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NICK
I set Dallas to the job of making breakfast. Packing would go much faster and easier if I wasn't turning around every thirty seconds to catch his eyes on me. And I knew he was bothered by the scene I had made while he was gone, even if he didn't know what had upset me. There was no way I was going to tell him that when I discovered he wasn't in my bed when I woke that I'd assumed the worst, that he had decided all these shenanigans with me and the baby just wasn't worth it, and he'd decided to hightail it. And logically, I wouldn't have blamed him. He hadn't asked for this. But my reaction was hormone fueled and completely out of proportion.
I'd been completely unreasonable, and I knew it. I had pushed Kit to the edge of her patience and then shoved her off the cliff.
I'm sorry
