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  “You wouldn’t,” Cal told him.

  Walker shrugged. “You can bunk with me, but it would be on a sofa.”

  “Tempting,” Reid said with a grin. “But, no.”

  “You could always move in with Gloria,” Cal said. “No one would think to look for you there. Didn’t you say one of her nurses had set up a room for her downstairs?”

  “In the study,” Reid said slowly, considering the possibility.

  “You would have the whole upstairs,” Walker told him.

  “There’s plenty of room,” Reid murmured. His moving in would also annoy the hell out of Lori, and that would be a plus.

  A woman walked toward the table. She was tall, built and cover-model gorgeous. She smiled at him.

  “Darlin’, I just wanted to let you know that the night we had together was incredible. I still remember everything about it and I’m willing to swear to it. Want my phone number?”

  Reid studied her face and realized he had absolutely no recollection of ever having seen her before. What did that say about him?

  “I appreciate the offer,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I need a signed statement.”

  “You do that. I’m always willing.”

  She turned and walked away. He watched her swaying hips and felt absolutely nothing. Given the day he’d had, it would probably be months before he could think about having sex again, and how grim was that?

  He leaned back in his chair and looked at his brothers. “That reporter has me by the balls. I can’t sue. There’s no way to win. It would be a circus. I don’t want that. My manager says to lay low and it will blow over.”

  “He’s right,” Walker said. “People will get interested in someone else’s life.”

  “When?” Reid asked, knowing it couldn’t be soon enough. “I talked to him about the other stuff in the article. Where that bitch of a reporter said I’d blown off kids and charity events. I wouldn’t do that.”

  He hadn’t. He hated that kind of stuff, so he made it a point to never accept any kind of invitation where he had to show up and speak. He sent checks…or his manager did.

  “Just because some kid sent a letter inviting me to some charity thing doesn’t mean I have to go. But that’s not how the reporter saw it.”

  “You have to let it go,” Cal said. “You can’t do anything about it now.”

  Reid knew that was the truth, but he hated being painted in asshole colors. “I talked to Seth about the other stuff in the article, that baseball team that went to the state championships. He said that was just a mix-up with the travel agent. I didn’t know anything about it.”

  His brothers looked sympathetic, but that wasn’t helping. Maybe because sympathy wasn’t enough. Not when he’d been accused of offering to sponsor a baseball team and send them to their state championships, only to have the travel agent forget to include a return ticket. All those kids and their families had been stranded hundreds of miles from home with no way to get back.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he mumbled, knowing in truth, he hadn’t done anything at all. “I told Seth to send me everything. The fan mail, the charity requests. I’m going to read them myself.”

  “And then what?” Cal asked.

  “Hell if I know. I’ll do something. I have to. It’s one thing for that reporter to say I’m lousy in bed, but it’s another for her to claim I disappoint kids. I’d never do that.”

  Not messing up was one of the main reasons he preferred not to get involved at all.

  “This sucks,” he said, as he reached for his beer. “My life is at a new low point.”

  “Worse than when you blew out your shoulder?” Walker asked.

  “No,” Reid said quietly. “Not worse than that.”

  Walker shrugged. “Just trying to put things in perspective.”

  No, this wasn’t worse, Reid thought, but it was close. A little too close.

  REID WAITED until close to ten to drive to his houseboat. He’d borrowed Walker’s SUV so he could load up his stuff and transport it to Gloria’s house. Despite the late hour, there were two photographers waiting on the dock. They snapped pictures of him going into the houseboat and he heard one of them making a call, saying he’d been found. He also caught a suggestion about him taking an Internet class on how to please women.

  Twenty minutes later, he’d packed two suitcases and was backing out of his parking space. The tow truck he’d hired pulled behind the photographers’ cars in the guest parking section of the lot, preventing Reid from being followed. The guy would stay there a few more minutes, then leave. All Reid wanted was a clean getaway.

