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of hurting him further. That confrontation she’d been so ready for would have to wait for another time.
    She would have to go. There was no choice. She would go back to the kitchen and repeat everything the paramedics had told her, then tell the butler to take over Mykal’s care himself.
    How strange this all was. How frustrating.
    With a deep, heart-felt sigh, she looked at the bedroom door. He was probably asleep by now. She might as well take in the water. It would give her a chance for one real look at him before she went.
    She stopped, unsure. Should she risk it? She shrugged. What else could she do? Softly, she opened the doorway and slipped through it, her heart beating hard. Taking a deep breath, she entered the room and set the pitcher of water down before she looked at the bed.
    Mykal’s eyes were closed. It looked as if he were sound asleep. She swayed with relief, then took the opportunity to look at him more closely. Even though his face looked pale and drawn and there were dark circles under his eyes, he was as gorgeous as ever. Despite everything, her heart yearned for him. Was there any way to stop it?
    No. She was just going to have to shove her feelings aside and learn to move on. She’d been tough before. Her whole life had been filled with hard choices, unpleasant consequences. She had to be totally tough now, and she knew she could do it. It wouldn’t be easy. But she could do it.
    But she was stalling and had to get away soon. Being this close to him again was hard. All the old feelings were still there, waiting to be released. And she had to make sure that didn’t happen. He hadn’t trusted her when she’d needed his support. He hadn’t done anything to save her from the Granvilli secret police. Anyone with this sort of wealthy background surely should have had the influence to make things easier on her at least. But no help had come. That was something she would find hard to ever forgive.
    Quickly, she went over in her mind exactly what she needed to get done. He had to sign the divorce papers she’d had drawn up. But most important—he had to sign away his parental rights to the child she was carrying. That, she knew, might be the sticking point. That was the one she would really have to fight for.
    Sighing, she turned and looked around the room. It was plain but elegant, decorated in white and gold. A flat-screen television sat on a table in one corner. A tall bookcase filled one wall. She walked over and began to study the titles, one by one.
    She ought to go.
    Now.
    Well, in a minute.
    Something deep inside was telling her that once she walked out the door, she might never be able to get this close to him again. Did she still love him? Her eyes filled with tears and she couldn’t read the titles any longer.
    “Hold it together,” she told herself softly. “Just keep it calm.”
    But the sudden sound of a male voice made her jump and gasp at the same time.
    “Looking for something?” he said.
    She froze in sudden horror. The voice was Mykal’s. There was no doubting it. She’d missed her chance to avoid this. Slowly, she turned, heart beating in her throat.
    “Hello,” she said, attempting a bright tone but achieving only a shaky rasp. Her version of a smile felt awkward. But she met his stunning blue-eyed gaze steadily. Like Anne Boleyn, she was ready to face the guillotine. “How’ve you been?”
    “I’ve been better,” he said, and grimaced.
    She waited, hardly breathing, watching his eyes. The hair was standing up at the back of her neck. She expected fireworks. She expected he would call out her name, yell, shout, order her out.
    Something. Some harsh emotion. But as she waited another second, and then another, her surprise began to grow. It wasn’t happening. There was nothing.
    The longer the silence lasted, the more breathless she became. Was he having trouble seeing in this dim light? Recognition should flash across his face any second now.
    But his attention