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him? Maybe. She was a smart woman. “I won’t, Mom. I promise.”

      * * *

      He missed her.

      The thought kept pricking at him all day long at work, like a splinter he felt constantly but couldn’t find and pull out. She was off duty, spending time with her mother. He didn’t like the way her absence left a hole in him, but wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Ever since he’d left his father’s house he’d been feeling more and more uneasy about the way things were headed. Sooner or later the whole situation would start closing in on him, just like it always did. And by delaying the inevitable, they were both going to pay the price. Soon.

      He might not be the smartest guy in the world, but he knew deep down he couldn’t give her what she wanted—what she deserved—any more than Travis had. Maybe he could in the bedroom but not emotionally. He might love her, but he was smart enough to know he didn’t do those kinds of feelings well. Chloe, on the other hand, embraced those soul-searing emotions, maybe a little too well. It’s why she’d been so damaged at Travis’s hand after their marriage. She’d trusted him and he’d betrayed that trust—in more ways than one.

      Wasn’t she leaving herself open to more hurt by getting involved with him? He dragged a hand through his hair as the splinter inside him pushed deeper, poking at places he’d rather not examine.

      He and Chloe might be able to come together for a period of time, but there was no way it could last long term. He didn’t do relationships like the one Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins had. One that seemed to flourish for decades. Chloe’s family had had room not only for their own children but for a lost soul who’d appeared on their doorstep beside Jason.

      How did someone open their hearts like that? He had never been able to get to that point. He was really good at superficial relationships that didn’t require anything more than a couple of nights a week. But every day? For the rest of his life? He didn’t think he had it in him.

      He suddenly understood the shaky panic that had closed in on Chloe as she’d knelt in the shower stall that day. The one that had caused her to wheel away and run. Because that’s exactly what he wanted to do right now: run.

      Chloe had claimed their time together would help prepare her for the future. Teach her how things worked in the bedroom. How men and women flirted and interacted in normal relationships.

      Normal.

      As if he could teach her anything about that. Damn it!

      He should have left her to Coleman. No doubt the surgeon would do a hell of a lot better job than he could. Maybe he could even give her the kind of future she was looking for. Had this all been some kind of ego trip for himself? Some weird control thing...not wanting Chloe to be attracted to anyone but him?

      The thought made his stomach turn over. Maybe he was as much of a destroyer as Travis had been.

      Was it time to start backing off?

      Maybe. Before things got too messy. Before Chloe got in over her head.

      Like he was.

      Chloe deserved the best that life could give her. And if she had to choose between him and Cade Coleman, using the eeny, meeny, miny, mo method, Brad was not it.

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

      “CLARA SERRANO’S TWINS are still hanging in there.” Happiness bubbled through Chloe as she caught at Brad’s hand in the empty elevator.

      She’d stepped into it at the last second after she’d seen him round the corner and press the button. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, and she wanted to talk to him. To see if that kernel of hope had any soil to cling to.

      “I heard.” He answered her statement by crossing his arms over his chest in a way that forced her to let go of his hand. He stared straight ahead.

      She frowned. “Is something wrong?”

      “No.” His voice was calm, but even so...

      Was he going back to the whole not mixing personal and professional stuff? She’d thought they’d already worked through that. “There’s no one else in the elevator.”

      Brad nodded at the small camera mounted in the corner.

      So he was worried. It wasn’t like that image was broadcast to the whole hospital or anything.

      They reached the ground floor, and the elevator doors opened. Brad waited for her to get out then followed her. “I’m going to be working late for the next several nights, so don’t wait up.”

      The words sent a warning through her head that she chose to ignore. “Anything I can help with?”

      “No, I just have to catch up on some things.”

      She blinked. Not much of an explanation. Something came to her. “Is it your father?”

      “No. Just hospital business.” He glanced to the left as if impatient to get away.

      Chloe swallowed, trying not to see things that weren’t there. Brad was not Travis. Working late did not mean the same thing it had in her marriage.

      Except she and Brad weren’t married. They’d never made any vows, hadn’t promised to be faithful to each other for ever. Only for as long as their time together lasted. Maybe he was ready for it to be over and was hoping she could take a hint.

      “I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes. Can you make it back to the apartment on your own?”

      Her lungs burned as she tried to draw a slow, careful breath. “Yes. I’ll be fine.”

      As he nodded and walked quickly down the nearest corridor, Chloe wondered if she really would be.

      Over the next several days a troubling pattern emerged. Brad came home late at night and left before she got up in the mornings. She suspected he might even be sleeping on the sofa in his office and coming home just to shower and change clothes. She saw him in passing on the fourth floor, but he always seemed to be headed in the opposite direction.

      A chill went through her, and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out he was avoiding her. She was back to sleeping in the guest room, and this time there was never a knock on the door. Never a hint that he wanted that to change. Thinking back to the last time they’d made love, despite the urgency she’d sensed in him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d planned on that being their last time together. Her treatment had run its course, and he was ready to move on to the next patient.

      Shuffling some papers at the nurses’ station, she jumped when Ginny’s voice came from her left. “You okay, honey? You’re looking a little pale today.”

      The nurse sat in the seat next to hers. Chloe wasn’t sure what to say. Talking to her about Brad was out of the question. But she was going to have to make a decision because she couldn’t go on like this.

      “I’m fine.” Chloe closed her eyes for a second or two. “No, I’m not, actually. I need to get some fresh air. Can you cover for a few minutes?”

      Ginny glanced at her watch. “You’re only a half-hour away from finishing your shift. Why don’t you go on home?”

      “Thanks. I think I will.” Impulsively, she leaned over and gave the other woman a hug. “You’ve been incredibly nice to me. Thank you.”

      “Hey, it’s not like you’re going away for ever. Are you working tomorrow?”

      “No, it’s my day off.” Her mind tried not to look more deeply at Ginny’s words. It’s not like you’re going away for ever.

      “Go home and get some rest, then. I’ll let Brad know.”

      As if he’d care. She should probably hunt him down and demand to know what was wrong, but deep in her heart she already knew. Asking for

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