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whacking Thomas with her shoulder bag. “Oh, Thomas, I’m so sorry.”
    He laughed and rubbed at his elbow. “It’s all right. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    “You didn’t.”
    He raised a brow.
    “Well, I guess you did. My mind must be a million miles away.”
    “Sorting through things.”
    “Yes.” Like his proposal – and her relationship with the man she hadn’t known she was still married to.
    She spotted Brady lumber in, his face tight as he strode toward her. Either he was in a great deal of pain or he was angry about something. The room suddenly grew hot, almost as stifling as the dry heat outside.
    How awkward. Her boyfriend with her husband – soon to be ex-husband.
    “Alison, sorry I’m late,” Brady said when he approached. “Vivica tried to kill me with therapy sessions.”
    So he was in pain. She ached to reach out and comfort him. But the fierce scowl he sent Thomas shocked her into silence. Then Brady’s gaze traveled to her, and something dark and dangerous and sensual lurked in the hidden depths of his dark brown eyes. Something carnal and almost possessive.
    A nervous laugh escaped her. “Oh, you’re not late. Thomas and I were just chatting.”
    Thomas gave Brady the once-over as well. “Broussard, good to see you again.”
    Brady pumped his hand.
    “Thomas is the new OB-GYN who works with Hannah,” Alison explained.
    Brady’s jaw tightened considerably, and he moved his hand to her waist. “I know, Eberson and I met at the parade.”
    “Oh, I forgot.” Alison said.
    “It’s Emerson,” Thomas corrected.
    “Right.” Brady turned to Alison. “Are you ready for lunch?”
    “We’re meeting to talk about Vivi’s wedding plans,” Alison added when confusion reddened Thomas’s face.
    “Maybe we can catch a game of golf sometime,” Thomas suggested.
    “I don’t play golf,” Brady replied curtly. “My mother’s joining us for lunch,” Alison said, instantly wondering why’d she offered that information.
    “Your mother?” Thomas looked even more confused.
    Alison bit down on her lip, but Thomas’s pager beeped, saving the awkward moment.
    “Another baby on its way,” Thomas said with a grin. “Have a nice lunch, you guys. If you change your mind about the golf, just let me know.”
    Brady’s dark gaze raked over Alison as Thomas left, and she shifted restlessly. Had he been jealous of Thomas?
    * * *
    Brady jerked his gaze away from Alison, mentally calling himself a dozen unspeakable names for acting like such a fool. He had no claims on her.
    Yes, you do. She’s still your wife , a little voice inside his head whispered. And in your heart, she always will be.
    No, he had to get over her. He had to end the marriage and forget her.
    “Where’s your mother?” he asked, a little more gruffly than he’d intended.
    Alison searched the room, finally turning to look out the window, a nervous smile settling on her face when a tall, sleek, middle-aged blonde waved through the tinted glass.
    Seconds later, Mrs. Hartwell appeared, smoothing down a strand of hair the wind had blown from her topknot. He’d wondered if she would resemble Alison, but except for her height, she didn’t; she favored Hannah. As they were seated, the tension between the two women was palpable. “Janelle, this is Brady Broussard.” Alison gestured to Brady. “Janelle Hartwell.”
    He shook her hand.
    “It’s nice to meet you, Brady. Call me Janelle.” Mrs. Hartwell turned a charming smile toward him, and he realized she was sizing him up to see what kind of man her daughter had married four years ago. Of course, he’d always wondered what kind of woman could leave her children. But he didn’t intend to voice his thoughts and create more tension.
    “Thanks for agreeing to handle this situation,” he said to break the silence. “We want to keep things as quiet as possible.”
    “And move things along quickly, right?” Alison added.
    “Yes.” His gaze met hers and he saw a