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minutes.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Matthew took a quick shower then headed down the hall toward the stairs. He paused at Casey’s door, tapped lightly, then opened it just far enough to see in. His little sister slept peacefully, her long lashes fanning baby-doll cheeks. She was still so innocent. His heart ached for what might have been. What sort of life might she have had if Ray had never come to work at the mansion as a gardener? A user and an abuser, he’d sweet-talked his way into Casey’s life. Her family hadn’t discoveredthe relationship until it was too late—Casey left home, moved in with Ray and lost her trust fund down the black hole of drug abuse. Ray’s addiction.
    Guilt squeezed Matt’s heart. And he thought the same self-condemning words that had repeated themselves over and over during the past eight and a half years.
    If only he had never hired the man who had wooed his sister then stolen her innocence.

Chapter Three
    R aven mulled over her strange telephone conversation as she wove in and out of five lanes of traffic. She was already twenty minutes late to meet Ken. And Ken didn’t like being kept waiting.
    Well, he’d just have to get over it. She wasn’t going to tell him the caller had been her long-lost half brother. A fresh jolt knocked into her gut at the thought. She actually had a brother?
    Sonny Thatcher. Son of Josiah Thatcher…her father. A twinge of guilt pinched at her as immediately her mind conjured the image of Mac. She didn’t want to hurt the man who had loved her as his own and raised her with the same loving care as he had her two younger sisters. But how odd to discover her biological father had lived in Kansas City. All these years, they’d shared the same city of residence.
    Her conversation with Sonny had been brief. She’d listened to just enough to convince her he might be telling the truth about their familial connection, set up a meeting time and place, then sat on her overstuffed couch and allowed her heartbeat to slow to a steadyrhythm for the next ten minutes. She wasn’t positive that she even wanted to know these men. But she couldn’t shake off her curiosity and had set up the meeting despite her conflicting emotions.
    A horn blared behind her as she whipped her SUV into the last lane of traffic just in time to avoid missing her exit. That’s all she needed, further delays.
    And why wasn’t Ken answering his cell phone anyway? Essentially, it was his own fault he didn’t know she’d be late. She’d tried to call him four times.
    She pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later and breezed into the coffee shop. Ken sat at their table.
    “I don’t want to hear it,” she said putting up her palm. “I have a good reason for being late.”
    He shrugged. “I just got here, myself.”
    “Ken! What if I’d been here waiting for thirty minutes?”
    He shrugged again. “So, what’s your good reason for being late?”
    “Forget it. Let’s just order coffee and get started.”
    “I’ve been thinking about it.” He drew on his cigarette, then released the smoke into the aisle where a leggy blonde in a red business suit walked by and glared. Ken gave her a once-over and pointed to the Smoking Section sign.
    “I wish you’d stop offending people with those things. Especially when I’m with you. What if they recognize me?”
    “You’re flattering yourself again.”
    Raven’s cheeks warmed. “What have you been thinking we can do?”
    “Most logical? Call him up and remind him why he ever had a ‘thing’ with you in the first place.”
    “Hey, don’t imply it was less than it was. We had a real relationship. No kissing on the first date, down onone knee, heirloom engagement ring, the whole works. And yes, waiting until marriage for anything more than kissing.”
    Surprise registered on his face. “So he’s the honorable type. That’ll help.”
    Raven scowled. “I don’t know if I want to use my past relationship with Matt just to get a story.