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her, but by the conversation, by the way he looked at her and really seemed to see her. Listen to her.
    Molly turned around, and there he was. Linc. Looking exactly—well, almost exactly—like he had that night.
    He stood in the hall beside a cherry-paneled door labeled “Conference Room,” a second man she barely noticed by his side. All she saw was Linc, wearing a tailored navy suit that on another man would have looked merely handsome. But on Linc, the suit gave him an air of power. At his full six-foot-two height, he commanded the wide hallways of Curtis Systems.
    “What are you doing here?” he asked.
    Now or never. She took a step forward. “Looking for you.”
    Surprise lit his features. The man beside him looked from Molly to Linc, then back again, clearly curious. With an almost imperceptible flick of his hand, Linc dismissed the other man, who shot Linc a grin, then said something about a meeting and headed off down the corridor.
    “Why?” Linc said, taking a step forward and lowering his voice. “I thought we agreed not to see each other again.”
    Whatever Hollywood reunion she’d secretly hoped to have, with Linc being glad to see her, deflated in that moment, in the neutral tone in his voice. Molly’s hand strayed protectively to her abdomen, and she decided there was no way she was going to drop the pregnancy bombshell. Not now. “You were actually the one who told me to look you up if I ever got to Vegas again. Well, I’m in Vegas…and looking you up.”
    “I…” He thought a second, and in the flash of that moment she panicked, sure she’d done the wrong thing. “I did. But I had no idea you’d actually take me up on the offer.”
    She’d come all this way, thinking she could walk into Linc’s life, take him up on that job offer he’d thrown out the night they met, tell him about the baby, and in the process get to know him—
    And it was all falling apart right before her eyes. The tears that had been a constant companion ever since she’d left the doctor’s office threatened again at the back of her eyes, but Molly refused to let them win.
    She thought of the baby, and a fierce need to take care of the child to come rose within her. She had to find a job. Immediately. No matter what it took.
    Linc had made that offer. She had heard him. This could work.
    It would work.
    “I realize I’ve just dropped in on you out of the blue,” she said, wanting only to get out of there, before the tears won or Linc said something else that fractured her composure, but refusing to give up just yet. “And this might be a bad time, so perhaps we can schedule a time to talk.”
    “Is there something about that night I should know?” His voice had dropped nearly to a whisper.
    Here was her chance to tell him the truth. She opened her mouth to say I’m pregnant , then shut it again.
    Linc’s reaction thus far to her presence hadn’t exactly spelled overjoyed. He’d been terse, short. Almost…annoyed. She hadn’t really expected the Hollywood reaction—him sweeping her into his arms and kissing her passionately—but something a little more enthusiastic would have done a lot for her peace of mind. The pregnancy had already knocked her off center, and to have Linc react as if she was a fly in his soup—
    She didn’t need one more stress. Not now. Besides, the last place she wanted to share news like this was in a hall outside a conference room. She’d wait for a better time. One when perhaps Linc had come around to the shock of seeing her again.
    Surely that was all it was, shock. Not dismay. Or disappointment.
    “No,” she said finally. “I was simply taking you up on your offer of a job.”
    “Job offer?”
    Oh, damn. Now he did look confused. She shouldn’t have come. Definitely should have stayed in San Diego. But she kept on talking, as if saying more would fix an already messy situation. “The one you made about that children’s software program you were planning to launch?”