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here. But now, in his arms, she didn’t ever want to let go.
    Dayne nuzzled his face against her hair, and it seemed like he might say something else. But he drew back and took tender hold of her hands. “Tonight?”
    The sadness was back, a sadness that defied the moment. “Please, Katy.”
    She breathed in the smell of him, the cologne and faint scent of soap. Why was his tone so heavy? He was used to the throng of autograph seekers and paparazzi, so was there something more? some reason why he’d been different during lunch?

Did
    ; he feel the impossibility of his feelings for her, the same way she did? She wanted to ask, but he’d made himself clear. Whatever he needed to talk to her about would have to wait until tonight.
    , She gently squeezed his hands and said the only thing she could ^say, “I’ll be there.”
    ; Dayne hesitated and then released her fingers. He grabbed his ŚPDA, his eyes on hers as he moved to the door. “Thanks.”
    | “See you.” Katy smiled and waited until he shut the door.
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    exhaled and dropped to the nearest chair. On the other side of the door, she could hear loud squeals and shouts, and his name repeated over and over again.
    “Dayne … Dayne … over here, Dayne!”
    She hung her head. What was wrong with her? Meeting him at the beach tonight would be a waste of time. She could call him and tell him so, and if he still wanted to talk to her, he could do it then. On the phone. That way she wouldn’t be as tempted to forget all the reasons she shouldn’t have feelings for him.
    But even as she considered calling Dayne instead of seeing him, even as the noise of the throng outside continued, and even as she questioned her sanity, Katy knew without a doubt there was only one place she could possibly be at five o’clock. The place where he would be waiting for her.
    Malibu Beach.
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    The sunwassinkingfast, and so far Dayne hadn’t seen any signs of photographers.
    He wore shorts, an old Michigan sweatshirt, his faded navy baseball cap, and sunglasses. Only the regular media hounds would’ve recognized him as anyone other than a jogger.
    A cool breeze came off the Pacific, but it did nothing to ease the pain in his heart. Kelly was pregnant. He was going to be a father. A dad. This new reality had consumed him since his conversation with Kelly. When Katy came to meet him, what more could he say? The conversation would begin and end with that one fact.
    Dayne squinted down the beach. It was nearly empty, the way it usually was in January. A few lone fishermen balanced poles off the edge of the pier, and the sandy stretch between him and the parking lot a quarter mile down was dotted with a handful of people.
    Still no Katy.
    A pair of noisy seagulls swooped low over the surf, looped around, and landed on the wet sand. Dayne pulled up one knee
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    and rested his elbow on it. The timing couldn’t have been worse. He had been reading his Bible, trying to figure out why God was so important to everyone who had ever mattered in his life.
    But if God cared about him, if God had plans for him the way Katy always said, then why this? Why a baby with a woman he had never really cared for as more than a friend? Was it a lesson of some kind, so he’d have to spend the rest of his life learning to love, loving out of obligation, for the sake of a child?
    Dayne looked out over the water. The sky had been brilliant blue all day, and the sunset was already casting a pink glow over the ocean. Whatever God was trying to teach him, Dayne had a pretty strong sense that he and Kelly wouldn’t last. He would try, of course. And he would be the best father ever, active in his child’s life from the beginning.
    One of the two seagulls hopped toward him, stopped, and turned its head one way and then the other.
    “No food over here, buddy.”
    The seagull pecked at something, then took off over the water.
    If Kelly wanted to