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she knocked it over.
    The frog falling over might as well have been a gunshot in the small house.
    “Nester, is someone else here?” the man demanded.
    Kayla bolted, not waiting for her aunt’s answer.
    Seconds later, a strong pair of hands grabbed her from behind and whirled her to face him.
    “Who are you?”
    When she failed to answer him, he called over his shoulder, “Nester?”
    As his large hands held her firmly in place, Kayla let out the breath she was holding and sucked in another.
    She had to be free—had to hide until she could find Sam.
    The man looked at her with a penetrating curiosity. Did he recognize her from the news?
    When she tried to break free, his grip tightened enough to keep her rooted. His dark eyebrows arched. “Nester, do you know this woman?”
    Terror gave way to anger as Kayla struggled to free herself. “Let me go!”
    “You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly but firmly. “Not until I know who you are and why you’re in Nester’s house.”
    Kayla hadn’t been this afraid since she was kidnapped off the street and put into a van.
    “I mean it, Mr.—
    “Leave her be, Luke. This is my niece, Kayla Hunter.”
    He dropped his hands immediately. “Niece?” He gave Kayla an almost embarrassed smile. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know you—she—had one.”
    Kayla just glared.
    At that, he abandoned his apology and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a little protective of these two beauties.” He looked at the women and grinned.
    Kayla rubbed her arms. Now he was going to try and charm her?
    “You should be sorry,” Aunt Nester scolded. “She’s just a girl. C’mon, child. Breakfast is ready.”
    Kayla slipped past Luke, went into the kitchen and sat at the table.
    “Kayla, this is Luke Garrett. He’s the son of my neighbor and dear friend, Rosie.” Nester turned to Rosie. “This is Meri’s daughter. Isn’t she pretty?”
    “Meri’s daughter? Oh my! How exciting!” Rosie came and sat beside Kayla. “And yes, she’s beautiful. I’ve heard so much about your mother I feel as if I knew her. When did you get here? How long will you stay?”
    Nester set a cup of coffee in front of Kayla along with a stack of pancakes. “Enough questions. She can talk after she eats.”
    Kayla eased the coffee aside. “Thanks, but I can’t drink coffee.”
    “Don’t like coffee, huh?” her aunt asked.
    “No. I love coffee. But it wouldn’t be good for Sam.”
    Her aunt stared at Kayla, puzzled. “What...?”
    “My milk. It’s important to eat and drink the right foods for the baby.” She took a bite of pancake.
    Luke sat opposite her, but instead of eating, was examining her closely. Not good. If he recognized her from the news, she was in trouble.
    Aunt Nester looked at her with a puzzled expression on her face. She didn’t understand. She must have presumed Kayla would let her breasts dry up. She was wrong. And Luke? His gaze became wary as a muscle in his jaw clenched.
    “How about orange juice?” Aunt Nester finally said, pouring a glass and placing it in front of her.
    Kayla’s hand flew to her mouth. Scooting back her chair, she ran from the room.
    “Kayla? What’s wrong?” her aunt called out, starting after her.
    But Kayla couldn’t answer. The mere smell of orange juice had sent her stomach heaving.
    Aunt Nester followed Kayla into the bathroom, then, after she’d vomited, wiped her forehead with a damp cloth. “Better?”
    “Yes,” Kayla said, her voice strangled with mortification. “Thank you.”
    “Now what brought that on?”
    “Can I tell you later?” She looked over her aunt’s shoulder to where the man presumably waited for them. “Please? Just don’t give me orange juice again. Okay?”
    “Done,” her aunt said.
    The man, Luke Garrett, stood when she came into the kitchen, went to her and took her arm. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look pale.”
    She sat at the table, nodded. “I’m fine.” She’d have to pretend.