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shivers down her back. “I…sorry,” she whispered.
    “Are you seeing anyone?”
    She gasped. Hands fluttering so much, she needed somewhere to hide them. She stuffed them into her lap and ducked her head. A need for self-preservation made her lie. “Yes, I am, actually.”
    He frowned, and the squeak of the cloth napkin in his fists alerted her to how tight he held it. “I knew it.”
    “No, you didn’t,” she bit back. “You hoped I was, so you could be guilt-free of moving on yourself. Well, it doesn’t matter. Our divorce has been final for months, and you can see whomever the hell you want. I don’t care.”
    “KeyKey—”
    “I said don’t call me that!”
    “I’m sorry.”
    His response took her by surprise. She’d expected more since they’d been at each other’s throats since the year before, separated but not divorced until four months ago. He had taken that long to sign the papers, dragging his feet and driving her insane.
    “I don’t want to argue with you, Kiona. I want to have a good time…for Alex’s sake.”
    She sighed. “I agree.”
    The rest of the dinner went by without any more flare-ups. Ridge kept conversation away form personal topics, and she knew it was so she wouldn’t take what he said the wrong way. Early afternoon, she asked if they could drop by the hotel to change her length of stay and to leave her bag. “Are you sure you won’t stay at the house?” Ridge suggested.
    She glowered at him, and he let it go.
    “Welcome to Bainbridge Island, Mrs. Foster. We hope you enjoy your stay,” the desk clerk said. “May I see a credit card and a form of ID? Adding the extra days should be no problem at all.”
    Ridge reached into his coat. “I can—”
    “Don’t even,” she warned.
    He grumbled.
    “Hey, I’m no longer a starving artist. You don’t have to worry about it.”
    “When were you a starving artist?”
    She laughed as they headed to the elevator. “Please, I pretended a lot, but a sister was broke. That’s why your mother thought I married you for your money.”
    “She didn’t think that.”
    She gave him a look.
    “Okay, maybe a little, but she knows you’re better than that, and you’re a talented woman.”
    “Thank you, and she knows you pay me a hefty sum in child support every month.” When they entered the room, Alex made a beeline for the bed and lay down. Kiona knew her son was tired when he volunteered to nap. She set her shopping bags down, glad she’d been able to hit a few clothing stores for some things to wear during her stay. Depending on Ridge’s generosity wasn’t something she wanted to do forever. The fact that she’d sold two paintings gave her hope. Besides, going back to a regular job and putting Alex in daycare was a hard choice to make—even to spite Ridge.
    She laughed and lifted one aching foot to rub, thinking about her options. “Hell, I guess I could always get married again.”
    Ridge was on her in a heartbeat. He pushed her the couple of inches to the bathroom door and followed, pressing his body to hers. His anger radiated off of him in waves, and she sucked in a startled breath. “He better be worth it if you decide to marry him, because if he’s not, I will end him.”
    Kiona’s mouth dropped open. She put her hands up to his shoulders to push him back, but strength didn’t enter her arms. In truth, he shocked her because Ridge wasn’t a violent man. Even when he got angry, he’d storm off to go somewhere to cool down. She felt the tension in his shoulders, saw the tightness around his eyes. For the first time, she realized it looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well. Not that the man wasn’t sexy as hell. He still got her blood boiling, and she put it down to stress on the job.
    “Ridge, really,” she murmured but couldn’t get any heat into it.
    He didn’t back off. “No one is good enough for you. No other man should have you.”
    She frowned. “Are you saying if you can’t have me, no one