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Vaughn?”
    Brett flicked a glance at his sister. “Actually, my wife and I were involved in his capture.”
    His attorney had shared that the old man’s will had left a lot of furniture and memorabilia to the Mountain Historical Society, which had auctioned off the items in a very successful fund-raising effort. But Vaughn Elliott, bitter that he hadn’t been named in the document, had taken it upon himself to recoup the “lost” objects by stealing them from the winning bidders.
    Zan frowned, thinking that over. “God, I’m sorry. Grandfather left his entire estate to me, and Vaughn didn’t take it well.” He cleared his throat. “I hope you won’t be offended that I’ve retained good defense counsel for him.”
    â€œOut of your own pocket, I suppose,” Brett said.
    â€œIt appears Vaughn ran through his own monies a few years back.”
    His old friend shrugged. “I understand. Angelica and I weren’t injured in the incident... As a matter of fact, you could say it brought us together.”
    â€œYour Angelica?”
    â€œThat’s right,” Brett said, his mouth curving in a satisfied smile. “Angelica Walker.”
    Zan glanced over at the silent Mac. “What about you? Husband?” At that wedding reception, had he cuddled close to a married person? The nights since, had he been spinning little fantasies—and he had, no point in pretending otherwise—about some other man’s woman? His stomach churned at the thought and a chill rolled over him. He pushed his coffee away, no longer interested in it. “Well?”
    Mac held up both bare hands, clearly showing she wore no rings, wedding or otherwise.
    His world tilted again... Christ, was that really relief ? Before he could convince himself otherwise, Brett had his own question. “So, back in town, huh?”
    â€œYeah. And I’d sure like to spend a little time with my favorite mountain family. Not to mention meet your wife.” He glanced over at Mac. “I confess I crashed your wedding reception for a few minutes.”
    â€œWhat? You should have spoken to me.”
    â€œI didn’t want to draw attention to myself on someone else’s special day. But I’m surprised Mac didn’t mention it to you. We, uh, had a moment.”
    Brett’s brows rose. “I’m surprised she didn’t mention it to me, either.”
    â€œI forgot all about it,” the woman said. “I was there with Kent Valdez, remember? He occupied my thoughts.”
    â€œKent Valdez?” Zan could remember the guy. “Wasn’t he president of the Future Pig Farmers of America or something in high school?”
    Color washed up Mac’s beautiful face, and for the first time her blue eyes looked heated. “Are you really going there?”
    Zan felt woozy again, but that didn’t stop him from running his mouth. “C’mon. He was a head shorter than you and harassed all of us as the self-appointed hall monitor.”
    Mac glared. “The only one who is small right now is you.”
    Had they ever argued when they were together? Maybe she was mad about that little surprise move he’d made on her at the wedding. “Take it easy,” he muttered. Why was his head pounding so?
    Mac’s spine straightened. “Take it easy? Pl—”
    â€œMaybe we should save this for another day,” Brett put in hastily.
    â€œI don’t know why.” Zan pressed his fingers to his temple. “I’m only trying to catch up with old friends, for God’s sake.”
    â€œThat’s why you’re back, to catch up?” Mac asked.
    Her image was wavering again. “I’m here to manage some details of Grandfather’s estate. It should take a week or two. Then I’ll be gone again.”
    â€œOf course you will.”
    There was subtext to the four words that couldn’t penetrate the throbbing