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  Kate tossed it to her.

  Ashley turned up her nose at the scrambled eggs, though she fed Channing a piece of turkey bacon before thrusting a piece of paper at Kate. “You can sign it or I can forge dad’s signature.”

  “Hey,” Eddie said from the table. He pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. “I’m right here.”

  Kate grabbed the paper from Ashley and skimmed it. Permission slip to . . . skip state testing. “No.” Skipping testing was the last thing the too-smart, underachieving, overly dramatic teen needed to do.

  “Dad,” Ashley said, going for an appeal.

  “Whatever Kate says,” Eddie said.

  “You can’t skip testing,” Kate said. “Consider it practice for your SATs for college. You want to get the heck out of here and far away from all of us, right? This is step one.”

  Ashley rolled her eyes so hard that Kate was surprised they didn’t roll right out of her head.

  Tommy bounced into the room. He took one look at the camel and hugged it close. “It’s perfect,” he declared. Then he promptly inhaled up every crumb on his plate. He smiled at Kate as he pushed his little black-rimmed glasses farther up on his nose, looking so much like a younger, happier version of their dad that it tightened her throat.

  A car horn sounded from out front. Kate glanced at the clock and rushed Tommy and Ashley out the door. Ashley got into Kate’s car and turned left, heading toward her high school. Tommy and Kate got into the waiting car, which turned right to head to the elementary school.

  Their driver was Ryan Stafford, Kate’s second-best friend and the principal of the elementary school.

  And her ex.

  He must have had a district meeting scheduled because he was in a suit today, complete with tie, which she knew he hated. With his dark blond hair, dark brown eyes, and lingering tan from his last fishing getaway, he looked like Barbie’s Ken, the boardroom version. He watched as Kate got herself situated and handed him a to-go mug of coffee.

  “What?” she said when he just continued to look at her.

  “You know what.” He gestured a chin toward the cup she’d handed him. “You’re adding me to your little kingdom again.”

  “My kingdom? You wish. And the coffee’s a ‘thanks for the ride,’ not an ‘I don’t think you can take care of yourself,’” she said.

  Ryan glanced at Tommy in the rearview mirror. “Hey, Green Arrow. Seat belt on, right?”

  “Right,” Tommy said, and put on his headphones. He was listening to an Avenger’s audiobook for what had to be the hundredth time, his lips moving along with the narrator.

  Ryan looked at Kate. “Thought you were going to talk to him.”

  She and Ryan had once dated for four months, during which time they’d decided that if they didn’t go back to being just friends, they’d have to kill each other. Since Kate was opposed to wearing an orange jumpsuit, this arrangement had suited her. “I did talk to him,” she said. “I told him reading was a good thing.”

  “How about talking to himself and dressing like superheroes?”

  Kate looked at Tommy. He was slouched in the seat, still mouthing along to his book, paying them no mind whatsoever. “He’s fine.” She took back Ryan’s coffee, unscrewed the top on the mug, blew away the escaping steam, and handed it back to him.

  “You going to drink it for me, too?” he asked. He laughed. “Just admit it. You can’t help yourself.”

  “Maybe I like taking care of all of you. You ever think of that?”

  “Tell me this, then—when was the last time you did something for yourself, something entirely selfish?”

  “Ryan, I barely have time to go to the bathroom by myself.”

  “Exactly,” he said.

  “Exactly what?”

  Now she laughed. Ryan shook his head and kept driving. They passed the lake just before the bridge into town. The water was still and flat in the low light. On the far side was the dam that held back the snowmelt, controlling the volume feeding into the river so that Sunshine didn’t flood. Along the very top of the dam was a trail, which Kate sometimes ran on the days that she wanted to be able to fit into her skinny jeans. Up there, at the highest pool was an old fallen Jeffrey Pine. On its side, battered smooth by the elements, it made a perfect bench.

  It was her spot.

  She went there to think or when she needed a time-out from the rest of the world, which happened a lot.

  “You get a date for the wedding yet?” Ryan asked.

  No. She’d put that particular task off, and now, with the wedding only two days away, there was only one man who’d made her even think about dating. But tall, dark, and far-too-hot Griffin Reid was way out of her league. In fact, he was so far out of her league, she couldn’t even see the league. “Working on it.”

  Ryan made a sound of annoyance. “You’ve been saying that for months.” He glanced at her over the top of his sunglasses. “Tell me it’s not going to be me.”

  “Hey, I’m not that bad of a date.”

  He slid her another look. “You going to put out afterward?”

  Kate whipped around to look at Tommy, but the kid was still listening intently to his book. “No,” she hissed, and smacked him. “You know I’m not going to put out. We didn’t . . . suit that way.”

