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“No, but she much prefers to make things up in her head than actually believe the truth.”

We both grinned.

“Yeah, I kind of got that she was a bit…well, that you have a strange kind of working relationship.”

“We do, but I like her and she’s really good at her job.”

Elijah rose to his full height and shoved his hands into the pockets of his light jacket. “I guess I’d better go.”

“Please don’t, if you want to stay, I’m going anyway.” I instinctively placed a hand on his arm and then quickly pulled it away, as if I’d been shocked. “Sorry, I’ll…well, I’ll get going.”

Elijah licked his lips and swallowed hard. “You fancy a coffee?” he asked. “The park café is open.” He nodded toward the Swiss Chalet type building painted in black and white.

My breath caught in my lungs as I thought about spending some time with him. I was supposed to have moved on, yet the possibility of being with Elijah alone, even if it was in café full of people, thrilled me.

I nodded. “That would be lovely.”

As we walked to the café, I told myself we were simply spending some time to pay tribute to our baby that we’d lost. It didn’t mean anything else. It wasn’t going to lead to anything because Elijah had Mia and I was starting a new relationship with Leon. The problem was, as Elijah walked beside me, I wanted for all the world to take his hand in mine, just as we did when we walked this park over five years ago.