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Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of ...
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she's not thinking clearly about the future?
Unwilling to reveal the depths of her despair, she lowered her gaze as unwanted desire tingled down her spine. Not him, nor any other man in his right mind, would ever find her desirable. She drew in a breath, struggling not to torture herself by believing one ever would.
Stepping forward, she placed the plates on the counter, which separated the kitchen from the breakfast nook. "I'm sorry, but I haven't been to the grocery store since my parents left. All I have are fast easy meals for the kids."
"No problem." Jason paused by the bar and brushed his hand through the air, indicating the food. "You really didn't need to go to this much trouble. I could have fixed something for myself when I got home."
Flustered by his comment when she hadn't gone to any trouble at all, Brie shuffled to the cabinet and pulled down two glasses. "What would you like to drink?"
"Iced tea is great."
She plopped the glasses down beside the plates, avoiding his gaze by staring at her footwear. The tiger head positioned on top of her slippers bobbed up and down as she walked across the room to the refrigerator. Opening it, she withdrew the pitcher. Her hand hovered over the condiments in the door. "Would you like some barbecue sauce, ranch dressing, or something else to go with the chicken nuggets?"
"No, I like them plain." The sound of his voice drew near. The weight of the container in her hand lightened. He brushed his free hand along her back. "I've got this."
His rich scent teased her taste buds more than the flavorful aroma of the chicken and his welcoming warmth tempted her to collapse into his arms.
She wrestled with the overwhelming impulse. He didn't need her problems. Yes, he'd been there when she needed him, and he'd been a good friend. A damn good friend, but she couldn't continue to lean on him. He deserved a woman who could love him, not one with a built-in family, or one who was still in love with her dead husband.