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  He took the hint and moved through to the next room. He found a large table set for one. The local paper lay on top of a copy of USA TODAY.

  Stephanie followed him into the room, but waited until he was seated before serving him his breakfast. She poured coffee, removed the plastic wrap from his plate of fruit and made sure the butter was within easy reach. Then she wished him “bon appétit” before disappearing back into the kitchen.

  Nash picked up one of the still-steaming scones. The scent of orange drifted to him. His stomach still growling, he took a bite.

  Delicate flavors melted on his tongue. Hunger roared through him, as unfamiliar as it was welcome. He sipped the coffee next, then tried a strawberry. Everything tasted delicious. He couldn’t remember the last meal he’d enjoyed, nor did he care. Instead he plowed through four scones, all the fruit and the entire carafe of coffee. When he was finally full, he pulled the copy of USA TODAY toward him and started to read.

  A burst of laughter interrupted his perusal of the business section. He frowned as he realized he’d been hearing more than just Stephanie in the kitchen for some time. The other voices were low and difficult to make out. A husband? Probably.

  The thought of a Mr. Wynne caused Nash a twinge of guilt. He didn’t usually go around looking at other men’s wives and admiring their bare skin.

  He turned the page on the paper and started to read again, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps racing down the hall. He looked up in time to see three boys running toward the front door.

  “Walk! We have a guest.”

  The command came from the kitchen. Instantly three pairs of feet slowed and three heads turned in his direction. Nash had a brief impression of towheaded boys ranging in age from ten or twelve to about eight. The two youngest were twins.

  Stephanie stepped into view and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. It’s the last week of school and they’re pretty wound up.”

  “No problem.”

  The boys continued to study him curiously until their mother shooed them out the door. The twins ducked back in for a quick kiss, then waved in his direction and disappeared. Stephanie stood in the foyer with the door open until a bus pulled up in front of the house. Through the window in the dining room Nash could see the boys climb onto the bus. When it pulled away, Stephanie closed the front door and walked into the dining room.

  “Did you get enough to eat?” she asked as she began to clear his dishes. “There are more scones.”

  “I’m fine,” he told her. “Everything was great.”

  “Thank you. The original scone recipe dates back several generations. My late husband and I rented a guest house from an English couple many years ago. Mrs. Frobisher was a great one for baking. She taught me how to make the scones. I also make shortbread cookies that melt in your mouth. I would be happy to leave a few in your room if you’d like.”

  Nash told himself that her mention of a “late husband” didn’t mean much more than that he didn’t have to feel guilty for noticing Stephanie’s bare stomach. The entire point of their encounter earlier that morning was that he wasn’t as dead inside as he’d thought. Good news that was not particularly meaningful.

  He glanced at her face and saw the expectant expression in her blue eyes. His brain offered a replay of her conversation and he cleared his throat.

  “If it’s not too much trouble,” he said.

  “None at all. The boys prefer chocolate chip cookies. I guess shortbread is an acquired taste that comes with age.”

  She offered a polite smile and carried his dishes out of the dining room.

  Nash flipped through the sports section, then closed the paper. The news no longer interested him. Maybe he would go for that drive now and explore the area.

  He rose, then paused, not sure if he should tell his hostess he was leaving. When he traveled it was usually on business and he always stayed in anonymous hotels and motels. He’d never been in a bed-and-breakfast before. While this was a place of business, apparently it was also Stephanie’s home.

  He looked from the kitchen to the foyer, then decided she wouldn’t care what he had planned for his day. After fishing his car keys out of his pocket, he walked across the gleaming hardwood floor and out to the curb where he’d left his rental car.

  Two minutes later he was back in the Victorian house. He walked into the kitchen, but it was empty. He crossed to the stairs and glanced up. Was she cleaning his room, or had she gone up to her private quarters?

  A loud bang made him turn toward the back of the house. He followed the rhythmic noise past the kitchen and pantry into a large utility room. Stephanie sat on the floor in front of a washer. An open manual lay on her lap and there were tools and assorted parts all around her.

  In the ten or fifteen minutes since she’d cleared his table, she’d changed her clothes. The tailored slacks and attractive sweater had been replaced by worn jeans and a sweatshirt featuring a familiar cartoon mouse. As he watched, she jabbed the side of the washer with a large wrench.

  “Rat-fink cheap piece of metal trash,” she muttered. “I hate you. I will always hate you. For the rest of your life, you’re going to have to live with that.”

  He cleared his throat.

  Stephanie gasped and shifted on the floor so that she faced him. Her eyes widened and her mouth twisted into a half smile that was as much sheepish as amused.

  “If you keep sneaking up on me like this, I’m going to be forced to put a bell around your neck.”

  Nash leaned against the door frame and nodded at the washer. “Is there a problem?”

  “It’s not working. I’m trying to use guilt, but I don’t think it’s helping.” She glanced from him to her jeans and back. “I thought you were heading out.”

  “The battery in my rental car is dead.”

  “Did you try guilting it into behaving?”