  “Well, I’m hoping to . . . ‘suit’ with one of the bridesmaids.” He glanced at her again. “You ought to try it.”

  “Sorry. The bridesmaids don’t do it for me.”

  He smiled.

  “Stop picturing it!”

  Ryan’s smile widened, the big male jerk, and she smacked him again.

  “All I’m saying,” he said, “is that you should stop treading water and try for some fun. Live a little.”

  “You think I have no life.”

  Ryan blew out a sigh. They’d been down this road before. “You know what I think. I think you do everything for everyone except yourself. Look at your track record. You’ve had exactly one boyfriend in five years, and you’re still making him coffee every morning.”

  “And you’re still driving me to work so I can fill you in on the school gossip without you having to actually pay attention in the staff room,” Kate said more mildly than she felt. Maybe because she heard the underlying worry in Ryan’s voice, and she didn’t want anyone to worry about her. She was fine. She was great. “We use each other. And we’re both fine with that.”

  Ryan reached over and pulled out the fancy, thick white envelope with the gold embossing sticking out of her purse. “Fourteen more days.”

  “Hey,” she said, trying to grab it back.

  He waved it under her nose. “Treading water, Kate. And the proof’s right here. Just like it was at this same time last year. And the year before that.”

  Again she tried to grab back the envelope.

  “Why do you carry the offer around with you when you know damn well you aren’t going to go?”

  She wanted to go. But . . . “It means a whole year away from here.”

  “And?”

  She blew out a breath.

  “It’s a dream come true for you,” he said quietly.

  It was. Being offered a full scholarship to the graduate program for science education at the University of San Diego—a world away from Sunshine, Idaho—was her dream. It would take a year to complete, an entire, glorious, science-filled year. With the degree—and the grant that Ryan promised to get her if she finished—she could bring a new and exciting science program to the county’s school district. It was something she’d wanted for a long time. Some women wanted a spa week. Kate wanted to go dissect animals and work with scientists whose work she’d admired for a long time. Yes, it would be great for the school, but the truth was that Kate wanted it for herself.

  Badly.

  “I was thinking maybe I’d accept and go this time,” she said.

  “But?” he asked.

  “But,” she said. “Next year is crucial for Ashley. We have colleges to decide upon
. . .”

  “Uh-huh,” Ryan said. “And last year it was Tommy’s health.”

  “He had pneumonia.” Snatching back the envelope, she shoved it in her purse.

  And they didn’t speak again for the rest of the ride.

  Three

  Grif drove through town, attempting to keep the memories at bay. He’d been gone a long time, and the places he’d been in the military were just about as far from Idaho as one could get.

  He’d once hated Sunshine, but that’d been from a wild teen’s perspective, one who’d grown up chafing at the bit. To that kid, the small ranching community had felt like iron bars. Being destined to run his dad’s ranching empire had been a death knell; one Grif had gotten away from by running off and joining the army.

  His father still hadn’t forgiven him, though their problems had started far before that. With the dubious years of maturity now on Grif’s side, he hoped to change that. But it wasn’t his dad he was thinking about now.

  That honor went to Kate, in a prim blouse and cardigan sweater, a cargo skirt with lots of pockets, and thick tights. The capper had been her snow boots, untied as if she’d just shoved them on in a hurry. She was a five-foot-four bombshell with showstopping curves stuffed into an elementary teacher’s wardrobe, and she’d effectively done what nothing else could—she’d taken his mind off the discomfort of being home. She was a paradox, Little Katie Evans. An adorably sexy, tousled, slightly repressed hot mess of a paradox.

  And she wanted to be called Kate. Kate was a woman’s name, and she most definitely fit the bill there. She had all those soft flyaway strawberry blond waves layered around her face, highlighting mossy green eyes, and the sweetest mouth known to mankind. He wasn’t sure exactly when his perception of her had changed or when he’d become so aware of his need to touch. But the sensible attire on that heart attack inducing bod combined with the one-hundred-mile-per-hour brain and sweet disposition was sexy as hell. And irresistible.

  Not good, because his sister, Holly, was extremely protective of her best friend. And although Grif had all the muscle in the family, muscle meant nothing when butting up against the sheer brick wall of his sister’s stubborn will.

  Holly wanted him safe and happy, but she absolutely did not want him within twenty feet of Kate.

  Hell no.

  And Holly had a way of getting what she wanted, which was why he was still awake after a red-eye flight and too many sleepless nights in a row now. She’d wanted to meet for breakfast, away from the family ranch, presumably to get a good look at him before anyone else. That was what nosy sisters did.

