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home before Will that evening. She watched TV on the living room couch. Upon his return he sensed her disquiet. He sat next to her and pulled her into his arms.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Long day.”
    “Last night?”
    “Yeah.” She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. Just touching him always calmed her, eased away the worst of her stress.
    He stroked her shoulder. “What’d you do today?”
    “I did some research. Found his grave. Aidan suggested we should do a little segment about him on the show.”
    His fingers lightly brushed up and down her arm. “What do you want to do?”
    “I don’t know,” she quietly admitted. “I’m not sure what the right thing is. I don’t want it to look like we’re capitalizing on his death.”
    Will knew from talking with Aidan that Kal had seen Ryan that afternoon…and that they’d had a fight. He treaded carefully, not wanting to disclose their shared secret about her father. Will hadn’t even told Aidan for fear of him accidentally letting the cat out of the bag to Kal.
    Aidan had a big mouth. Not intentionally, he just sometimes didn’t think before engaging it. Especially around Kal.
    “How can I make this easier for you, babe?”
    “You can’t.” She looked into his eyes as she laced her fingers through his. “I’m just glad you’re willing to put up with me.”
    He stroked her hair. “You’ve gone through a lot in a short amount of time. Don’t rush it.”
    “I might scream if you guys tell me that one more time. It sooo doesn’t help.”
    “What will help?”
    Her eyes grew sad. “I don’t know. I guess maybe in a few hundred years, hopefully, I’ll have a handle on all of this stuff.”
    He stood, then scooped her into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. She thought he might make love to her, but instead he had her roll over and he gave her a long, wonderful massage. Kal felt like she could melt into the mattress.
    “Why don’t you go to sleep, sweetie?” he softly suggested.
    She nodded and felt herself drift.
    When she awoke in the middle of the night, Will was curled around her, his solid presence always a comfort to her soul. Kal still felt bad about how she’d treated Ryan , no matter what he’d said. She felt like an ungrateful brat.
    After another sleepless hour, she slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe. It was tempting to summon Ryan except she didn’t want to do it with Will asleep in the next room. And she didn’t want to call out to Ryan and have him bring her to him in case he was…busy with someone else.
    She also didn’t want to contemplate the irrational wave of jealousy accompanying that thought.
    Kal closed the bedroom door behind her and found her cell phone on the kitchen counter. Ryan answered almost immediately, his voice full of sleep.
    “What’s wrong, Kal?”
    “Nothing. I’m sorry I’m calling so late. I…” What? What did she want to say? “I just wanted to tell you again how sorry I am about this afternoon. I’m sorry I’m acting like a brat.”
    Almost immediately he sounded awake. “Love, I already told you, it’s all right.”
    “No, it’s not all right. I don’t want to treat you like that. You’re my friend.” She took a deep breath. “Aidan told me you and Abby used to fight all the time.”
    Ryan hesitated before he answered. “I wouldn’t call it fighting. More like friendly bickering. Squabbling. It was never, shall we say, personal.”
    “I don’t want to fight or bicker with you.” She bit off the nearly overwhelming urge to follow that with, “I love you.” But it felt right . S he did love him. Differently than she loved Will or Aidan or even the way she was quickly coming to love Jeff , but it was still love .
    “I don’t wish to fight with you either, love. Rest assured, I’m well aware there will be times throughout the years when we have differences of opinion. I expect it. When I say I understand and that I don’t take it personally, I mean