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What she should do was pull back . . . but she just wasn’t confident that she was strong enough to do it.

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“Ineed to go for a run.”

Both Hayes and Corbin glanced up at her. Hayes scowled.

No surprise there.

But Corbin stared at her with longing and heat in his gaze.

Oh heck.

She was wearing yoga pants, a crop top, and a lightweight jacket.

Nothing overtly sexy.

But he was eating her up with his gaze like she was candy and he was an eight-year-old on Halloween.

Swallowing, she attempted to wet her dry throat.

Three days had passed since the bridge incident.

After that first day, she’d forced herself to get out of bed and continue on with her life. There was no point in wallowing away in bed.

She knew that she should really contact her mother. Find out what was going on.

But she couldn’t help but feel that might play into her plan. That it was what she wanted. So, for the moment, she was going to pretend ignorance.

That she never saw that commercial. Hell, if she hadn’t gone to Callahan’s that night, she might not have. She didn’t watch TV and tried not to spend too much time online.

It was better for her mental health that way.

“Running? Now?” Hayes asked. “It’s nearly dinnertime. I’ve just put the shepherd’s pie in.”

“Yummy shepherd’s pie!” She bounced on her toes. “I love shepherd’s pie! We can have it when we get back.”

“It might burn.”

“Guess I’m going for a run with you then,” Corbin said.

She swallowed heavily at the thought of running with Corbin. Short shorts. A tight top. Maybe even topless. Sweat running in rivulets down his tanned chest.

“Bebe? Bebe! Are you all right?”

She jolted as Corbin suddenly appeared in front of her.

“Yep! Are you all right?”

“Yeah. I’m all right.”

“He’s not the one who just zoned out and started drooling,” Hayes said dryly.

“I was not drooling!”

Was she?

Oh. Lord. Please don’t let her have been drooling over this man.

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