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her words carefully. “I was worried. I thought maybe you were sad about something and that’s why you drew the picture.”
    He still didn’t look convinced. “I got in trouble.”
    “Tell you what.” Bridget met his eyes steadily. “You draw whatever you want and we’ll keep it in a special file. No one else needs to see it.”
    “You won’t show it to Uncle Micah?”
    “Not unless you want me to.”
    “Promise?”
    “Promise.”
    He watched her for several seconds. Bridget held his gaze and he finally nodded and picked up a crayon.
    “Ms. Grace! Ms. Grace!” Sophia, the self-appointed class monitor, was shrieking from her desk across the room. “Jordan’s eating his own boogers!”
    With a sigh, Bridget pushed herself to her feet. Sam was coloring intently now and she placed a gentle hand on his hunched-over back. He stilled beneath her touch—she didn’t even think he was breathing. With a final pat, she left him to his drawing.

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    Pea pods or broccoli? Bridget examined the frozen bags in her hands and then, with a shrug, tossed both vegetables into her grocery cart. They would keep, so she might as well get both. She pushed her cart down the aisle, trying to remember what she needed.
    Once again, she’d forgotten her list.
    Her eye was caught by a man farther down the aisle. His shoulder was propping the freezer door open as he pulled a stack of frozen pizzas from a lower shelf. The cold air swirled around him in a visible fog, curling around his thighs and drawing Bridget’s eyes to the tight, squeezable ass in front of her.
    She slowed as she got closer, unable to look away as heat melted her belly.
    What’s wrong with me? she wondered in exasperation. First making out with Micah Foster outside a bar and now ogling some strange man in the grocery store. What had turned her into such a ball of horniness?
    Straightening, the man turned and Bridget whipped her head around to pretend she hadn’t been staring at his ass in a drooling stupor of lust. When she saw his face, though, she stopped in mid-turn and stared again.
    “Micah,” she croaked, flushing at her froggy voice. She briefly considered pretending she had a cold to hide the fact that she was just really freaked out at seeing him, but just as quickly dismissed the idea. She’d never been good at acting. In her high school drama club, after a few disastrous attempts at trying out, she’d resigned herself to the fact that she’d be better off just painting the sets.
    Micah nodded. “Bridget.” He didn’t appear embarrassed or uncomfortable or anything. He just seemed bored. Bridget bit the inside of her cheek. She’d been worried that her first meeting with him would be awkward but this was worse than uncomfortable. It was heartbreaking.
    Dummy , she scoffed at herself. So we groped each other at a bar. What’d you expect—true love? Bridget didn’t really know what she’d expected but it wasn’t this cool dismissal she was getting.
    “Ms. Grace!” an excited voice piped up. Bridget crouched down to peer under the fully loaded grocery cart, grateful for the chance to look away from Micah, from the remote eyes that had burned so hotly into hers just a few days earlier.
    “Hi, Sam,” she said as she glimpsed the little boy peeking out at her. Sam was on his stomach on the bottom rack of the cart. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you down there at first.”
    “It’s okay,” he told her, with a serious nod. “There’s lots of stuff hiding me.”
    Bridget glanced at the Fosters’ cart. There definitely was. “Having a party?” she asked, looking back at Sam’s uncle.
    “No.” Micah scowled and shifted his weight. Bridget felt her face heat with a flush.
    Obviously, the man wasn’t interested in chatting with her in the grocery store aisle.
    There wasn’t even a hint of the sexual attraction that had positively radiated from him Friday night at the bar. It was a good thing she hadn’t ended up going home with