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It was a tiny town with quaint little stores and snow dripping off the various roofs. It made for a beautiful picture. She should feel at peace. She should be getting ahead and getting him out of her head.

"The guy has been calling to ask if I spoke to you. Darling, I cannot believe I am saying this, but he seems genuinely suffering."

"I don't care." Lowering her voice, she continued. "It was a mistake, something that should have never started." She shook her head.

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere beautiful." She looked out as a mother, and her toddler sloshed through the snow that had been shoveled to the sidewalk. The tiny clutch in her heart as she looked at the child did not surprise her.

For the past week, she had been thinking about a child, his child, which was foolish. She had read his reply and had not bothered responding. What would be the point?

"I thought you did not have an internet connection? It must be in the middle of nowhere."

"I am in town or what passes for one, and it snowed last night. Oh, Jace, you should see how white and virginal everything is!"

"You sound like you are planning on staying."

"No. As much as I love the place, I will return home."

"When?"

"I have a week left. Jack gave me a new play to read, and I have some books on my Kindle. Remember how I used to love reading?"

"You were voracious at it." He said wryly.

"I was. And I have not had the time to do so. I am taking walks, yes, in the snow and communing with nature."

"It sounds like you have been in nowhere for too long."

She laughed at that. "I am fine."

"And I don't believe I should be the one to send back those things to Hammond. I will leave you to do it when you get back. You are going to have to face him, Lynn."

"I know." She said with a sigh. "I know. And you are right, it should be me. I should be the one to send them back to him."

"Are you okay?"

"I am getting there. How are you?"

"Fine. Come back home soon."

Hanging from him, she cupped her hands around the cup to absorb the warmth. It had been impulsive and heady and wonderful while it lasted. Callum Hammond knows how to treat a lady; no wonder he was so popular with the opposite sex.

She had been dazzled by the attention and the lavish gifts. Not that she was materialistic or anything like that. She loved beautiful things, of course, and over the years had been able to afford to buy them for herself.

But his wealth was way above anything she was used to. He entertained kings and politicians and made million-dollar deals daily. He was powerful and arrogant. She had devoured articles about him and was astounded at the vast holdings of his company.

Oil wells in Texas, a small charter company his company had taken over, were now yielding profit. Apartment buildings, townhouses, a cruise line, an island in the Caribbean, a vineyard in Tuscany, flats in London - her head was pretty spinning when she read his bio.

The man was a force to be reckoned with, and she had fooled herself into thinking she could hold his interest for long. He had talked pretty, had her believing his words and his promises, had sucked her in with his expert lovemaking, and now she was finding it difficult to sleep without him.

Staring at the pie, she pushed the plate away and realized she was not hungry. Finishing the latte, she paid the bill and went on her way.

*****

He would spend the weekend at the club, he decided. She had not responded to his email, and his calls were unanswered. He thought grimly that The woman knew how to hold onto a grudge.

Well, he was going to his club for the weekend and trying to regroup. There were always things going on there. He would bury himself in the various activities and decide what to do afterward. He had to do something as he felt like he was going mad.

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