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  “And you,” she went on. “I was trying to protect you too. Against my feelings.”

  “Bay.” He thunked his forehead to the door.

  “Because the truth is I know you don’t have time for anyone, even The One. You’ve got a full plate. And I don’t want to be someone’s… something, a something that they don’t have room for on their plate. That would make me… broccoli.” She shuddered. “And no one wants to be broccoli, you know?”

  Drunk Bailey had her head on straighter than Stark-sober Hud. He turned to face her and found her struggling out of her bra, which she flung across the room. It landed on his lamp. “I’m going to get you some water,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

  She blinked and smiled and the blanket slipped out of her fingers to pool at her waist, revealing all that creamy, soft skin that he knew would be warm and welcoming. She patted the bed beside her, those amazing breasts shimmying. “Just you,” she whispered.

  Jesus.

  She reached down and hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties.

  “Wait.” Good God. “Bailey, this isn’t going to happen.”

  “I know,” she said, and he started to breathe easier. But then she spoke again and lassoed his heart. “I know what you’re going to do next,” she whispered.

  Shoot himself?

  “You’re gonna push me away. You’re going to do that because you care about me.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know when, but I know you will. Because that’s what you do when you care too much. And I know you care about me because I can feel it in every look you give me, in every touch. So I guess what I’m saying is that I’m just trying to make the most of it before you do.”

  Jesus. She slayed him. “You’re so sure of that, huh?” he said softly, not sure if he was teasing or stalling.

  “Yep. Your family helped me get there.”

  “What?”

  She blinked, looked a little worried, and said… nothing.

  “Bailey.” She tightened her lips. Oh, great, so now she was going with the fifth. “You’ve been talking to my family about me?” he asked with what he thought was damn good restraint.

  “Not in the way you think.”

  “How many ways are there to talk about someone?”

  “Okay, first of all, you’re taking this wrong,” she said. “And second of all, you’re misdirecting, purposely picking something out of that conversation that you can get all self-righteous about so you can ignore the real issue.”

  You know what? Maybe he didn’t like drunk Bailey so much after all. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want a relationship,” he said carefully. “You’re the one who put it out there.”

  “Didn’t mean I didn’t want to know you.”

  “People who are not in a relationship don’t need to know each other’s deep, dark secrets,” he said.

  She stared at him. “You’re twisting this whole relationship thing around and out of proportion,” she said with the very purposeful speech of the heavily inebriated. “And I think you’re doing it on purpose.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “So you can do what everyone said you would, push me away. For real.”

  Direct hit. “You think you’re in my head,” he said. “But you’re not.”

  That apparently stopped her cold. She opened her mouth and then shut it. And then, dammit, a flash of pain crossed her face. “Bailey—”

  “I think I’ll go home now,” she said, and started to slide out of the bed.

  “No,” he said sharply and she stilled. “You stay,” he said. “I’ll go.” He hesitated but she didn’t try to stop him.

  Congratulations, idiot, he told himself bitterly. You got what you wanted. You pushed her away.

  Chapter 26

  Bailey had never experienced a hangover, so it took her by surprise. Actually, it took her head by storm—pounding, drumming, beating behind her eyes, reverberating off her temples, throbbing mercilessly at the base of her skull. If she got lucky, she thought with a groan, if she got very, very lucky, her head would just blow right off her shoulders.

  She didn’t get lucky.

  Instead she opened her eyes and realized it wasn’t even dawn yet. She lay on soft sheets in a bed that wasn’t hers.

  Alone.

  She sat up, having to hold her head to do it. Someone, God bless them, had put a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the nightstand. She made liberal use of both and took stock.

  Hud’s bedroom. The evidence of last night’s activities was strewn about the room. The most damning was her bra, hanging haphazardly off a lamp.

  And then there was the fact that she was in Hud’s bed. She lifted the covers and stared down at herself. She was in a very large black T-shirt and her panties. One sock.

  But the most troublesome was Hud’s absence. She’d never scared a man off before. Another first…

  She slid out of bed and pulled her bra off the lamp. A flash of memory came at that, the memory of trying to do a sexy striptease for Hud and nearly knocking his face into next week with her boot.

  And then another. She remembered telling him things. I think I’m falling for you because you’re everything I want in a man; strong from the inside out, steady, calm, smart… sweet.

  She’d told him he could be The One.

  Oh God. Why had she done that? The answer was painful. She’d told him because it was the truth. “Clearly he’d like me to go away,” she said aloud, her voice dry and rough.

  Which was just what she suddenly needed to do because now he knew. He knew exactly how she felt and that was her own fault. Especially since in return, she had no idea how he felt. The heat of embarrassment flamed her cheeks. Yep, she needed to be gone and she suspected he wanted that as well. She wrangled on her knit cap, slipped into her jeans, and stuffed her feet into her boots. Then she snagged one of Hud’s shirts—which smelled like heaven—and made her way out of the bedroom to hopefully find a ride to where she’d left her car and get the hell off the mountain, where she could lick her wounds in private for the week.

  Luckily, Hud wasn’t anywhere to be seen so she ventured out farther and found herself standing on the main floor in a huge open room. One wall was all windows, leading out to the still-dark morning where a small sliver of the black sky was lightening.

  In front of the window stood a tall, broad shadow sipping at a steaming mug.

  Her heart stopped.

  “Just me,” Aidan said mildly.

  “Oh,” she said on a breath of relief, and then hoped her sheer relief wasn’t too obvious. “I was just hoping to get a ride to my car.”

  He turned and looked at her for a long moment. “I could do that. You know Hud’s downstairs, right?”

  Bailey blinked. “I thought this was the bottom floor.”

  “There’s a basement. We have it set up as a gym. He’s been at it for a couple of hours now. You might want to get down there and put him out of his misery.”

  “How do you know it was me who made him miserable?”

  Aidan laughed low in his throat, his smile real and genuine, and suddenly Bailey knew exactly what Lily saw in him. “I didn’t suggest you made him miserable,” he said. “I’m suggesting that your presence might chase away his misery.”

  She managed a small smile. Because she remembered throwing herself at Hud last night and he’d…

  Resisted.

  Easily.

  Aidan looked down at his mug and then back into Bailey’s eyes. “He ever tell you why he doesn’t easily get attached to people?”

  “Because his plate is full,” she said. “He doesn’t have room. Especially since he’s determined to find Jacob.”

  Aidan’s smile was humorless. “Yeah, he talks a good game, doesn’t he? He’s full of shit, Bailey.”

  “So he lied to me?”

  “He’s lying to himself. He blames himself for our dad leaving his mom—which, don’t even get me started. He blames himself for