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of you.”
     
    “You didn’t. I offered.”
     
    Breccan leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled back. “Breccan. I am grateful that you trust me enough to tell me about your mom. And I’m more than happy to help out with her as long as it takes to find her somewhere new to live, but there’s a lot between you and me that still needs to be worked out before anything more….” I left it at that, now feeling incredibly awkward.
     
    He sat back, giving me space. “Yes. Of course.” He sucked in a deep breath, and I knew he hated this…distance between us as much as I did. My body yearned for more, but I couldn’t. Not yet.
     
    “I can’t wait until that fucking bitch is out of my life for good,” he commented.
     
    “Tell me about it.”
     
    Breccan turned back to me. “I promise, Cora, I’ll explain everything that happened with her too. But that’s a whopper of a fucking story and right now I’ve got to get mom some dinner.”
     
    “Do you want me—”
     
    He pressed my palm to his lips, “No. I’ve got this covered.”
     
    “Okay, then I’m going to go home and pack a few things. But um...” I bit my lip nervously. “Where…where would I sleep?”
     
    I knew he had five bedrooms, but I couldn’t have him assume that I’d share his bed again.
     
    Hunger flared in Breccan’s eyes, making me feel just as needy. We stared at each other, both wanting what wasn’t possible right now, and neither talking about it. The air was thick as a heated energy passed between us. It lingered until Breccan cleared his throat.
 
    “One of the guest rooms. There’s one across from the master bedroom. It’s the biggest.”
     
    I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice not to cave and spill the words it was dying to release, and made my way to the front door.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    Cora
     
     
    “Evelyn? Why don’t you come inside now? It’s getting chilly out and we wouldn’t want you to catch pneumonia.” I held the door open, admiring the amazing view of the perfect California sunset. A steaming cup of cocoa with marshmallows warmed my hands. “And I have cocoa!”
     
    At the mention of cocoa, she stood, leaving the afghan where it fell and snatched the cocoa out of my hands. “Give me that. It’s mine. You’re stealing from me!”
     
    I didn’t reply, just closing the door behind her as she snuggled into the recliner in the corner of her room, putting her feet up. “How is that for you?”
     
    “Needs more marshmallows,” she replied tersely.
     
    I chuckled quietly. “Noted. I’ll be sure you get some more next time.”
     
    I’d been taking care of Evelyn for three days now, and every day—hell every few hours—was something totally different. One minute she’d be sweet as pie, wanting to pinch my cheeks and feed me, saying how happy she was to finally see a girl who looked like she had a healthy appetite. While the next minute she was cantankerous and terse, treating me like the help. I never took any of it to heart, and really enjoyed getting to hear some of her stories from when Breccan was little (even though most of the time she still thought he was a little boy).
     
    Since I decided to stay and help with Evelyn, Breccan was able to go to his appearances every day promoting his upcoming movie release. I barely saw him, and when he did finally have some free time, he spent a lot of it working out or holed up in his room. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me space or avoiding me, but I chose to hope it was the former.
     
    “I’m hungry,” Evelyn announced. I glanced at my watch; it was almost six.
     
    “Alright. How does a hot ham and cheese with tomato soup sound for dinner?”
     
    “Can you put croutons in the soup?”
     
    I nodded. “Of course.” The front door squeaked opened before slamming shut a moment later. Breccan must be home. “Evelyn? I’ll be back in a few minutes. Will you be okay here with your cocoa?”
     
    She took another sip, a chocolate