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hate someone at the same time? She broke eye contact so and tried desperately to regain her thoughts. .
    “I need to get to Texas,” she murmured, staring at his tie.
    “ My jet’s waiting.”
    Long pause. “How soon?”
    “All it takes is a call but I come with the jet .”
    “Please.”
    It was a plea for him to stay in New York, to let her deal with everything herself. She didn’t want him to see her this way, didn’t want his help because she knew she was still susceptible. It was the reason why she fought him so hard and he knew it.
    Mitch ell shook his head. “No.”
    She wrapped her arms around herself. She glanced up at his implacable face and knew she couldn’t delay her arrival in Texas just because she didn’t want to spend time around her ex. She could do this.
    “Make the call, ” she whispered.
    She walked around him and went into the bathroom. She stripped off her gown and let it fall carelessly to the floor before she sank to her knees. She stared sightlessly ahead as tears dripped from her eyes. She bowed her head, covered her face with her hands and let out a keening sound she immediately smothered. Casey was her responsibility, her little sister to help and guide and she failed once again. Here she thought Texas was the best place for her to be and now she was gone. She would never see Evie grow up. A sob escaped from her mouth and she turned on the shower to drown out the sound of her mourning. She wasn’t sure how long she sobbed on the bathroom floor and she didn’t care. If she didn’t do something about the emotions inside of her she would explode. When the torrent of tears slowed she lay on the tile of her bathroom for several minutes, trying to gather herself. Her thought process was sluggish and muddled. When the sobs turned into pitiful whimpers she forced herself to stand, wash her face and change. Despite the midnight hour she put on sunglasses. When she walked out of the bathroom she found her suitcase gone. When she trudged to the front door she wasn’t surprised to see Max, Mitchell’s bodyguard standing there with Mitchell. She nodded at him and he nodded respectfully.
    Mitchell clutched her arm as they walked to the elevator as if he was afraid she would faint or turn hysterical on him. She wanted to shrug him off but she didn’t. She felt lightheaded and sick to her stomach. Mitchell had a private car waiting at the curb and he held the door open so she could slide in. She slumped into the leather cushions.
    “Do we need to stop at your place?” she asked huskily.
    “No. I have clothes on the jet.”
    She didn’t ask any o ther questions. A short time later she walked onto his jet and was greeted by the pilot. She was familiar with the jet, knew his staff and refused to think about the repercussions of accepting his help. She needed to do something so despite Mitchell’s attempts to filch her phone she called Amy and explained the situation. She paced the aisle as she fought the urge to just sit and weep. That wouldn’t solve anything. After she hung up with Amy she sent off several emails and tapped her hands on the arm of her seat when she was finished. She stopped in mid tap and called a decorator to start working on making her guest bedroom into a nursery. She put the phone down again and tapped restlessly.
    Mitchell eyed her. “My assistant can take care of all of that.”
    “I need to do something,” she said faintly.
    “You’re taking custody?” he asked without inflection.
    Her stomach twisted with terror but she tilted her chin at him. “She’s my niece.”
    “What about the father?”
    “He doesn’t want anything to do with Evie.”
    Casey became pregnant within six months of dating Evie’s father and he made it clear he supported an abortion, as had their mother. Grace twisted her hands together and stared out the window, willing the jet to move even faster. A sympathetic stewardess brought her ginger ale and Tylenol.
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