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and presented her profile, and he felt every ounce of blood drain from his face.

      What the everloving hell?

      There was no mistaking the full curve of her belly.

      She was pregnant. Very pregnant. Even more pregnant than Bryony by the looks of her.

      His gaze lifted just as she turned fully and their eyes met. Shock widened her blue eyes as she stared across the room at him. Recognition was instant, but then why would she have forgotten him any more than he could have forgotten her?

      Before he could react, stand, say anything, fury turned those blue orbs ice-cold. Her delicate features tightened and he could see her jaw clench from where he sat.

      What the hell did she have to be so angry about?

      Her fingers curled into tight balls at her sides, almost as if she’d love nothing better than to deck him. Then, without a word, she turned and stalked toward the kitchen, disappearing behind the swinging door.

      His eyes narrowed. Okay, that hadn’t gone as he’d imagined. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. A weeping apology? A plea to take her back? He damn sure hadn’t expected to find her heavily pregnant, waiting tables in a dive more suited to a high school dropout than someone who was well on her way to graduating with honors from university as Kelly had been.

      Pregnant. He took a deep, steadying breath. Just how pregnant was she? She had to be at least seven months. Maybe more.

      Dread took hold of his throat and squeezed until his nostrils twitched with the effort of drawing air.

      If she was pregnant, seven months’ pregnant, there was a possibility it was his child.

      Or his brother’s.

      Kelly Christian burst into the kitchen, struggling to untie her apron. She swore under her breath when she fumbled uselessly at the strings. Her hands shook so bad she couldn’t even manage this simple of a task.

      Finally she yanked hard enough that the material ripped. She all but threw it on the hook where the other waitresses hung their aprons.

      Why was he here? She hadn’t done a whole lot to cover her tracks. Yes, she’d left New York, and at the time she hadn’t known where she’d end up. She hadn’t cared. But neither had she done anything to hide. That meant he could have found her at anytime. Why now? After six months, what possible reason could he have for looking for her?

      She refused to believe in coincidences. This wasn’t a place Ryan Beardsley would ever just happen to be. Not his speed. His precious family would die before sullying their palates in anything less than a five-star restaurant.

       Wow, Kelly, bitter much?

      She shook her head, furious with herself for reacting this strongly to the man’s presence.

      “Hey, Kelly, what’s going on?” Nina asked.

      Kelly turned to see the other waitress standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her brow creased with concern.

      “Close the door,” Kelly hissed as she motioned Nina inside.

      Nina quickly complied and the door swung shut. “Is everything all right? You don’t look good, Kelly. Is it the baby?”

      Oh, God, the baby. Ryan would have been blind not to have seen her protruding belly. She had to get out of here.

      “No, I’m not well at all,” she said, grasping for an explanation. “Tell Ralph I had to leave.”

      Nina frowned. “He’s not going to like it. You know how he is about us missing work. Unless we’re missing a limb or vomiting blood, he’s not going to be forgiving.”

      “Then tell him I quit,” Kelly muttered as she hurried toward the alley exit. She paused at the rickety door and turned anxiously back to Nina. “Do me a favor, Nina. This is important, okay? If anyone in the diner asks about me—anyone at all—you don’t know anything.”

      Nina’s eyes widened. “Kelly, are in you in some kind of trouble?”

      Kelly shook her head impatiently. “I’m not in trouble. I swear it. It’s…it’s my ex. He’s a real bastard. I saw him in the diner a minute ago.”

      Nina’s lips tightened and her eyes blazed with indignation. “You go on ahead, hon. I’ll take care of things here.”

      “Bless you,” Kelly murmured.

      She ducked out the back door of the diner and headed down the alley. Her apartment was only two blocks away. She could go there and figure out what the heck to do next.

      She almost stopped halfway there. Why was she running? She had nothing to hide. She’d done nothing wrong. What she should have done was march across that diner and bloodied his nose. Instead she was running.

      She took the flimsy stairs to her second-story apartment two at a time. When she was inside, she closed the door and leaned heavily against it.

      Tears pricked her eyelids and it only made her more furious that she was actually upset over seeing Ryan Beardsley again. No, she didn’t want to face him. She never wanted to see him again. Never did she want anyone to have the kind of power he had to hurt her. Never again.

      Her hands automatically went to her belly, and she rubbed soothingly, not sure who she was trying to comfort more, her baby or herself.

      “I was a fool to love him,” she whispered. “I was a fool to think I could ever fit in and that his family would accept me.”

      She jumped when the door behind her vibrated with a knock. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she put a shaky hand to her chest. She stared at the door as if she could see through it.

      “Kelly, open the damn door. I know you’re in there.”

      Ryan. God. The very last person she wanted to open the door to.

      She put a hand to the wood and leaned forward, unsure of whether she should ignore him or respond.

      The force of his second knock bumped her hand, and she snatched it away.

      “Go away,” she finally shouted. “I have nothing to say to you.”

      Suddenly the door shuddered and flew open. She took several hasty steps backward, her arms curling protectively over her belly.

      He filled the doorway, looking as big and formidable as ever. Nothing had changed except for new lines around his mouth and eyes. His gaze stroked over her, piercing through any protective barriers she thought to construct. He’d always had a way of seeing right to the heart of her. Except when it mattered the most.

      Fresh grief flooded through her chest. Damn him. What else could he possibly want to do to hurt her? He’d already destroyed her.

      “Get out,” she said, proud of how steady her voice sounded. “Get out or I’ll call the police. I have nothing to talk to you about. Not now. Not ever.”

      “That’s too bad,” Ryan said as he stalked forward, “because I have plenty to talk to you about. Starting with whose baby you’re pregnant with.”

      Two

      Kelly willed herself not to rage at him. Instead, she looked calmly at him, coolly, while emotions boiled beneath the surface like molten lava ready to erupt. “It’s none of your business.”

      His nostrils flared. “It is if you’re carrying my baby.”

      She crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. “Now why would you think that?”

      For a man only too willing to believe she’d slept around, it seemed pretty damn ridiculous that he’d barge into her apartment demanding to know whether or not her baby was his.

      “Damn it, Kelly, we were engaged. We lived together and were intimate often. I have a right to know if this

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