was a flirt, and normally Megan would laugh at his antics. She didn’t have it in her this morning. 
    He, of course, noticed. “What happened, and whose ass do I need to kick?”
    Luckily, he’d