  When he reached Gloria’s place, Walker was waiting there to help him unload. They traded car keys and Walker left with the SUV. Reid’s Corvette was already hidden in the garage.

  “Hell of a way to live,” he muttered as he walked inside.

  He started up the stairs only to stop when he saw a somewhat familiar, tall blonde heading down. She smiled.

  “Hey, Reid. How’s it going?”

  “Good,” he lied, as he tried to remember where he knew the woman from. Then he focused on the scrub shirt and realized she was one of Gloria’s nurses.

  “Sandy,” the woman said when they were on the same step. “Sandy Larson. You interviewed me for the job.”

  Right. And her beaming smile said the interview had gone well. He remembered now—Sandy had been eager to sleep with her favorite player. They’d had a hell of a time on his big desk at the Downtown Sports Bar.

  “I heard you’re moving in here,” Sandy said.

  “Temporarily.”

  “Sure. Makes sense.” She touched his arm.

  “Listen—I had a great afternoon with you, but I wanted to let you know I’m with someone now. It’s exclusive. So I’m not going to be interested in a repeat performance. Please don’t take it personally, okay?”

  “Of course not,” he said, careful to keep his expression politely interested.

  He couldn’t care less about sleeping with Sandy again, but that wasn’t the point. She should be all over him, because hey, he was Reid Buchanan.

  But given how his day had gone, why was he even surprised?

  LORI ARRIVED a few minutes early for her shift. She put her jacket and purse in the hall closet and found yet another tall, well-built beauty in the kitchen.

  She hated that she instantly felt short and curveless. Even worse was the cause. She refused to let a womanizing, brainless twit of a man ruin her day.

  “Hi,” she said cheerfully. “I’m Lori Johnston.”

  “Kristie Ellsworth,” the stunning brunette said with a smile. “Gloria slept most of the night and woke up asking for you. I guess you made an impression.”

  “Hopefully a good one.”

  “I was going to take in her breakfast,” Kristie said.

  “I can do that if you want to head out.”

  “That would be great.”

  Five minutes later Lori walked in with Gloria’s breakfast.

  “You’re back,” the older woman said. “How unfortunate.”

  “I heard you were asking about me, so don’t pretend you’re not happy to see me.”

  “I’m not happy. I was asking in the hopes that you’d quit.”

  “No such luck.” She set the tray on the table. “We’re going to have to get you a hobby. Something other than being crabby. Maybe knitting. Everyone’s doing it.”

  Gloria ignored that and poked at her pancakes. “I don’t eat breakfast. I’ll have some coffee and nothing else.”

  Lori leaned close and lowered her voice. “I have just two words for you, young lady. Feeding tube. Don’t make me get ugly. Eat and be happy.”

  “You’re a most annoying person.”

  “I’ve heard that. It’s kind of a point of pride with me.”

  Gloria stared at her for several seconds, then passed over a section of the newspaper. “Did you read this yesterday?”

  “I don’t read the pa
per.”

  “You should. Women should be aware of what’s going on in the world. Which is not the point. Reid has moved in temporarily. Obviously he’s taking advantage of my weakened condition. You’d think he was old enough to clean up his own mess, but apparently not. Now he’s dragged the family name through the mud. He’s a constant disappointment and embarrassment.”

  Lori glanced at the headline and blinked. “Good in bed…not so much? That’s kind of cold.”

  “Apparently he didn’t please the reporter and she decided to tell the world. It’s disgusting. She’s nothing but a slut, but heaven forbid we should say that.” She tapped the paper. “Read it. Learn from it. My grandson has a way with women. Don’t be one of the idiots who falls for him and then gets her heart broken. I have no patience for stupid women.”

  “You’re warning me off,” Lori said, suddenly getting it. She grinned. “You’re worried about me.”

  “Go away.”

  For once, Lori did as she asked, mostly because she wanted to read the article.

  She settled at the kitchen table and spread out the paper, then scanned the first couple of paragraphs and winced. No guy wants to be told he’s not good in bed, especially in public and in print. That had to hurt.

