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Moved on?“That wasn’t my fault. You left first.”

“Then I came back. I wasn’t the one who was snuggled up with some chick on the sofa—”

“So you were jealous. That’s the reason you kept my son from me?”

She went a little white, as if he’d slapped her. “No. I…you were just starting your pro career, and I thought, well, I was worried—”

“That I wouldn’t have room for him in my life.” He drew in a breath as she lifted a shoulder.

And shoot. For a moment he got a good look at the person he’d been back then. Arrogant and driven and…

Okay, so, “What about two years ago, in Moscow? When we…” He lowered his voice. “There was no one in the way then.”

“That’s why I went to the hotel. To tell you.”

Silence, and finally, “But…?” His voice hovered just above a whisper.

“But…” She swallowed. “I…” Her eyes welled up. “I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t? Or didn’t want to?”

Her silence left him to fill in the blanks.

I didn’t trust you. I didn’t want you to be his father. I…didn’t want you.

Yeah, so he pretty much was figuring that part out.

“It was dangerous.”

He just stared at her. “For whom?”

“For Mikka! If someone had found him—”

“No.” He shook his head. “That’s not good enough, Coco. He could have come home with me, with—”

And there it was again.Us. Except, maybe she didn’t want an us.

Just forget about me.

Her jaw tightened.

“Wow, you’re right. I must have been hit in the head too many times, because it’s taken me untilright nowto get it. You reallydon’twant me, do you?”

She looked away.

“Well, that’s just perfect. And tough luck, because whether you want me around or not, here I am. And like I said, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Her eyes flashed and she turned back to him, and he was hunkering down for a response when Sarai’s husband came through the door.

Roman.The FSB agent.

They stared at each other, Roman blinking, one hand on his son’s shoulder, his daughter balanced on his hip. He let the little girl slide to the floor as his gaze went to Coco. “Are you okay?”

The man said it in Russian, but Wyatt figured it out.

She nodded. Glanced at Wyatt. And said something in Russian hecouldn’tfigure out. But by the look on Roman’s face, his pinched mouth, it had to be something along the lines ofWhy did you tell him where I was?

Well, Wyatt had questions too. “I thought you said you were going to find her. Youpromisedme.” He took a step toward Roman, who pushed his daughter behind him.

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