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books to read the spines. She had one on Celtic lore, one on yoga, and the latest Stephen King novel.
    â€œYoga?”
    It was like him, just exactly like him, to home in on the one thing that she found moderately embarrassing. “So?”
    â€œNothing. Just can’t see you assuming the dragonfly position or whatever.” He narrowed his eyes, and something appealingly wicked moved into the blue. “On second thought . . .”
    â€œHaven’t you got anything better to do than skulking around the library waiting to accost and annoy me?”
    â€œI wasn’t skulking, and hauling your books isn’t accosting.” He matched his stride to hers with the ease of long familiarity. “It’s not the first time I’ve walked you home.”
    â€œSomehow I’ve managed to find my way without you the last several years.”
    â€œYou’ve managed a lot of things. How’s your dad doing?”
    She bit back a vicious remark because she knew, for all his many flaws, that Jordan asked the question out of a sincere concern. Joe Steele and Jordan Hawke had gotten on like white on rice.
    â€œHe’s good. He’s doing good. The move to Arizona was what he needed. He and Liz have a nice place, a nice life. He’s taken up baking.”
    â€œBaking? Like cakes? Joe bakes cakes?”
    â€œAnd scones and fancy bread.” She couldn’t stop the smile. The thought of her father, big, macho Joe, in an apron whipping up cake batter got her every time. “I get a care package every couple of months. First few contributions made excellent doorstops, but in the last year or so he’s found his rhythm. He makes good stuff.”
    â€œGive him my best next time you talk to him.”
    She shrugged. She didn’t intend to mention Jordan Hawke’s name, unless it was in a curse. “End of the road,” she said when they reached the door of her apartment building.
    â€œI want to come in.”
    â€œNot in this or any other lifetime.” She reached for the books, he swung them out of reach. “Cut it out, Jordan. We’re not ten.”
    â€œWe have things to talk about.”
    â€œNo, we don’t.”
    â€œYes, we do. And stop making me feel like I’m ten.” He hissed out a breath, prayed for patience. “Look, Dana, we’ve got a history. Let’s deal with it like grown-ups.”
    Damn if he would so much as hint that she was being immature. The pinhead. “Okay, here’s how we’ll deal with it. Give me my books and go away.”
    â€œDid you listen to what Rowena said last night?” There was an edge in the tone now, one that warned her a good, sweaty argument was brewing. “Did you pay any attention? Your past, present, and future. I’m part of your past. I’m part of this.”
    â€œIn my past is just where you’re going to stay. I wasted two years of my life on you. But that’s done. Can’t you stand it, Jordan? Can’t your enormous ego handle the fact that I got over you? Way over you.”
    â€œThis isn’t about my ego, Dana.” He handed her back her books. “But it sure as hell seems to be about yours. You know where to find me when you’re ready.”
    â€œI don’t want to find you,” she murmured when he strode away.
    Damn it, it wasn’t like him to walk away from a fight. She’d seen the temper on his face, heard it in his voice. Since when had he yanked the snarling beast back and hauled it off?
    She had been primed for the argument, and now she had nowhere to vent her spleen. That was very, very nasty.
    Inside her apartment, she dumped her books on the table and headed straight for the Ben and Jerry’s. Soon she was soothing her ruffled feathers with a pint of cookie dough straight out of the carton.
    â€œBastard. Sneaky bastard, getting me all riled up and skulking off. These calories are his fault.”
    She