  “I thought a jump would be more effective.”

  “Sure.”

  She tossed down the wrench and rose. Wearing athletic shoes, she barely came to his shoulder. She gave the washer one more kick, then walked toward him.

  “Lead the way.”

  Nash straightened. “I could take a look at that if you would like.”

  Stephanie appeared doubtful. “You don’t strike me as the washer repairman type.”

  “I’m not, but I’m pretty mechanical.”

  “Thanks, but I’m going to get a professional in. I’ll go get my car keys. Why don’t you meet me in front?”

  Stephanie waited until Nash had started down the hallway before running upstairs to get the keys out of her purse. When she reached the top floor, she told herself that her rapidly beating heart had everything to do with the effort required to climb two flights of stairs and nothing to do with her guest’s appearance. She figured she was being about sixty percent honest.

  The truth was Mr. Elegant-in-a-Suit looked just as good in jeans as he had all dressed up. Daylight suited him, as well. Despite the fact that he couldn’t have gotten more than four hours of sleep, he looked tanned, handsome and rested. She, of course, had dark circles that had defied her heavy-duty concealer and a bone-deep weariness compounded by a broken washer and an as-ever challenged bank account.

  She took the back stairs down to the rear entrance and climbed into her minivan. After backing out of the driveway, she positioned her car so her bumper nearly touched his.

  Jumper cables proved to be something of a challenge, but after rooting around in the garage for a few minutes, she found a set behind a box of old spare parts for some mystery machine. She picked them up and turned, only to run smack into Nash.

  “You all right?” he asked as he grabbed her upper arms to steady her.

  All right? With her nose practically touc
hing his chest and her hands thrust into his rock-hard stomach?

  He smelled good, she thought wistfully as she inhaled the scent of soap and man. Something deep inside her, that feminine part of her dormant for the past three years, gave a slight hiccup of resurrection and slowly stirred to life. Awareness rippled through her. Awareness and sexual interest.

  Telling herself that the good news was that this would be a great story to tell her friends the next time they managed to sneak away for a girls’-only dinner, she stepped back and cleared her throat.

  “Okay. While I’m out today I’m definitely getting you that bell.” She handed him the jumper cables. “Hooking them up is going to be your problem. I know what a car battery looks like, but if I used those things, I would probably electrocute myself and set both our vehicles on fire.”

  “No problem. I appreciate the help. Are you sure I can’t repay you by looking at the washer?”

  “Thanks, but no. Think of this as part of our service here at Serenity House.”

  Nash studied her for a few seconds before turning and walking toward the parked cars. Stephanie sighed in relief. While the offer to pay her back was really nice, she had less than no interest in an amateur messing around with her washing machine. Whenever Marty had decided to “help,” he ended up completely breaking whatever had only been partially broken before. Now she hired experts at the first sign of trouble. Easier and certainly cheaper in the long run.

  She followed Nash to the curb and watched as he popped the hoods on both vehicles. He stretched out the cables and clamped one end to her battery.

  “What brings you to Glenwood?” she asked as he walked to his car and she did the same.

  “I’m visiting family.”

  Huh. She wouldn’t have picked him for the small-town type. “I don’t know anyone named Harmon in the area.”

  He opened his car door. “Actually their last name is Haynes.”

  “The Haynes men?”

  He frowned slightly. “You know them?”

  “Sure. Travis Haynes is our sheriff. Kyle, his brother, is one of the deputies, as is his sister, Hannah.” Stephanie tilted her head. “Let me see. I think Hannah is only a half sister. I never heard the whole story. There are a couple more brothers. One’s a firefighter and one lives in Fern Hill.”

  “You know a lot.”

  “Glenwood isn’t the big city. It’s the sort of place where we all keep track of each other.”

  Which was one of the things she liked about the area. While owning a bed-and-breakfast had never been one of her dreams, if she had to run that kind of business, far better here than somewhere cold and impersonal.

  Nash moved into his car and turned the key. The engine caught.

  When he stepped back out, Stephanie studied his dark hair and strong jaw. “I can see the family resemblance,” she said. “Are you a cousin?”

  “Not exactly.” He released the jumper-cable connection. “I don’t know much about them. Maybe you could fill me in later.”

  A shiver shimmied through her. Anticipation, she realized. Great. In the time it took to serve breakfast and dig out jumper cables, she’d developed a crush. She was thirty-three. Shouldn’t she be immune to that kind of foolishness?

  He coiled the cables, then handed them to her. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “Not one bit. Hunt me down when you’re ready. I’m usually in the kitchen after the boys get home from school.”

  “Thanks.”

  He smiled. Unlike last night’s, this one reached his eyes. They brightened for a moment, which made the cold foggy morning suddenly less dreary.

  Oh, she had it bad. And as soon as her long-legged, hunky guest drove off in his rental car, she was going to give herself a stern talking-to. Falling for one pretty face once had turned her life into a disaster. Did she really want to risk that a second time?

