Wanted by Her Lost Love

he demanded. “You look like hell, Kelly. You aren’ttaking care of yourself. That can’t be good for eitheryou or your child.”“Don’t pretend that you care,” she said softly. “Justdo us both a favor and leave.”He looked like he was going to argue, but again,he bit back the words. He walked toward the doorand then turned around to her again. “Nine o’clocktomorrow. You’re going if I have to carry you theremyself.”“Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over,” shemuttered as he slammed out of her apartment.She woke up early as a matter of habit. A quickcheck of her watch, however, told her she hadoverslept by fifteen minutes. She would have to hurryto get to the diner by six. After a brief shower, shepulled on her loose-fitting jumper over a shirt andheaded for the door.She held her breath, almost expecting Ryan to beoutside. She shook her head and walked down thestairs. He was messing with her head and makingher paranoid. Any thought that she was over him and