Wanted by Her Lost Love

he whirled around.“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.“None of your business.”“The hell it’s not. You didn’t go back to work. It’sraining and you’re soaked to the skin. Are youcrazy?”She laughed and shook her head. “Clearly I am.Or I was. But not anymore. Get out, Ryan. This is myapartment. You have no rights here. You can’t bullyyour way in here. I’ll swear out a restraining order if Ihave to.”His forehead wrinkled and he stared at her insurprise. “You think I’d hurt you?”She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Physically? No.”He swore under his breath. Then he ran his handthrough his hair in agitation. “You need to eat.There’s no food in this apartment. How the hell areyou taking care of yourself and a baby when you’reon your feet all day? You’re clearly not eating here.There’s nothing to eat!”“My, my, one would think you cared,” she mocked.“But we both know that isn’t true. Don’t worry aboutme, Ryan. I’m taking care of myself and my baby justfine.”