She dressed and opened her door quietly, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that Jason's bedroom door was still tightly shut. Quietly, she made her way down to the kitchen. As she put up the coffee, she thought about what she'd say to him this morning. Jason was her fiancé. He had flown all the way down to Elizabeth Island for a romantic weekend, and when he got here, she'd treated him as if he carried the plague and she was a certified crazy. Kathryn blew out a gusty breath as she took a bowl of fruit from the refrigerator. And it was all Matthew's fault. If he hadn't treated the whole thing like a joke, popping in and out of the woodwork right under Jason's nose, deliberately drawing her into taunting conversation with Jason standing right in the same room, she'd never have gotten so edgy. Things would have gotten off to a better start and they'd have ended better, too, with her in Jason's arms exactly as she was supposed to have been. As she had wanted to be, and never mind all that silliness last night when Jason's kisses had made her tighten like an overwound spring.
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