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her mind. Her face went from shock to anger in a split second.
     
    "You did this to me? What was this? Your way of getting revenge?" she seethed.
     
    "What?"
     
    "You bought this house and tried to kick me out so quickly because you hate me?"
     
    "Of course not. Jeez, you know me better than that. Well, you used to, anyway. I had no idea you lived here."
     
    "So this was just a coincidence? You expect me to believe that?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
     
    By this point, Kyle had recovered from the shock and replaced it with his own version of anger. "I don't really care what you believe, Mrs. Watson. I'm here to inform you that you need to vacate my house before I have to call the cops on you." His teeth gritted, he did his best to avoid thinking back to those days when he loved Jenna more than anything on Earth. No, right now she was just another person in his way.
     
    Jenna began to shake visibly before she broke out in sobs. She leaned against the door frame for support before she started to slide to the floor. Kyle's heart started to pound as he realized what he'd just said to her. Call the cops on her? Sure, he was angry with her, but he would never have called the police to remove her. She was Jenna. His Jenna.
     
    "Oh, God, Jenna. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Come on..." he said as he crouched and slid his arms under hers. One touch and he was taken back in time. Her skin, the smell of strawberries in her hair, her presence. He pulled her up and was taken by how womanly she looked with curves. She wasn't that young girl anymore, but she was better looking now than when they were younger.
     
    He walked her to the sofa and then shut the front door. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. She'd always done that as a protection mechanism. As her sobs slowed down, she finally looked up at him. One moment of eye contact felt like a dagger in Kyle's heart.
     
    "What happened, Jenna?" he asked softly as he sat across from her.
     
    "Mommy?" Kaitlyn said as she rubbed her eyes and stumbled into the living room. Kyle was taken aback by how much she looked like Jenna. With her sun kissed auburn hair and bright green eyes, the little girl took his breath away for a moment.
     
    "Hey, baby," Jenna said jumping up and kneeling in front of the little girl. "How are you feeling?"
     
    "Hungry," she said and Jenna laughed as she hugged her.
     
    "That's a good sign," Jenna said as she felt her head. "No more fever. Let's go make you some toast. Kyle, I'll be right back," she said looking back at him. He nodded and watched her walk into the kitchen. As he listened to mother and daughter talk, he realized how long it had been. She was a mother now. Someone called Jenna "Mommy". How could that be? Hadn't they just had their first kiss on the big rock at Emerald Cove? Didn't they just go to the prom, Jenna all fancied up in her pink dress?
     
    A few minutes later, Jenna reappeared in the living room, now wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a v-neck t-shirt that showed off the changes in her now womanly body. Kyle's heart skipped, and he had to remind himself that he was there on business and she was only a part of his past.
     
    "Sorry about that. She was so sick all night. I barely slept myself," she said running her fingers through her hair with slight smile. He remembered running his fingers through her sweet smelling hair many times.
     
    "You look..." he started to say beautiful without thinking.
     
    "What?"
     
    "Nothing. I was just going to say sorry she was sick." Jenna eyed him carefully for a moment, and he could almost sense a hint of a smile. Had she known what he was about to say?
     
    "Thanks."
     
    "So, tell me what happened, Jenna. When last I saw you, you were speeding off into a life of glitz and glamor and money. I never imagined we'd meet up again this way."
     
    "Well, where do I even begin? I helped put Nick through medical school, supported him