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him another chance to see her broken. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. Sooner or later he’d grow tired of her pushing him away- his pride could only take so much. She didn’t want or need his help. She could do this on her own.
    “ I’ll be fine. Thanks for offering.”
    She pulled away and turned back to her suitcase. Evie. She needed to get to Evie. She was the only thing that mattered now.
    “D amn it Grace. Stop pushing me away. You think I can’t see you’re scared and hurting?”
    “I can do this,” she said through stiff, numb lips.
    She tried to zip her suitcase but her hands were shaking too hard. His hands covered hers and she jerked away. She couldn’t breathe. She ran to the balcony and leaned against the railing. She bent over and was grateful her hair hid the way her face crumpled into a mask of grief. A warm, large hand pressed against the middle of her back which throbbed as fear spread through her. How could she do this? She wasn’t mother material. She was supposed to protect and provide for Casey who was gentle and genuinely loved to care for others. Grace was the polar opposite- selfish, career-driven and a workaholic. She loved her niece but she knew nothing about babies and Casey had never left her alone with Evie longer than an hour. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 
    “I know you can do this alone but you don’t have to.”
    Mitchell’s voice intruded into her frantic thoughts and she sucked in a breath before she faced him. She needed to be alone so she could scream, cry and panic in peace. The last thing she needed was Mitchell Price invading her space and trying to comfort her when she was a nervous wreck.
    “I have money, thanks.”
    His eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about money. It’s about letting me be there for you.”
    He wanted to be here for her after a year of being apart? He wanted to be around when she was vulnerable and out of her element so he could do what he did best- be in charge. Her emotions were on a rocky precipice and having Mitchell around when she didn’t have her shields in place was dangerous. To avoid the grief threatening to choke her she embraced anger instead and faced the proud tycoon who looked so immaculate and untouched, as usual. How could he understand what she was feeling? Had he ever really loved anyone?
    “ I don’t need you. I can handle this on my own.”
    “ Grace-” he began.
    “Don’t!” she said and this time her voice shook. She clutched the railing like a lifeline. “I don’t have time for this. My sister’s gone and Evie needs me.” She saw the pity in his eyes and bared her teeth at him. “You need to stop pushing into my personal life. We’re business partners. That’s it.”
    His eyes burned and she refused to back away when he towered over her, invading her space. Again.
    “P ushing me away isn’t the answer. What we had together hasn’t faded,” he stated.
    When she opened her mouth to scr eam at him he leaned forward and brought his mouth a scant inch from her own. Breath seized in her lungs and no words emerged from her lips. She was surrounded by the smell of his skin, the intensity of his eyes and the strength he exuded. His body heat beat against her cold flesh and her hands curled into fists in an effort to stop herself from leaning into him and accepting his strength and comfort. She glared up at him instead.
    “ My sister’s dead and you want sex?” she sneered.
    He kissed her on the corner of her mouth. It was a gentle brush of his lips that was done with before she could register what happened. It was a gesture of comfort and friendship she didn’t want to accept from this man because she couldn’t afford to trust him again. Why did the simple gesture make her want to cry?
    “Sex is easy. What we feel for each othe r isn’t and you know it,” Mitchell said calmly.
    She couldn’t deny the simple brush of his lips on her cheek was more effective than a French kiss. How could she love and