He turned and sprinted back toward the street, where his car was parked. She stood there a moment, staring in bemusement as he popped the trunk and bent over to rummage in the boxes.

He rarely drove his own car. She’d only seen the vehicle once. They always used his car service or hailed cabs.

Realizing she was still standing in the wide open doorway, allowing the bitter chill inside, she hastily withdrew into the apartment and shut the door.

She hurried back into the living room, grabbed a brush from the end table and began pulling it through her hair in short, rapid .

“Dara? What’s going on?” Bom asked cautiously.

Dara stopped and frowned. “I’m not altogether certain. Jae wants to talk. Asked if I’d give him the afternoon and then he’d take me to the apartment and help me pack if that’s what I wanted. He’s acting… weird.”

Bom snorted. “Of course he is. You dumped him after telling him you were pregnant with his baby. That has a way of altering your priorities.”

“I guess I’ll go…talk,” Dara said as she put the brush aside.

“Call me later,” Bom said. “I’ll want a full report.”

Dara blew Bom a kiss and went to the closet to retrieve her coat and scarf. She pulled on a cap and tucked her hair carefully underneath before heading back to the door.

When she opened it, Jae was standing there holding a pair of fur-lined boots. When she would have reached for them, he bent over and said, “Here, let me.”