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no other choice. You have to tell him.”
    Kenna pushed her teacup away and laid her head on the cool wood of the table.
    Jack touched her arm. “The sooner it’s over, the better you’ll feel. And it’s not like he won’t find out eventually. You run in the same crowd.”
    Kenna groaned. She knew Jack was right, but she didn’t want him to be. “Quick like ripping off a Band-Aid, right? Okay. I’ll call him.”
    Jack tried to hand her phone to her.
    “This second? Seriously?”
    He put the phone on the table and pushed it toward her. “Yes.”
    ~*~
    Max couldn’t help but remember the unreturned calls, the unacknowledged flowers, and Kenna’s ridiculous attempts to avoid him at Lizzie and John’s house. He got the message. He wasn’t a stalker. But it was unavoidable that Kenna and he would run into each other every once in a while. Their best friends had just gotten engaged. Hell, they’d probably both be in the wedding party. He’d prefer it not be awkward and weird when they eventually did run into each other—but that ship had long sailed.
    He wasn’t sure any woman was worth the effort he’d made, even if he did share several friends with her. He’d had enough, so he’d just given up and figured when they ran into each other he’d make the best of it.
    Looking at the caller ID of his ringing phone, he had about a second to decide if he was picking up. Shit. “Hey, Kenna.”
    “Hey. Can you meet me for lunch?”
    Kenna stood apart from the other women he’d dated. Maybe because Kenna and he shared a secret knowledge of magic and things that go bump in the night. Maybe his amped-up interest had been a side effect of the danger they’d shared. He hadn’t had so much adrenaline running through his body since he was in the military. Whatever the reason for his initial interest, the relationship—if you could call it that—had not ended well.
    And yet he found himself saying, “Sure. When were you thinking?”
    Sure? Sure? She’d yanked him around by the balls for weeks, and he casually agreed to meet the first time she bothered to call him. He was too fricking nice sometimes.
    “How about tomorrow?” Her voice came across the phone tense.
    She sounded breathier than he remembered. Maybe anxiety played a part. Maybe she’d realized how oddly she’d acted in the last month or so.
    “Tomorrow’s Monday?” He mentally reviewed his plans. “I can do lunch.”
    Meeting in the middle of the day seemed innocuous enough.
    She cleared her throat quietly and said, “Great. Eastside Cafe? Noon?”
    “Okay.” And before he could ask her what the hell was so important she was ending her avoidance campaign, she’d hung up.
    ~*~
    Kenna tapped the end call button on her phone then set it down as far from her as she could reach. She pressed her palms against her eyes and groaned. “This is bad. This is so not going to be good.”
    “Regretting our behavior, are we?” Jack gave her a look that was obnoxiously lacking in sympathy. She slid her hands to her temple and glared.
    “You can’t be shocked I have some sympathy for this guy. He’s me, a few years ago.” Jack thumped his right hand dramatically to his chest. “You broke my poor, pathetic heart.”
    “My ass, I broke your heart. We mutually decided not to continue the relationship. Right?” She shook her head. That had been ages ago. She couldn’t exactly remember the details of her love life from that time, and what she did remember was covered in a sticky cloud of emotional goo. Her divorce had been less than a year before she’d met Jack, and it hadn’t been easy for her. But really, she would remember dumping Jack. That hadn’t happened. “Anyway, I thought you didn’t like Max?”
    “I didn’t like him when he jacked me around in the midst of your disappearance. I didn’t like him when I thought he’d dumped your smart ass.” Tipping his head to the side thoughtfully, Jack said, “But as things are currently looking,