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Chapter Fifteen

Driving to Emily and Nikolas's house on the other side of town later the next evening, Elizabeth couldn't contain a shudder at the memory of A.J.'s words. She didn't know why it hadn't occurred to her that A.J. might be staying at the motel that comprised the rest of the building where Rebecca's apartment was located.

For years, the place had been the only motel in town. But since CeeVid had come to town, bringing with it a rush of new growth, one of the national chains had opened a motel on the opposite end of town. Foolish of Elizabeth to assume that he'd have chosen the new place.

It had to be her preoccupation over that fact that kept her from noticing the familiar black pickup truck already parked alongside Emily and Nikolas's sprawling place. But Cameron noticed Jason's vehicle. He bounded out of Elizabeth's car before she'd barely stopped.

"Daddy's here!"

A sudden knot tied itself in Elizabeth's stomach. She wanted to drive away. To run and hide and continue licking her wounds. But Emily had already thrown open the wide front door of her home, letting Cameron inside as she walked toward Elizabeth's car.

"I didn't know," she said quickly.

"This is Nikolas's doing. Please don't turn around and drive away."

Elizabeth sighed and climbed out of the car.

"Cameron saw that he's here. It's too late to back out."

She made herself shrug even as she wished she'd changed out of the blue jeans and flannel shirt that she'd worn to work.

But then, why should she dress up for a husband who'd more than made it clear he wanted out of their marriage? She followed Emily into the house and realized she was pressing her lips together, unconsciously urging some color into them.

It was immediately clear when she followed Emily into the kitchen where Jason had his hip perched on a high barstool that he'd not been expecting to see her, either.

"Hello, Jason. How are you?"

Then felt her cheeks flame at such inane politeness.

His lips twisted a little. But there was no denying the pleasure on his face when he glanced down at Cameron, who seemed to have forgotten his too-big-for-hugs stage, and had thrown his arms around his dad's waist.

Elizabeth turned away, an ache deep behind her eyes. She blindly picked up a knife and a burstingly ripe tomato that was sitting on the cutting board. Emily caught her gaze and must have read the desperation in them for she calmly announced to the men that, unless they wanted to finish cooking supper themselves, they needed to get out from under foot.

They went. So hurriedly that under other circumstances, Elizabeth would have laughed right out loud.

Instead, she found herself trying not to flinch when Jason's arm brushed her shoulder as he and Cameron moved past. But she still felt his touch reverberate through her. And she still seemed to taste his kiss on her lips.

She couldn't help looking up at him, only to find his eyes watching her closely. As if he, too, was remembering the previous afternoon when he'd kissed her as if there were no tomorrow . . .

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