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also cancelled her credit cards and closed her checking account. Well, the one that was in both of their names. However, a few years back, she had gotten a wild hair and had decided to start putting money away in one of the local banks in Charlotte.
    Thank God for wild hairs , she silently mused.  “Right after you left.”
    He went back to work on the swings. “Convenient.”
    More like humiliating. “Sorry,” she said and his attention snapped to her.
    “Don’t say that.” He let go of the chain and placed his hands low on his hips, still squinting from the sun. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I messed up. I lied to you and I’m sorry. Jesus, I can’t say it enough to make myself feel better. For what it’s worth, I leased my apartment in Uptown, bought the house beside you and signed up for partner-parenting classes at the community center. My last name is Kennedy, Burke’s my middle name and I own Kennedy Investigations, but I don’t advertise it, since I like to actually take on jobs.” He came to her then, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, April. And I want to make it up to you. To our baby. I’ll never lie to you again. Ask me anything.”
    She couldn’t move as he held her and not because she was imprisoned by his arms. Oh no. She was imprisoned by his words, by his actions… by the thought of him trying and doing.
    Taking a chance she asked, “Why don’t you come inside and let me fix you some iced tea?”
     
    ***
     
    Over the weeks that followed, it seemed that all Finn did was try to earn her trust back. He’d check on her, fix things that need it, cooked her dinner and accompanied her to doctor visits. All done in such a way that never made her feel crowded or uncomfortable
    He never insisted, always asked , and the walls surrounding her poor heart got weaker every day. Only she wasn’t sure if he was doing this to be with her, with the baby or a sense of duty to family.
    If only she knew his feelings. If only she was woman enough to ask him.
    Things were growing worse with her dad. She had refused to take any call from him, ignored his emails and his letters. She didn’t care what he threatened. There was no way she would go back to her old life or her old self.
    But that nagging feeling that her dad wouldn’t be put off for much longer remained.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “ For the love of God, woman, please don’t ever ask me to do that again,” Finn groaned.
    They’d just spent an hour in one of the community centers, watching a DVD of women giving birth. Now, thank God, they were now on their way home. Well, not their home. He still lived next to her and she still lived next to him. But they were talking and spending time together, almost like old times if he didn’t think about the lack of sex.
    But he was a man, so he constantly thought about the lack of sex with her. He only wanted sex with her, despite the numerous opportunities he had in the past month.
    April spared him a glance as they walked down North Davidson. The wind gusted, giving truth to the whole March coming in like a lion saying. “Bless your heart, Finn.”
    “That means I’ve stuck my foot in it,” he sai d. “Guess I’ll be going to as many as you want me to, then.”
    “You don’t have to go to any at all, you know,” she said softly.
    He nodded. “I do.”
    Avoiding a mother pushing a stroller, he moved to the right side of April and their fingers brushed.  His gut clenched, his libido jumped up and down like a dog wanting to play catch. He jerked his hand away like she’d set it on fire. He didn’t know how much longer he could take her friendship.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, her big blue eyes taking him in.
    Yep, nothing but friendship there. He was so screwed and not the way he wanted to be. “Trying to maintain, ba—April.” She frowned. At his almost slip of calling her babe or his flip reply, he didn’t know. “So, I was wondering if you were free