  She almost felt sorry for Reid. While she had no sense of his sexual skill, he had to have learned something with all his experience. Didn’t he?

  The object of her speculation walked into the kitchen, looking rumpled and exhausted. He’d pulled on jeans and nothing else, his hair was mussed and he needed a shave.

  He was fifteen kinds of gorgeous.

  Lori watched him as he crossed the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. His impressive muscles flexed and rippled with each movement. He looked warm and sexy and deep inside her stomach she felt the beginnings of a quiver.

  He glanced up and saw her.

  “Morning,” he mumbled, then left.

  She didn’t exist to him. Never had, never would. Being attracted to him put her so far in the idiot camp that she would never find her way out.

  She was an embarrassment to intelligent women everywhere. Worse, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

  CHAPTER THREE

  LORI PULLED INTO her driveway a little after five. Her neighborhood was light-years away from Gloria’s street of gated mansions, but Lori didn’t mind. She loved everything about her house.

  Its two-bedroom, two-bath size suited her perfectly. She loved the details of the Craftsman style, the built-ins, the moldings. She loved that she’d painted every wall herself and had done most of the remodeling without help. She loved the colors, the garden, the porch, the way the house looked solid…and made her feel safe.

  She walked inside and breathed in the scent of garlic. “You’re cooking,” she yelled by way of greeting. “You’re not supposed to be cooking.”

  Madeline stepped out of the kitchen and grinned. “I don’t believe that was in the contract I signed, but I’ll have to go check. Besides, I’m having a good day. On good days I want to cook.”

  Lori studied her sister’s face, searching for lines of fatigue or paleness in her coloring. Neither was there. Instead Madeline looked serenely beautiful, as she always had.

  In Lori’s mind, the family gene pool had a killer sense of humor. Lori was average height, Madeline a few inches taller. Lori had inherited awful orange curls that had thankfully faded to a more muted reddish-gold. Madeline had auburn waves. She woke up looking like a 1940s movie star. With a little effort and some mascara, she looked like a goddess. It had taken Lori most of her life, but she’d finally learned not to be bitter.

  “How was day two?” Madeline asked. “Gloria still a challenge?”

  “She defines the term. This morning she nearly hinted that she liked having me around and then spent the rest of the day insulting me. I have to say there’s nothing wrong with her brain. She’s really good at the one-line put-down.”

  Madeline folded her arms across her University of Washington sweatshirt. “You still like her?”

  “I do. I know I shouldn’t. There’s a power struggle in our future and I’m going to win, but still, there’s something about her. She’s trying too hard to be a bitch and I can’t figure out why. Is it a defense mechanism? A way of coping? Did she have to be a bitch to get ahead all those years ago and forget to turn it off? One of her grandsons called. This guy named Cal. He wanted to come by and check on her. Gloria wouldn’t take the call and told me to tell him that she would be dead soon and then he could be happy.”

  Madeline shook her head. “You didn’t tell him that, did you?”

  “No, but it made me wonder.”

  “Not every sick person is a saint. Aren’t most of them exactly like they were in their regular life?”

  “Yes, in theory. But I just don’t want that to be true in Gloria’s case. I keep thinking something’s there. Maybe it’s because Reid was so insistent that she was awful. When I interviewed for the job, he made her sound like the devil.”

  Madeline grinned. “Oh, so we’re back to talking about Reid. You do have him on the brain.”

  Lori willed herself not to blush. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She sniffed. “I smell garlic but nothing else. What’s for dinner?”

  “Don’t try to change the subject. Admit it. You have a thing for Reid Buchanan. My practical sister has totally fallen for a sports hero.”

  “Not exactly fallen,” Lori muttered. “I have a stupid crush on him, okay? It’s chemical, which means it’s not my fault. I react to him. But it doesn’t mean anything. I’ll get over it. I’m smarter than him.”

  “Being smart doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

  “So my hormones keep telling me.”