  She was a sensible woman with children and bills. The odds of her finding love with a decent responsible guy had to be substantially less than one in a million. She would do well to remember that.

  Chapter 2

  Nash circled around Glenwood and started out on the interstate. He checked his watch and when he’d traveled twenty minutes, he drove off at the next exit, turned around and headed back to town.

  With his car battery charged, he meandered through the picturesque residential neighborhoods. Ancient trees lined many blocks, the heavy branches touching over the streets and providing tunnels of shade. Big lawns stretched out in front of well-kept houses. Bikes and sports equipment littered the edges of driveways while bright blooming flowers provided color.

  The quiet small-town neighborhood wasn’t anything like the lakefront in Chicago where he currently lived. No big city lurked in the background. Despite the geographical differences, he was reminded of life back where he’d grown up. Possum Landing, Texas, might not have been as upscale as Glenwood, but it had the same friendly feel.

  He made a couple of turns without any thought of direction. He just wanted to keep moving. Eventually he would have to get in touch with his brother and deal with the pending family reunion, but not just yet.

  After his next right turn, he drove onto a wider street lined with huge Victorian houses. They were similar to Stephanie’s. All restored, all elegant and framed by massive trees. A discreet sign in front of one indicated it was also a bed-and-breakfast, with a restaurant. He briefly wondered why Stephanie hadn’t opened her business here rather than on the other side of town before dismissing the query and returning his attention to getting lost.

  He continued to drive through the neighborhood, turning left, then right. After ten minutes he found himself facing a large shopping mall, which he had driven past the previous evening on his way in from the airport. He was about to turn around when his cell phone rang.

  Nash checked the caller ID, then pulled over and hit the talk button.

  “What’s up?” he asked, even though he had a good idea of the answer.

  “I’m checking on you,” Kevin, his twin brother, said. “Did you flake out on me at the last minute or are you really here?”

  “I’m in town.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  Kevin sounded surprised. Nash shared the feeling. The last place he’d expected to be was here. Given the choice he would be at work—getting lost in an assignment, or training or even paperwork.

  “What changed your mind?” his brother asked.

  “I wasn’t given a choice. You told me to get my butt here or you’d drag me yourself.”

  “Right. Like me telling you what to do has made you do anything.” Kevin laughed. “I’m glad you made it, though. I’ve met with a couple of the guys. Travis and Kyle Haynes.”

  Their half brothers. Family they’d never known about. Nash still couldn’t get his mind around the concept. “And?”

  “It went great. There’s a physical resemblance I didn’t expect. Our mutual father has some pretty powerful genes. We’re about the same height and build. Dark hair, dark eyes.”

  Someone said something in the background Nash didn’t catch.

  Kevin chuckled. “Haley says to tell you they’re all good-looking. I wouldn’t know about that. It’s a chick thing.”

  Haley? Before Nash could ask, Kevin continued.

  “We’ve set up a dinner for tomorrow night. All the brothers will be there along with their wives and kids. Gage is here.”

  Gage and Quinn Reynolds had been Nash and Kevin’s best friends for as long as they could remember. They’d grown up together. Three weeks ago Nash had found out Gage and Quinn shared their biological father with Nash and Kevin.

  “I haven’t seen Gage in a couple of years,” Nash said. “How’s he doing?”

  “
He’s engaged.”

  “No way.”

  “Remember Kari Asbury?”

  Nash frowned. “The name’s familiar.”

  “He dated her when he left the service and came back to Possum Landing. She took off to New York to be a model or something.”

  “Oh, yeah. Tall. Pretty. They’re getting married?” It had to have been years since they’d seen each other.

  “Yup. She moved back and the rest is history. Apparently it all happened pretty fast.”

  “Even though Gage kept saying he wanted a family, I figured he was going to stay single forever. I hope it works out.”

  Nash meant it. He wanted his friend to have a happy marriage. To be sure about the woman he married. Not to always wonder what wasn’t exactly right between them.

  “Gage will be at the dinner tomorrow night,” Kevin said. “You’re coming, too, right?”

  “That’s why I’m here.” To meet his new family. To try to get involved in something other than work. Maybe to find a way to feel something again.

  Was that possible or was he like a kid wishing for the moon?

  He didn’t want to think about it so he changed the subject. “How’s the leg?”

  “Good. Healing.”

  His brother had been shot in the line of duty. Kevin was a U.S. Marshal who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time during a prison riot.

  “Do you have a limp?” Nash asked.

  “Some, but it’s supposed to go away.”

  “You’ll have the scar. Women love scars from bullet wounds. Knowing you, you’ll use it to your advantage.”

  “Funny you should say that.” Kevin cleared his throat. “I would have told you before, but you were away on assignment. The thing is, I’ve met somebody.”

  Nash thought of the woman’s voice he’d heard earlier. “Haley?”

  “Yeah. She’s…amazing. We’re getting married.”

  Gage’s engagement had been a surprise. Kevin’s left Nash speechless. He stared out at the tree-lined streets and couldn’t think of a single thing to say.