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Brad. His heart sank, and then he had to laugh at himself. Of course that was what she was thinking about. And why not? What right did he have to want anything different? What he wanted didn’t mean a thing. This was all about Jill—and Brad. As usual. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

“What makes you think Brad sent me?” he said, his voice coming out a bit harsher than he’d meant it to.

“You’re his best friend.” She frowned and looked pensive. “You were my best friend once, too.”

There you go. Too many best friends. He was always the odd man out. That was exactly why he’d opted for Singapore when he had the chance. And maybe why he would go back again.

He raised her hand and brought it to his lips, touching her gently with a kiss, then setting her aside and drawing away.

“Jill, you’ve had enough excitement for tonight. Let’s talk in the morning.”

“No, tell me. What does Brad want me to do?”

It was the question in her eyes that scared him—the hint of hope. She didn’t really think that there was a chance that Brad might want her back....did she? It wasn’t going to happen. He’d seen it with his own eyes.

Brad was a selfish bastard. It had taken him years to accept that. Maybe Jill didn’t realize it yet. Brad was a great guy to hang out with. Playing poker with him was fun. Going waterskiing. Box seats at a Mariners game. But as far as planning your life with him, he wouldn’t recommend it.

“Jill, I didn’t come for Brad. I came to see you because I wanted to come.”

Okay, so that was partly a lie. But he had to say it. He couldn’t stand to see the glimmer of hope in her eyes, knowing it would only bring her more heartbreak. He had a message from Brad all right. But right now, he wasn’t sure if he would ever tell her what it was. She thought he was on Brad’s side, but she was wrong. If it came to a showdown, he was here for her—all the way.

He just wasn’t sure how much she cared, one way or the other. She still wanted Brad. He could see it in her face, hear it in her voice. He shouldn’t even be here.

No worries. He would leave first thing in the morning. He couldn’t leave before six when the ferry started to run, but he would slip out while she was busy. No goodbyes. Just leave. Get it over with and out of the way and move on. That was the plan. He only had to follow it.

The couch was comfortable enough but he could only sleep in short snatches. When he did doze off, he had dreams that left him wandering through crowds of Latin American dancers in huge headdresses, all swaying wildly to exotic music and shouting “Mambo!” in his face.

He was looking for something he couldn’t find. People kept getting in his way, trying to get him to dance with them. And then one headdress changed into a huge white parrot before his eyes, the most elegant bird he’d ever seen. He had to catch that parrot. Suddenly it was an obvious case of life or death and his heart was beating hard with the effort as he chased it through the crowd. He had to catch it!

He reached out, leaped high and touched the tips of the white feathers of its wings. His heart soared. He had it! But then the feathers slipped through his fingers and the bird was swooping away from him. He was left with nothing. A feeling of cold, dark devastation filled his heart. He began to walk away.

But the parrot was back, trailing those long white fathers across his face—only it wasn’t white feathers. It was the sleeve of a lacy white nightgown and it was Jill leaning over him, trying to reach something from the bookcase behind the couch.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up,” she whispered as though he might go back to sleep if she was quiet about it. “It’s not time to get up. I just needed this manual. I’m starting to heat the ovens up.”

He nodded and pretended to close his eyes, but he left slits so he could watch her make her way across the room, her lacy white gown cascading around her gorgeous ankles. The glow from the kitchen provided a backlight that showed off her curves to perfection, making his body tighten in a massive way he didn’t expect.

And then he fell into the first real deep and dreamless sleep of the night. It must have lasted at least two hours. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the bright blue gaze of one of the twins. He didn’t know which one. He couldn’t tell them apart yet.

He closed his eyes again, hoping the little visitor would be gone when he opened them. No such luck. Now there were two of them, both dressed in pajamas, both cute as could be.

“Hi,” he said. “How are you doing?”

They didn’t say a word. They just stared harder. But maybe they didn’t do much talking at this age. They were fairly young.

Still, this soundless staring was beginning to get on his nerves.

“Boo,” he said.

They both blinked but held their ground.

“So it’s going to take more than a simple ‘boo,’ is it?” he asked.

They stared.

“Okay.” He gathered his forces and sprang up, waving the covers like a huge cloak around him. “BOO!” he yelled, eyes wide.

They reacted nicely. They both ran screaming from the room, tumbling over each other in their hurry, and Connor smiled with satisfaction.

It only took seconds for Jill to arrive around the corner.

“What are you doing to my babies?” she cried.

“Nothing,” he said, trying to look innocent. He wrapped the covers around himself and smiled. “Just getting to know them. Establishing pecking order. Stuff like that.”

She frowned at him suspiciously. To his disappointment, she didn’t have the lacy white thing on anymore. She’d changed into a crisp uniform with a large apron and wore a net over her mass of curly hair.

He gestured in her direction. “Regulation uniform, huh?”

She nodded. “I’m a Bundt cake professional, you know,” she reminded him, doing a pose.

Then she smiled, looking him over. “You look cute when you’re sleepy,” she told him, reaching out to ruffle his badly mussed hair. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I put fresh towels in the downstairs bathroom. I’ll give you some breakfast before you leave.”

Leave? Leave? Oh, yeah. He was going to leave as fast as he could. That was the plan.

He let the sheet drop, forgetting that his torso was completely naked, but the look on her face reminded him quickly. “Oh, sorry,” he said, pulling the sheet back. And then he felt like a fool.

He glanced at her. A beautiful shade of crimson was flooding her face. That told him something he hadn’t figured out before. But knowing she responded to him like that didn’t help matters. In fact, it only made things worse. He swore softly to himself.

“You want me gone as soon as possible, don’t you?” He shouldn’t have said it that way, but the words were already out of his mouth.

She looked a little startled, but she nodded.

“Actually you are sort of in the way,” she noted a bit breathlessly. “I...I’ve got a ton of work to do today and I don’t really have time to be much of a hostess.”

He nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m on my way.”

He thought about getting into his car and driving off and he wondered why he wasn’t really looking forward to it. He had to go. He knew it. She knew it. It had to be done. They needed to stay away from each other if they didn’t want to start something they might not be able to stop. Just the thought made his pulse beat a ragged rhythm.

She met his gaze and looked almost sorry for a moment, then took a deep breath, shook her head and glanced at her watch.

“So far, so good. I’m pretty much on schedule,” she said. “It can get wild around here. My assistant, Trini, should show up about seven. Then things will slowly get under control.”

Despite her involuntary reaction to seeing him without a shirt—a reaction that sent a surge through his bloodstream every time he thought of it—there was still plenty of tension in her voice. Best to be gone before he really felt like a burden. He shook his head as he went off to take a shower.

It can get wild around here, she’d said. So it seemed. It couldn’t get much wilder than it had the night before.

That reminded him of what those boys were capable of, and once he’d finished his shower, he took a large plastic bag and went outside to collect all the items the boys had thrown down from the bedroom. Then he brought the plastic bag into the house and set it down in the entryway.