  “Maybe you should go out with him,” Madeline told her. “Maybe he’s better than you think.”

  Madeline was possibly one of the nicest people on the planet. She saw good in everyone and believed in miracles. But Lori had never been a believer, and most people got on her nerves.

  In Madeline’s fairy-tale universe, men like Reid Buchanan would absolutely date women like Lori. They would probably find them fascinating. Unfortunately, Lori didn’t live in that universe.

  She pushed up her glasses. “I don’t think I’m his type. I get on his nerves. I’m not deferential enough.” All excuses for the real thing—Reid would never see her as a sexual being. She was his grandmother’s nurse. Sort of a living appliance. No matter how much she wanted that to be different, it wasn’t.

  “You’re funny and pretty and smart. Of course you’re his type.”

  Lori avoided mirrors whenever possible, but she couldn’t escape them. Pretty? Not so much. She was average. Nothing more, nothing less.

  “You’re an optimist,” she said. “Sometimes that’s annoying.”

  Madeline laughed. “You can’t be mad at me. I made spaghetti with garlic bread.”

  Lori’s mouth watered. “A carb fest for dinner?”

  “Absolutely. I was in the mood.” Her sister linked arms with her and led her into the kitchen. “While we’re eating, we can strategize about Reid. What you can do to get his attention.”

  “I don’t want his attention. He’s not anyone I would ever want to be with.”

  It was an old pattern, but one that had always served Lori well. She found it really helpful to put down that which she couldn’t ever have. It made the doing without so much easier.

  “I’VE MISSED EVERYTHING about this kitchen,” Penny Buchanan said as she ran her hands across The Waterfronts countertops, then lightly touched the control knobs on the stove. “It’s bigger than I remember. Is that possible?”

  Dani Buchanan grinned at her sister-in-law. “No. You’re remembering the kitchen filled with people and now it’s empty.”

  “But it will be full soon,” Penny said dreamily. “We’ll be cooking delicious food and it will be like I was never gone.”

  She leaned against the co
unter, then stared at Dani. “Oh, God. Am I a horrible mother for being thrilled to be back at work? I am, aren’t I?”

  Dani laughed. “Not at all.”

  Penny shook her head. “No. It’s not natural. I shouldn’t have any interests other than the baby. What if Allison knew I loved my work more than her? She would be devastated.”

  Dani grabbed Penny by the arm. “Hey, slow down. Take a breath. You’re fine. Loving your work is allowed, even encouraged. You need to be back in the kitchen because being a chef is part of who you are. As for the baby, Allison is incredibly spoiled and totally loved. Just be grateful you love your job.”

  “You mean be rational,” Penny said with a slight smile. “Hard to do these days, when I’m living in a sea of hormones. But I’ll try. You’re right. I love Ally, but cooking will always be my passion.”

  “See, I think you have a much bigger problem with Cal than with the baby. He’s not going to appreciate knowing he comes second to a bunch of pots and pans.”

  Penny’s smile softened. “He knows I love him.”

  Dani had liked Penny the first time Penny had married Cal. The second time was even better.

  “So you’re back, you’re excited about being back,” Dani said. “This is a good thing.”

  Penny eyed her. “I think I can guess why. You want to leave.”

  Dani glanced around at the restaurant kitchen. Penny had given her a job when she’d desperately needed to do something with her life, but this wasn’t where she wanted to be in five years, or even five weeks.

  “Let’s just say the thrill of sticking it to Gloria has faded,” Dani admitted. “You were great to give me a chance here, but I have to move on.”

  “I understand,” Penny told her. “I don’t like it, but I understand. Do you have any idea what you’re going to do?”

  “Try to make up for all the time I wasted trying to please Gloria.”

  Penny touched her shoulder. “Maybe if you think about it as a growth experience…”

  “So far, that’s not working. As mean as Gloria is, I still can’t believe she let me work for her all those years, let me believe I had a chance of moving up in the company, when she was never going to let it happen.”