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expression. “There was dust on the bottle. She must have been holding it for a long time.”
    She said nothing. What could she say? But he seemed so lost and alone that she reached out and clasped his hand, aching for his sorrow. “I miss her, too. She was a great lady. And she was ninety-eight, Travis. She had a long, full life and she didn’t mind that you were busy.”
    â€œYou said she was lonely,” he said harshly, gesturing at the pig. The pet immediately pushed his snout against Travis’s hand, snuffling and begging to be petted. His hand clenched for a moment, and then he laid it atop the pig’s head, scratching the ears.
    â€œShe wasn’t lonely at the end,” Risa told him softly. “She adored that pig. Even when her hips hurt and her back ached, she would still take him out for his daily walk. She liked to take care of him. It gave her something to take the loneliness out of the day. I was always here for her, too. She wasn’t forgotten.”
    His gaze rested on the open photo album. “She said she was worried I worked too much. That money wasn’t everything.”
    â€œI seem to recall her saying that at least twice a week to me, as well,” Risa said, her lips quirking in a smile. She moved to pull her hand from his, only his grip tightened over hers. Surprised, she met his eyes and found him staring at her with an intensity that seemed entirely too sober.
    â€œYou cared for her at the end, when we weren’t here,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
    Her gaze was drawn to his mouth. Hard and firm, with just a hint of stubble surrounding it. Just enough to break the cold perfection of his face. “It was my job, but I loved her, too. I enjoyed living here with her and I miss her every day.”
    Their clasped hands seemed suddenly intimate. As if he realized what she was thinking, his thumb stroked along the back of her hand in a gesture that made her shiver. She felt her nipples harden through her thin shirt, and the flush began to creep back over her cheeks.
    â€œI’m surprised I didn’t remember you,” he murmured.
    â€œI’m not,” Risa said, and smiled to take the sting out of her words. “I worked really hard at being unobtrusive when family was here.”
    He grunted, his free hand stroking along the top of Gregory’s head. The pig’s straight little tail began to windmill again with excitement and his eyes closed, clearly happy to be getting attention from people. Travis stroked his head for a few minutes and sighed heavily. “I’m usually traveling three out of four weeks in the month, Risa. I can’t take the pig.”
    She swallowed hard because she knew what he was saying made sense, but she didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to think of poor Gregory being abandoned by everyone. Travis’s thumb was still brushing over her hand, making it difficult for her to concentrate. “It must be hard, all that travel. Hard to keep a relationship.”
    The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted the floor to swallow her up. Oh God. Why had she said that? The whiskey she’d chugged was burning in her belly. It was enough to make her skin warm but not enough to make her drunk. It had to be his presence.
    Travis’s dark gaze was speculative as he looked at her. “No relationship at the moment.”
    She nodded—what else could she say? There was an enormous knot in her throat at the moment.
    His hand left hers and he turned toward her.
    Risa watched, wide-eyed, as he placed a hand along her jaw and tilted her face toward his.
    â€œI’m going to kiss you,” he told her softly. “Been thinking about it all day, and I think I have enough alcohol in me that I won’t care if you slap me.”
    Before she could protest that she wouldn’t slap him, his mouth was on hers. Hot and wet and tasting of whiskey, his open mouth swooping