“No, you’re going to rest.” I pulled away, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. But I felt confused and scared, but surprisingly steady. I wanted to stay right there, with him to hold me. But what if tomorrow I wasn’t so steady?

God, coming here every night like I had, had been messed up. I’d been giving him all kinds of mixed signals.

“Can you stay for a while?” he asked, taking my hand.

I needed him as well, but that wasn’t a good idea. “I have a lot of work to do. Baking for tomorrow. I ah…need to go.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah,” I rasped.

He sighed and dragged a hand over his head, then tried to smile, attempting to hide his disappointment.

His disappointment in me.

Disappointed that I was going, that I was running away from him again like I had at the start. But I didn’t know what else to do. I wasn’t ready for this.

“You can take my truck if you’re okay to drive,” he said. “I’ll call a prospect to pick it up later.”

He wasn’t going to ask me to stay again. Was he just respecting the space I’d asked for? Or had he given up?

Isn’t that what you wanted?

It was never what Iwanted. It was how it had to be. Or at least how I thought it had to be a few weeks ago. “Thanks,” I said, instead of all the things flying around in my head.

“Keys are by the door,” he said and watched me, waiting.

What else could I do?

“Thanks.” I spun and rushed from the room.

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