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“Are you going to answer me?”

Morgan wanted to reach over and haul Tara close. He knew he had to resist, but what a temptation she was. He ached. He knew he had to face her, had to look at her, had to tell her the truth and risk—no, probably guarantee—it would push her away.

“Go home, Tara. Or back to the diner,” he said softly, slowly turning his head to look at her, clenching the steering wheel in a death grip.

“Not until you answer me.” She settled into the truck’s seat. “Are you coming back?”

The silence was thick. “No. Coming back would be a mistake.”

It took her a while to digest that. “Why?” she finally whispered.

Morgan’s heart sank to somewhere deep in his gut. He paused, not wanting to see the reaction on her face, not wanting to see her hurt, anger or disappointment. He squared his shoulders. The words sat bitter in his stomach before he let them go.

“Tara. I’m...married.”