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thing he needed was for her to start in about the supposed baby she was carrying.
    Brooke bit her lip and continued caressing her own body. She decided she could have him on the jet tomorrow and join the mile high club.
    “I suppose you’re right,” she said as she placed both her hands on her abdomen. “With our own baby coming on top of the loss of your father, I hadn’t thought how stressed you might be. At least lie down and let me rub your back.”
    Max dropped his head and sighed.
    “I need to walk for a while Brooke, think things through. I want to keep the news of the baby between us. Mama doesn’t need to get her hopes up right now.”
    He turned to leave but she hurried over and held him in her arms.
    “It’s okay, Max, darling. You have a lot to think about now. I won’t make demands and I won’t say a word about our little one. But soon you’ll have to make me and our baby your top priority.”
    Brooke pulled his head down and kissed him, but he stepped away. Rhys stood in the shadows of the hallway a moment longer before continuing down the hall.
    So Brooke was going to have a baby. Funny Max didn’t mention that fact earlier. And that he refused to make love to her when any normal man would have hit it just on the general principle, grieving or not.
    It had to be because of Cyn. Max had warned him against bringing Brooke here because he’d been seeking solace with his old high school sweetheart and had fallen in love. Happened to the best of them. How was Max going to handle Brooke, though? They were returning to New York tomorrow and Max hadn’t said a word to him. Or to their mother. No mention of a baby and the news of their engagement had been a surprise.
    Something told him his brother was in over his head and damage control would distract him from the family business. Rhys smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer until his dreams became reality.
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    C yn soaked in her tub until the water was tepid and the bubbles had lost their enthusiasm. She had lingered in the memory of Max’s hands and lips, the feel of the truck against her back making her recall those hot summer nights of her youth before he thrust himself deep inside her turning her world upside down in the space of a few seconds.
    She wasn’t the least bit concerned with Brooke. She and Max had undeniable chemistry. Cyn knew Max had never made love to Brooke anywhere more exciting than a penthouse suite. She was just a little too precious for more than that.
    She stretched her long, tan, muscled legs and laughed at the idea of her Max married to that princess from the Upper East Side. Max was the whole package, as at home in hiking unknown trails as he was making those high stakes deals and growing the King fortune four times over. The last thing he needed was a grasping woman.
    His tender touches and the lust in the garage told her all she needed to know. Max would stay in Belleport and they could travel the world, always having roots when they decided to come back home.
    She thought back to Brooke asking her to help with the wedding. The poor dear hadn’t realized her offer was merely a plea that Cyn understood quite well.
    Stay away from my man may as well have been written across her pretty little forehead.
    Cyn dried herself slowly, imagining her hands were his strong, gentle ones. She closed her eyes and allowed her hand to linger where his fingers and lips had promised more than just memories of a love strengthened by time.
    The kiss he had placed on her forehead. When he said someone inside might see they were in love. Cyn breathed deeply to calm her racing heart. Those words had been a surprise. To hear his husky voice admit what was between them.
    She walked slowly across her bedroom and glanced out into the darkness wondering what tomorrow would bring. She didn’t want to go near the Kings for a few days but she did promise Amelia she would help plan the high school winter formal.
    She sighed and shook her head.