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far as she could get. She really hadn’t provided the information. This wasn’t her plan; someone else had gotten them together. She had made a new life for herself . . . There were flowers in a vase on a table. Roses. Red and white. Jaimie’s favorite.
    Jealousy burst like a dam, flooding him with poisonous rage, a dark red stain that spread fast, gripping like a demon. She’d killed him when she disappeared, left him half a man and damn her, she’d just moved on as if he wasn’t part of her heart and soul the way she was his.
    “Is there a fucking man living here with you?” He bit out each word. Wrenched the sounds between gritted teeth.
    “I’m not doing this with you. I told you I wanted a family, Mack.”
    “We were a family. We are a family. It’s always been us.” And what the hell did that mean exactly? He continued to look around the spacious floor for signs of another man.
    “Do you remember what you said to me when I asked about getting pregnant?”
    “I told you it was fine.”
    She shook her head. “That is not what you said, Mack. First you looked angry and you demanded to know if I was pregnant. When I didn’t answer you, you said if I was pregnant, we’d handle it.”
    “Well, we would have.”
    “ Handle it? That’s not wanting a family, Mack. That’s making the best of a bad situation; or worse, maybe your handling it was to suggest an abortion.”
    “Damn it, Jaimie, I would never suggest you get rid of our baby. Is that what you thought? You know me better than that.”
    “I thought I knew you. I thought we both wanted the same thing out of our relationship. It was a shock when I discovered I was wrong.” She shrugged. “I handled it. But it’s best if we don’t see each other.”
    “Because we belong together.” There was smug satisfaction in his voice.
    “Because we aren’t good for each other.” There was finality in her tone.
    “Jaimie, are you happy?” Everything in him stilled. Waited. Her answer would determine his fate. He wouldn’t ruin what Jaimie had if it was really what she wanted. Jaimie would never lie. She might avoid the question, but it wasn’t in her to lie. He knew her too well.
    The tip of her tongue touched her lip. She blew on her tea, avoiding his eyes. “You didn’t need a family, Mack. I was always surprised that so many didn’t. I wanted desperately to belong. That was why I joined you in the first place and later did undercover work. I needed to belong somewhere, to feel I was part of something. I haven’t found that yet, but I will. At least I know what’s important to me and I’m going after it.” She flashed him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll be all right.”
    Everything in him settled again. If she wasn’t happy, that meant he had a chance. It might be a slim one, but he was a GhostWalker and he thrived on slim chances.
    “I’m coming back. I have to go to work, Jaimie, but I’m coming back. If you have another man in your life, get rid of him. He isn’t making you happy.”
    Her eyes flashed again, tiny sparks. He felt the answer in his gut. He had never been able to stop his response to her, and since his psychic enhancement, the pull between them was electric. He remembered her as a teenager, a young girl, all eyes and hair and that awesome mouth. When she smiled she could make the sun rise. He’d never met anyone else as intelligent. She could keep up with him on any subject, her mind quick, like the computers she loved so much. He’d spent hours just talking to her back then, watching the animation on her face, knowing she was his—that she’d always been his.
    Very carefully she set the teacup onto the sink, more to keep from throwing it at him than to prevent him from seeing her hands shake. “I’m not starting up with you again, Mack. It took too much out of me. I loved seeing all of you. I’ve felt terribly alone these past couple of years, but I can’t go there again. I’m asking