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A half-dozen years… One look from those fabulous eyes and she could still make him act like a foolish kid

Trent felt his heart slug hard in his chest Oxygen backed up in his lungs Dear God, Bryn

He dragged the reether and cleared his throat, pretending to ignore the wo beside his father’s bed

Her presence in the roo in his gut made it impossible to act naturally, particularly since he wasn’t sure if the anger was self-directed or not

His father, Mac, watched the his son a canny, calculating look “Aren’t you going to say so to Bryn?”

Trent tossed aside the da to dry his hair when he walked into the rooed his mind and slid his hands into his back pockets He turned toward the silent woman hat he hoped like hell was an i time no see”

The insolence in his tone caused a visible wince to mark her otherwise serene expression, but she recovered rapidly Her eyes were as cool as a crisp Wyo “Trent” She inclined her head stiffly in a semblance of courtesy

For the first time in weeks, Trent saw anticipation on his father’s face The old“Bryn’s here to keep ravateand prodding atthe last feords

Trent frowned in concern “I thought you said you didn’t need a nurse anyreed”

Mac grunted “I don’t Can’t across-examined? Last time I checked, this was my ranch”

Trent srouch on his best days, and recently, he’d turned into Attila the Hun Three nurses had quit, and Mac had fired two ht be on the ile