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the door handle before Jase had a chance to hop out and get her door. He’d really go overboard if he knew she was pregnant.
    Not that she minded his attentions, but if she planned to embark on single motherhood, she’d better get used to managing on her own.
    He sat in the idling truck until she boarded the ferry and turned to wave. As the ferry chugged across the bay, she kept her eyes on the truck until it turned into a toy.
    He’d watched her across the water, and she’d watched him. What was this connection they had? She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or nervous that it didn’t seem to be all one-sided.
    The ferry cut through the bay, heading toward Newport. It was the closest thing Break Island had to a big city. It did have a big-box store, and that’s all she needed for now.
    As she walked down the gangplank, her tennis shoes squeaking on the metal, she nodded to a couple of Break Island locals waiting in line for the ferry back.
    She snagged a taxi and bypassed Newport’s tourist shops on the way to the working area of the city.
    The driver eyed her in the rearview mirror. “On a supply run from one of the islands to get ready for the storm?”
    “Break.”
    “That’s a pretty one. My mother likes that bird sanctuary.”
    “Are you a local?”
    “Naw. Came out here from Portland to get away from it all. You know?”
    “I do know.” As the big-box store came into view, she pulled some cash from her purse. “Your mom’s here, too?”
    “She just visits once in a while, but Break Island’s her favorite because of that sanctuary.”
    She wished the entire island was a sanctuary. “You can just drop me in front.”
    “I’d offer to wait, but you’re probably going to need one of the vans to get all your stuff back to the ferry.”
    “Yeah, I’ll call in when I’m done shopping.” She paid the driver and whipped out her membership card for the store as she marched up to the entrance. She grabbed a cart and maneuvered up and down the aisles, with a mind toward feeding a guest.
    If Jase planned on doing physical labor all day and mental labor all night, he needed more than a vegetarian omelet for breakfast.
    She’d gotten over her morning sickness and queasiness pretty quickly and could stomach just about anything now—except peanut butter. One sandwich early on in her pregnancy that hadn’t gone down well had turned her off peanut butter for good.
    She parked her cart in the meat aisle and hunched over the refrigerated display, evaluating the different cuts of meat. Jase looked like someone who might be picky just because of that patrician air he wore around him. His actual actions couldn’t be further from a high-maintenance guy’s, but he just seemed so darned perfect.
    A flash of red hair caught her attention, and she jerked her head around. Two little dark-haired kids jostled for position in front of a free-sample table—no redheads in sight.
    She patted her belly. Would this little one have red hair? She couldn’t imagine anything cuter.
    She continued to load her cart and changed lines twice to find the shortest one. Resigning herself to the wait, she hung on her cart and watched the stream of people in and out of the store.
    Her heart jumped when her eyes locked on to a tall, broad man with red hair leaving the store.
    She climbed on the edge of the cart and craned her neck for a better look. She shouted, “Simon.”
    A few people threw curious glances her way, and her cheeks warmed under their scrutiny. Calling out to him didn’t make any sense, since her voice couldn’t carry that far, especially with the noise level in the big warehouse.
    If that were Simon, would he even turn around if he heard her? In all the weeks she’d suspected him of stalking her in LA, he’d never once attempted to make contact with her.
    That’s what frightened her. Why play games? Their breakup hadn’t been that acrimonious, not at the end anyway. What led up to it, however...
    She shivered