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you took any pain medication?”
    Having two broken wrists hurt, right? Wait a minute . . . “What were you doing while out with Lucas?” What had Drew been up to that had him close to passing out from pain? “Drew?”
    “I’m not telling you anything. It’s none of your business anymore.”
    He headed straight for their bedroom. No, Emma couldn’t think like that. There was no “theirs” anymore. Even with a child to connect them, they weren’t a couple.
    She went after him. Please don’t let him be passed out on the floor.
    She found him on the bed fully clothed with his feet dangling off the edge. He still had his shoes on. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched him sleep.
    Something had bothered her since she’d heard Drew was in town, isolating himself in his place. Where was his girlfriend, Tess? And why hadn’t he manned-up and returned his part of the necklace rather than leaving it at Emma’s father’s gravesite?
    That damn necklace. Since she’d found it, she’d removed the key from the chain that had belonged to him and placed it on hers. Now the key and heart lock belonged to Emma. Had it always been like that? Was Drew’s heart never fully in their relationship?
    Tears stinging her eyes at a possibility she’d rather not think about, she rushed out of the house and went to sit on the stairs, next to the luggage she’d forgotten about.
    Mid-afternoon sunlight filtered in through the spaces where the trees didn’t meet. Beneath her, the wooden step was cool. Stretching her short legs in front of her, she pulled her cell phone out of her sweater’s pocket and dialed.
    “Hello.”
    “Hey, Chris.” She passed a trembling hand over her brow.
    She shouldn’t be doing this, sneaking off to ride. But she needed a release like no one’s business. And her obstetrician had given her the okay to do limited riding after she’d made it past the first trimester.
    “Can you pick me up at seven tomorrow morning, my place?” Drew was a late riser while she was a morning person. She’d walk to her place, meet Chris and be back at Drew’s by the time he got up at nine.
    “Sure thing. Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, dandy. Why?”
    “You sound down in the dumps.”
    “I just need a few grabs on the track. A rough ride to get my mind off things, you know?”
    “Drew again, huh?”
    “How’d you guess?”
    “Come on, Em, the guy’s got a firm hold on you. So firm, even I can’t compete.”
    She laughed. Chris had nailed it. How could she move forward with any guy when they couldn’t compare to sexy, funny, tender—but currently a jerk—Drew?
    “So we ride tomorrow,” Chris reassured. “He might be the man on the field, but I’m the shit on the tracks.”
    “Okay, big guy.” She smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    She hung up and put her phone away. Grabbing the luggage, she stood. Her gaze drifted to the lock. He’d had the lock changed and hadn’t said a word of it to her. Why change one thing? Why not sell the house, already?
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
    Drew woke up to the memory of frustrated words directed at him. As he was marched up the steps of the private jet that would take him to Oregon, his PR guy had given him a good ass-chewing.
    “Your life’s in a tailspin of partying, drinking, and being just a plain shithead,” Jones had tactfully pointed out. “Get a reality check. Go somewhere quiet and think about your future, man. You got two broken wrists. Whatcha gonna throw when you got two fucking broken wrists?”
    Yeah, Jones definitely didn’t mince words.
    A movement in the corner pulled him out of his thoughts. Emma had shifted in the overstuffed chair, tucking her legs beneath her. It was the chair she’d picked out to make their bedroom “cozier.”
    Though she must’ve realized Drew was awake, she hadn’t said a word to him. Instead, she had stared at him with those wise eyes of hers.
    Dammit, he hadn’t wanted her to drop in on his world so soon