She reached over and pawed the bedside table to snag it. When she saw the name on caller ID, her breath stuttered out. Cain. He’d kissed her the night before. She’d wanted him to. Her insides tightened at the memory. She’d always loved him and now he was behaving as if he loved her, too. Doing things for her. Caring about the cause she cared about. Easing his way into her life. Part of her wanted it. All of it. The attention, the affection, the connection. The other part of her was scared to death. They’d made a mistake before. Her phone rang again and she pressed the button to answer. Her voice was soft and uncertain when she said, “Good morning, Cain.” “Good morning.” His greeting was rough, tired, as if he hadn’t slept all night. And not for good reasons. She scrambled up in bed. “What’s wrong?” “My dad had a heart attack yesterday. I’m in Kansas.” She flopped back onto her pillow. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?” “No, I just—”
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