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to keep them quiet. It was all so blasted normal.
It was a reality he didn't fit into anymore.
Get a clue,he told his unconscious. Pat was dead. One hundred percent dead, not
breathing in bubbles through his ruined face.
The ruined face had been all too real, though.Duncanscrubbed his hand over his own
face. So had the blood.
He turned away from the sunshine and grabbed his sweatpants. She'd headed downstairs
with her kid, which meant the bathroom was empty. He wanted a shower, hot as he could
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stand it and as soon as he could get it.
The bathroom smelled of woman stuff. There was a tidy little makeup case by the sink
and a plastic cup holding a yellow, adult sized toothbrush and a smaller red one. The
yellow one was damp. The shower stall was wet and smelled like flowers.
One good thing, he thought as he scrubbed skin that didn't show the bloodstains from his
dreams. At least he'd gotten over his weird initial reaction to her. He'd discovered that
when he'd gone with Ben to pick up her and her son at the airport. Not that he'd stopped
reacting, but that spooky whatever it was he'd experienced the first time he'd seen her had
faded to normal lust. He could handle that.
He lathered his face,then reached for the razor he kept on the small shelf. There was
another razor beside it. A pink one.
Had she noticed his razor when she showered earlier?
Oh, no, he told himself. Don't go there. But it was too late. The instant mental picture of
her, wet and naked, annoyed him a much as it aroused him. He held the skin of his cheek
taut with one hand and started shaving. She needed to be sharing a bathroom with Ben,
not him. But Ben's bathroom opened off the master bedroom. Chances were,she'd start
using it once Ben talked her into his bed again.
Ouch. Damn. He'd cut himself.
Ben had better start paying more attention to her than he had last night. First he'd
insistedDuncango to the airport with him. Then he'd barely spoken to her, either on the
ride back to Highpoint or once they arrived. That was no way to impress the
woman.Duncanhad suggested that he go out for a while, leave the three of them alone,
but Ben had been unusually nervous  about seeing Gwen again?Duncanwondered,
frowning. No. Nervous about getting to know his son.
Well, what of it? He snapped off the water. Of course Ben was focused on Zach. That
was the way it should be.
It did seem that if he'd been half as interested in Zach's mother five years ago, he would
have known about his son all along.
But that didn't make any difference. Gwen wasn't free, not in any way that counted.
Maybe he didn't see her as a sister-in-law yet. That, he thought grimly as he dried off,
was going to take time. But once she was sleeping with his brother again, his body would
get used to the idea that she wasn't available.
Right now, all he had to do was go downstairs and act normal. He grimaced as he opened
the bathroom door. That shouldn't be too hard. He'd been acting normal for a month now.
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The mingled smells of coffee and bacon drew him to the kitchen. He paused in the
doorway.
Ben stood at the stove, pouring batter into neat circles onto the griddle. Zach sat at the
table, elevated on one of the couch pillows. He had a milk mustache, a piece of bacon in
his hand and a plate empty of everything but syrup. His mother sat beside him with her
back toDuncan. She wore a sweater the color of raspberries. In the bright sunshine, her
pale hair was almost incandescent.
They looked like a family.
"Hi,UncaDuncan !My dad made usfatjacks for breakfast!"
A smile eased onto his face. "Fatjackshuh? Is that sort of like flapjacks and do I get
any?"
Ben spoke from the stove. "I'm putting yours on now. You'll have to flip them yourself 
I've got to get out to the site."
Gwen pushed her chair back. "Come on, Zach, let's wash a few layers of syrup off your
hands and get you dressed."
"No need for you to rush just because my day starts early," Ben said.
"I need to rent a car, remember?" She flashed Ben a quick, polite smile on her way to the
sink, where she yanked off a paper towel and dampened it. "I was hoping you could drop
me at a rental place on your way in. Hold out your hands, Zach."
Ben's jaw set in a wayDuncanknew all too well. "You don't need to rent a car. I told you
that. I've got my work truck, so you can use the Chevy. It's old, but I keep it in good
shape."
"Thank you, but I'd rather rent a car. I explained that when I agreed to come here."
"If an old Chevy isn't good enough for you, you can useDuncan's Mustang."
Her eyebrows lifted. "How kind of you to offer me the use of your brother's car. As I
said, however, I prefer to make my own arrangements."
Oh, but she did that well,Duncanthought, a grin tugging at his mouth. Princess to peon,
with more than a whiff of mad for flavor.
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