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like hell. And you just fought off an asthma attack. If you don’t take care of yourself, Mom and Dad will have you moved back home in no time."
    Actually he liked that idea. Not that it should matter to him either way, but it did. He wasn’t about to stand by and watch her run herself into the ground. Or let her move to London for God’s sake. London?
    Already she was shaking her head. "I won’t move back to Seneca."
    "Why?" Damn stubborn woman.
    "I have my reasons."
    "Is this all because of us?" he braved.
    Her look singed him on the spot. "Us? You mean there’s actually an us now, Brayden?"
    He counted to five. "Not like that. What happened between us."
    She closed her eyes and an idea slammed into him. Pale, losing weight, off kilter. "Are you sick?"
    A small grin played at the corner of her mouth. "No, why?"
    He took a deep breath, then strangled out, "Are you pregnant?"

    Her eyes shot open. "What?"
    He watched her, watched the surprise in her eyes. "Are you pregnant?"
    The shocked look on her face, should have been enough, but it wasn’t. He’d been down this road before.
    "Would it matter if I was?" she asked quietly.
    His stomach rolled, fluttered, and twisted. "You’re coming home."
    She laughed. "God, Brayden. No."
    "Yes, you are."
    She cocked a brow. "Excuse me? First off, I’m not yours to order around and if you don’t like that, too damn bad. Two, if I was pregnant, I’d still tell you, though I might not move back home and three it hardly matters since I’m not pregnant."
    Relief warred with more disappointment than he’d expect. He stared at her, she seemed to be telling the truth.
    Her eyes narrowed. "I told you before, I’m not JaNell. Stop comparing me to her."
    Brayden blew out a breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You sure?"
    "Yes." She shook her head. "Yes, I’m sure."
    He shoved a hand through his hair. "Damn it, Christian. What am I supposed to think. You’re not acting right, losing weight and pale all the time and--"
    The knock at the door had him turning, but not before he’d noticed Christian jerk.
    Well, damn.
    Inwardly cursing the gods of timing, he walked to the door and mouthed through the glass to the couple.
    "Sorry, we’re closed." They nodded and moved on down the walkway.
    What had Christian so jumpy and contemplating moving an ocean away? And what was with the past revelations? He’d learned more of her past in the last few minutes than in the years he’d known her.
    He glanced at Christian. Her gray eyes flashed with a hidden challenge, for a moment overshadowing the fear he was certain he’d caught in their depths.
    "Where were we?"
    Christian walked to him and slid around, unlocking the door. "I should have just gone home. I’m leaving."
    He put his hand on the door above the lock. "We’re not through."

    She turned those haunted gray eyes on him. Leaning up on her toes, she kissed his cheek and said, "Yes, Brayden, we are."
    His gut tightened. Hell.
    Brayden grabbed his long woolen coat off the antique rack, shrugged into it, and cut all but the track lights. He watched her as she walked out the door. Christian was normally quite, composed--graceful came to mind usually. But not today. He frowned and caught her quick look over her shoulder out to the street, the tight way she held herself, the way she held her keys in her fist, the metal keys bladed out from between her fingers. But always the darted looks, almost as though she were afraid of.... Of what? Or who?
    His eyes locked with Christian’s and something tightened within him even as he knew she wouldn’t welcome him. And he couldn’t really blame her.
    The cold November air swirled down the street. For a minute more he held Christian’s smoky stare until the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind turned and walked to her car. At his own vehicle, he opened the door but his eyes kept watching her.
    Again, she glanced around, looking over her shoulder.
    What was with her?
    It didn’t matter.