“I understand the need to keep your Phoenix-rising-from-the-ashes miracle within our tiny group, but I couldn’t help but think of Mikaela yesterday.” He eyed me speculatively. “The woman who caused you to succumb to jealous tendencies—for absolutely no good reason?” “Please. She’s drop-dead gorgeous and you’d be lying if you claimed otherwise.” “She’s attractive. Not my type, though.” His gaze slid over me and he grinned. “And being pregnant with my son makes you even more spectacular.” “Thank you.” I picked at my omelet a moment while my heart fluttered from the appreciative look Dane gave me. Then I said, “Anyway, about Mikaela. I went to see her after her Italian market opened in Old Town and I put the bug in her ear about a memorial service, which she graciously orchestrated. We’ve talked several times since. She’s really pretty broken up about your ‘death,’ and I was wondering if, at some point, you intend to let her know you made it out of the Lux and that you’re fully intact.