  He parked at the café where she’d ordered him. As he walked into the place, scents assaulted him, scents that were visceral reminders of being home again: coffee, bacon, and Holly herself as she launched at him. Her loud squeal of pleasure pierced his still ringing ears as she burrowed in. Ignoring his headache and his unease about being back, he endured the endless hug.

  “Missed you,” she whispered in his ear, and squeezed him half to strangulation.

  He held her with one arm, reaching up to resettle his baseball cap with the other. “Hey, Hol.”

  “Hey, Hol?” She hauled back and punched him in the arm. “I just said I missed you, you big lug, and all you have to say is ‘hey, Hol?’ I missed you,” she repeated with a devastating wealth of emotion blazing in both her voice and her eyes.

  He rubbed his arm. “That’s because I’m miss-able.”

  She made to slug him again, but he caught her hand. “Don’t,” he said. “And fine, I missed you, too, a little.”

  “Well, that’s more like it,” she said, softening. “Let’s eat. Dad wanted to come, but he’s caught up at Aunt Rena’s ranch until later this afternoon.”

  Uh-huh.

  Some of Holly’s smile faded at Grif’s doubtful expression. “I’m really hoping,” she said, “that my number two and three favorite alpha males can share their space without a fight. I want peace for my wedding to my number one favorite alpha.” Then she turned and kissed the man at her back. Adam Connelly was big and silent and stoic, and the toughest badass Grif knew. And yet the guy grinned like a sap after that kiss.

  Turning her attention back to Grif, Holly tried to pull off his baseball cap, but he dodged her.

  “Come on,” she complained. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

  “Did you forget what I look like?”

  “How could I? You look just like Mom . . .” Again she went for the hat, but he simply straightened to his full height so she couldn’t reach. “Though you act just like Dad,” she said. “I want a look at you.”

  Grif could’ve told her she really didn’t, but he held his tongue. Best not to give her any ammunition until absolutely necessary. “You can see me just fine.”

  Adam’s dark eyes took in everything Holly was too excited to see. Gently setting aside his fiancée, he stepped in close and gave Grif a very real welcome home hug—minus the usual male backslap.

  Somehow Adam knew.

  “At least you made it home in time for tonight’s bachelor/bachelorette party,” Holly said. “Great timing, you getting that early leave.”

  Not exactly great timing. And the leave wasn’t in her honor at all. Nor was it a leave. He was out, medically discharged, which she didn’t need to know about. He’d told no one from home, and he didn’t intend to change that any time soon. He didn’t want anyone fawning over him, and he sure as hell didn’t want anyone to know how badly he’d screwed up or exactly how close he’d come to missing the wedding.

  Not to mention the rest of his life.

  Out of the military for the first time in his adult life, Grif was home for the wedding and maybe also to make peace with the place that had once been the bane of his existence.

  “Have you seen anyone yet?” Holly asked after they were seated and had ordered.

  “Kate.” The name rolled off Grif’s tongue before he could stop himself. She was still on his brain, her and that sweet smile that could slay him dead—which even an IED at ground zero hadn’t been able to accomplish.

  “Kate?” Holly asked, putting down her coffee. “My Kate?”

  “I didn’t realize you owned her,” Grif said mildly.

  Holly was silent for a full beat, staring him down as if she could extract his secrets by osmosis. “No,” she finally said in her bossiest sister voice. “No. She’s off-limits, Grif.”

  “Excuse me?” he asked in the tone that would have anyone else running for the hills. Not Holly. Holly had this thing about boundaries. As in she had none.

  “Okay,” she said. “I know you hate to be told what to do, but don’t do Kate. I mean it, Grif.”

  “He’s a big boy, babe,” Adam broke in lightly, touching her hand. A gentle warning that she didn’t heed.

  “She’s vulnerable right now,” Holly said to Grif.

  Yeah, well, he wasn’t exactly feeling so steady himself.

  “Her mom’s gone,” Holly said, “and her dad’s— Dammit, Grif. You know what her life’s like. She’s practically raising her siblings on her own, and they’re not easy. Tommy thinks he’s a superhero, and Ashley does a damn good impression of the Wicked Witch of the West.”

  “East,” Adam said.

  “Aw,” Holly said. “I love that you know that.”

  Personally, Grif thought Adam should have to turn in his Man Card for knowing that, but Holly was smiling at him dopily, and then Adam leaned in and she met him halfway for an annoyingly long, hot kiss.

  “Great.” Grif blew out a breath. “My best friend and my sister swallowing each other’s tongues. This is nice. Really. I should have come home sooner.”

  They kept kissing.

  Grif checked his watch.

  They kept kissing. “Hey, you’re making the kids uncomfortable.”

  Holly pulled back and grinned. “Jealous?”