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hunger-induced hallucination.
    She took a deep breath and held up her hands. “I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten, and when I open them, I better not see any one of you inside my house. One, two—”
    “Stop counting and open your eyes, darlin’. We’re not going anywhere.” Owen again with that damn “darlin’,” something he probably called every woman under the age of sixty.
    Lexie glared. “Then please tell me why my house is suddenly being taken over by the mighty Lord Kincaids.”
    Logan brushed past her, and Lexie guffawed once more at the sheer gall of the way they behaved as if they owned the place. “Sit down. We have something important to discuss with you.”
    She rolled her eyes and went to the couch. “Of course, silly me. It’s only my home, after all. Who am I to disobey your orders?”
    “Alexa…”
    “Just tell me if you’ve changed your mind about giving me the job or not.”
    Before Logan had a chance to confirm or deny, Owen strode toward her and barked, “Stop asking about the damn job. You’re not working there, point blank. Never going to happen.”
    Lexie jerked her head back at the violence dripping from his warning. What was going on here? She looked over at Connor who was supposed to be the quieter of the brothers. He looked just as annoyed as Owen.
    Relenting, she whispered, “It was just a suggestion. Sorry. Sheesh.”
    “We didn’t come here to upset you. In fact, we brought something that might brighten your entire day.”
    Lexie frowned and craned her neck to glance between the three men standing before her. “Oh, yeah?”
    “Give it to her, Logan,” Connor said thickly.
    Baffled, Lexie noticed for the first time that Logan was holding his fist together as if to conceal something.
    Her heartbeat stopped, and for a fraction of a second, she allowed herself to think it could be the necklace.
    Logan stretched out his arm and opened his hand. “I believe this belongs to you.” He handed her a small pink box. Too terrified to open it and have her hopes dashed, Lexie could only stare at it, the tiny box jostling in her shaky hands.
    “It’s your mother’s necklace, baby. Open it.”
    In the back of her mind, she heard the husky tone of Connor’s voice, heard what he’d called her, but it was all just too much to think on. She had to see it for herself, know they weren’t playing with her. The pear-shaped diamond glistened beneath a row of ruby gemstones. Her throat felt tight. They hadn’t lied.
    “How did you guys get it?” she asked softly. And why would they do this for me?
    “It doesn’t matter. We knew it was important to you, and we weren’t blind enough to think Warren’s contract was legitimate.”
    A tear fell from her lashes and then another. She didn’t care. The only thing she wanted to do right now was throw her arms around each of them.
    Lexie beamed. “Thank you. I can’t believe you cared enough to do this for me. I assumed you all believed Frank instead of me because of…”
    “Forget about it,” Owen insisted. “That’s the past, and we didn’t come here to discuss that asshole. Like Logan mentioned earlier, we have something important to talk about with you.”
    The three of them were inching closer to her. “Am I in trouble?” She let out a giggle to lighten the mood.
    “I don’t know, Alexa. You’ve been doing a number on us for quite a while.”
    Lexie frowned in confusion, having fully expected at least some type of humor from them to reciprocate the banter. “Can I please know what it is you think I’ve been doing?”
    Owen expelled a loud breath and shoved a hand through his low cut hair. “She doesn’t have a clue.”
    The gratitude she felt toward them was quickly turning to fear and annoyance. She hated being in the dark. Everyone had kept her in the dark until she couldn’t help but notice her mother was dying. “I want to know what this is all about.” She clenched her jaw and rose from the