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dinner that the babies were almost out of both diapers and formula. She’d seemed surprised when he said he’d go instead.
    Of course he’d volunteered for the job. They were his kids. But he’d made Hadley write down exactly what he needed to buy, because the only formula he’d had exposure to was the one for making homemade explosives. List in his pocket, he’d swung into his truck, intending to grab the baby items and be back in jiffy.
    But as he pulled into the lot at Royal’s one-and-only grocery store, Grace had just exited through the automatic sliding doors. Well, well, well. There was no way he was passing up this opportunity. He still had a boatload of questions for the girl he’d once given his heart to, only to have it handed back, shredded worse than Black Angus at a slaughterhouse.
    Kyle waited until she was almost to her car, and then gingerly climbed from his truck to corner her between her Toyota and the Dooley in the next spot.
    â€œLovely night, isn’t it, Ms. Haines?”
    She jumped and spun around, bobbling her plastic sack full of her grocery store purchases. “You scared me.”
    â€œGuilty conscience maybe,” he offered silkily. No time like the present to give her a chance to own up to the crimes she’d committed so long ago. He might even forgive her if she just said she was sorry.
    â€œNo, more like I’m a woman in a dark parking lot and I hear a man speaking to me unexpectedly.”
    It was a perfectly legitimate thing to say except the streetlight spilled over her face, illuminating her scowl and negating her point about a dark parking lot. She was that bent up about him saying hey outside of a well-lit grocery store?
    He raised a brow. “This is Royal. The most danger you’d find in the parking lot of the HEB is a runaway shopping cart.”
    â€œYou’ve been gone a long time, Kyle. Things have changed.”
    Yeah, more than he’d have liked. Grace’s voice had deepened. It was far sexier than he’d recalled, and he’d thought about her a lot. Her curves were lusher, as if she’d gained a few pounds in all the right places, and he had an unexpected urge to pull her against him so he could explore every last change, hands on.
    Okay, the way he constantly wanted her? That was still the same. He’d always been crazy over her. She’d been an exercise in patience, making him wait until they’d been dating a year and she’d turned eighteen before she’d sleep with him the first time. And that had been so mind-blowing, he’d immediately started working on the second encounter, then the third. And so on.
    The fact that he’d fallen in love with her along the way was the craziest thing. He didn’t make it a habit to let people in. She’d been an exception, one he hadn’t been able to help.
    â€œYou haven’t changed,” he said without thinking. “You’re still the prettiest girl in the whole town.”
    Now why had he gone and said something like that? Just because it was true didn’t mean he should run off at the mouth. Last thing he needed was to give her the slightest opening. She’d slide right under his skin again, just as she’d done the first time, as if his barriers against people who might hurt him didn’t exist.
    â€œFlattery?” She rolled her eyes. “That was a lame line. Plus, I already told you I’d handle your case impartially. There’s no point in trying to butter me up.”
    Oh, so she thought she was immune to his charm, did she? He grinned and shifted his weight off his bad leg, cocking his right hip out casually as if he’d meant to strike that stance all along. “I wouldn’t dream of it. That was the God-honest truth. I’ve been around the world, and I know a thing or two about attractive women. No law against telling one so.”
    â€œWell, I don’t like it. Are you really