"Please go away," she whispered. "Leave me in peace." He scowled. "Cecily..." "Please, Tate," she pleaded gently. "Just go home and forget that you know where I am. I've broken all my ties in Washington, I've put it all behind me. It's just me and the baby now." "You and the baby and your mythical dead husband," he shot back. "What do I have to do to get through to you?"