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much work.
    “You look scared, Beckett.”
    He laughed, though it didn’t come out as smooth as he intended. “Not at all. I like work. The more the better.”
    “Mmm hmm.” She smiled. “And how about the apron? Do you like that?”
    “Uh…” Damn. What was he supposed to say? No, he didn’t like it. It wasn’t manly. It was for a girl. But he wasn’t going to tell her that. “It’s…a nice color.”
    “How about icing cakes? And flowers?”
    Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and he crossed his arms. “What are you talking about?”
    She poked him in the shoulder. “I know something is going on.”
    He kept his expression even. “What do you mean?”
    “You don’t really want to be here decorating cookies with me and wearing a girly apron. Whose idea was it?”
    Another trick question. “Nobody’s idea. I mean, my idea because Leah wasn’t going to be here. I’m happy to help. Really.”
    “I appreciate it, Beckett. I do.” She sighed. “But I have a feeling all this has been orchestrated.”
    She knew. How did she know? Had Poppy told her? Did that mean she knew how he felt, too?
    “I…” He didn’t know what to say. It was even harder to find words when he wore a polka-dot apron and had a rolling pin in hand.
    “You guys think I can’t handle it, right?” Anna’s eyes looked wounded. “I know you guys care, but I’m okay. I don’t need the extra help. I don’t need you all checking in on me to make sure I’m okay. It’s been more than six months. I’m moving on, and I’m okay.”
    He released a breath. She thought they felt sorry for her or that they were keeping an eye on her. That’s all. It should have relieved him, but it didn’t because of how she was looking at him.
    “It’s not that,” he said.
    “Sure it isn’t.”
    “Really, Anna. Shit, I–” He broke off. Was he just supposed to come out with it? Tell her how he felt? Tell her the plan? It would probably make this better. But what if she didn’t feel the same way?
    Her cell phone buzzed from inside her pocket. She pulled it out and pressed the screen. He watched as her eyes zoomed over a message, then flashed up to his.
    “Something wrong?” he asked.
    Anna tucked her cell phone back in her pocket. “No, nothing. It’s fine. Just an email from a friend.”
    It didn’t feel true, but he accepted her answer. None of his business. But damn, now the moment had passed and he was stuck again. She didn’t bring up him helping anymore and seemed lost in her own thoughts, instructing him about the decorating with an almost robotic voice.
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    Anna had already opened a bottle of wine by the time Poppy got home. Their two-bedroom apartment was only a few blocks from Main Street, on the top floor of a modern complex built within the last five years. Despite the apartment being small, it had a balcony with a view that made the whole place worthwhile.
    Mountains. Trees for miles.
    Probably the only other spot in town that had a view better than hers was Beckett’s place.
    As she listened to the jingle of Poppy’s keys from her place on the couch, Anna rubbed a hand over her eyes. Why was she thinking about Beckett again? She sighed. It was just because she’d been spending so much time with him. Jillian probably put him up to it. Or her mother. Maybe even Poppy.
    But she couldn’t get that image of him wearing an apron out of her mind. Or the idea of all the muscles beneath it. And more, the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled or the way he always seemed to be there when she needed someone.
    She always went for the guys like Tom. Confident. Bordering on cocky. Sometimes even flashy. Why hadn’t she ever thought about someone like Beckett before now?
    “Please tell me you saved some for me,” Poppy said, leaning over the back of the couch to give Anna a smile.
    Anna pointed to their tiny kitchen, one not nearly big enough for the baking she enjoyed doing there. “On the counter.”
    Poppy’s short heels