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Apparently, the kind of friends who had a child between them.

Her heart could break at the fact that poor, unsuspecting Wyatt had gone to Russia to save Coco.

RJ should have probably warned him, but she was so undone by the sight of the little boy, of the way her mother warmed right up to him, challenging him to a thumb war. The kid was cute. And frankly, looked a little like Wyatt, although she could maybe see the resemblance to York too.

“Does Wyatt know?”

York lowered his hands. “Yes, Wyatt knows. I didn’t think I should say anything to you until he knew.”

Right. Because Wyatt’s feelings about being betrayed were bigger than hers?

Okay, maybe.

She winced and turned away from York. “I can’t believe that Coco did this to him.” She wanted to blame York, too, but he wasn’t the one her brother had fallen for, pledged his heart to.

York had simply been guilty of omission. A big,very big, omission. “Why didn’t you say something? Because you had every chance, really. Anytime during theten daysthat we were on the run together.”

“Was it ten days? Seemed shorter than that—”

“Yeah, well time flies when you’re trying to escape the FSB. I can see why you glossed over Mikka’s existence.”

“I didn’t—”

“I can’t believe Coco didn’t tell me.”

“Maybe she didn’t say anything because he wasn’t part of the equation at the time.”

“Wasn’t part of the equation?” Maybe he was right. It wasn’t like they were dating. They’d had a sort of romantic-thriller relationship, born out of fear and stress.

What had she been thinking?

York was right. She didn’t know him at all.

“Is that why you pushed me away in Yekaterinburg?”

“What? No, I didn’t—Kat was shot! It was the only way to get you out of the country.” He reached for her.

She jerked away from him. “So what now?” Just calm down.

Because he owed her nothing, really. Had given her no promises.

Still, he looked stricken.

“I…I don’t know. He’s sick, I think. Sarai thinks he might have leukemia—”

Oh. And wow, she got it. What. A.Fool.

He hadn’t come back to America for her, but for his son. For medical treatment. And no, she didn’t blame him for that, not at all.

Her heart went out to the kid. Leukemia. Poor Coco. She’d need RJ’s support. And frankly, so would York.

But not quite yet.

RJ turned and walked away, wrapping her arms around herself, just needing a moment to regroup.

She headed for the playground area. An orange-and-blue path wound around a swing set, a merry-go-round, a slide. A couple giant yellow-and-blue giraffe sculptures peeked between cedar bushes.

“RJ! Please, tell me why you’re so upset.”