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She shrugged. “She is back, and she was the one who got away.”
A frown touched his brow. “I don’t know what that means.”
She cast him a pained look. “You were very involved with her.”
“And she chose her career over me.”
“She probably thought you weren’t serious about a relationship.”
“She knew I was.”
“Are you still in love with her?”
He started at the question. “I cannot believe you are really asking me that.”
“You are avoiding the question," she stated.
“I am in love with you," he hissed. “How can I make that any clearer?”
“Are you going to see her?”
His frown deepened. “I suppose I will be seeing her around.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you knew it.”
“No.”
“You are not going to go running when she calls?” Georgie knew she should stop before it was too late, but she could not help herself.
His eyes snapped dangerously. “I said no. Finish the tea. I am going to change out of these clothes.”
She watched as he walked toward the closet.
The tea was already doing its work, by warming her insides. She was fearful of the other woman. Miriam Hodges was the epitome of beauty and charisma. When she became involved with Beau, she had dismissed the others, because they had not lasted very long and he had never proposed to any of them.
But Miriam was different. He had been about to propose to her when she left. That bothered Georgie. For her husband to reach that stage, it meant he had felt something strong for the woman and now she was back. And Georgie was pregnant with triplets. Very soon, she was going to start putting on the weight required to carry three babies.
Miriam Hodges was slender, with lush curves. Her snowy white bosom had been spectacularly displayed in the green gown. Her lovely red hair was a contrast to her alabaster skin. And she and Beau had shared something meaningful. For the first time since being with Beau, she was worried and insecure.
“Finished?”
He had pulled on a pair of sweats and a gray T-shirt that hugged his muscular torso intimately.
“Yes.” She looked down in surprise to see that she had finished the tea and ate all the crackers. “I must have been hungry.”
“Would you like anything else?”
“No.” She shook her head.
He took away the tray and put it away. “I should get a warm towel–”
“No. The tea did the trick.”
“You should go to sleep.”
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“I am not tired. I have a contract I need to go over. I just wanted to make certain you are out of the woods.” He stood at the side of the bed staring at her and she felt a twinge of anxiety.