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worse.
    Carolyn glanced nervously in the direction of the inside door, afraid of upsetting Tricia. When she spoke, her voice was a ragged whisper. “What do you want me to say, Brody? That I forgive you? Okay, for what it’s worth, I forgive you.”
    Brody’s expression was bleak, but his eyes flashed with frustration. He was famous for his temper, among other things.
    “You’ll forgive, but you won’t forget, is that it?”
    “I might conceivably forgive a rattlesnake for biting me,” Carolyn responded. “After all, it’s a snake’s nature to strike. But I’d be worse than stupid if I forgot and cozied up to the same sidewinder a second time, wouldn’t I?”
    A muscle bunched in Brody’s cheek. He was already sporting a five o’clock shadow, a part of Carolyn observed with a strange detachment. Or maybe he hadn’t shaved at all that morning.
    Oh, hell, what did it matter?
    “You think I’m asking you to ‘cozy up’ to me?” Brody almost growled. His nose was an inch from Carolyn’s, at most. “ Damn it, woman, I can’t avoid being around you, and you can’t avoid being around me, and all I’m suggesting here is that you let go of that grudge you’ve been carrying for seven-plus years so we can all move on!”
    Carolyn would have loved to slap Brody Creed just then, or even throttle him, but suddenly the door to the next room opened and Tricia peeked through the opening, stifling a yawn with a patting motion of one hand.
    “Have you two been arguing?” Tricia asked, her gaze shifting from one of them to the other.
    They stepped back simultaneously.
    “No,” Carolyn lied.
    “Everything’s just great, ” Brody added, through his teeth.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    M ISCHIEF LIT TRICIA’S blue eyes as she studied Brody and Carolyn, the pair of them standing as still as cigarstore Indians in the middle of Natty McCall’s kitchen.
    Just looking at her took the edge off Brody’s irritation. He’d always wanted a sister, after all, and now he had one. He felt a similar affection for Melissa, his cousin Steven’s wife, but he didn’t see her practically every day, the way he did Tricia, since Steven, Melissa and their three children lived in Stone Creek, Arizona.
    “Did Conner send you to check up on me, Brody Creed?” Tricia asked in a tone of good-natured suspicion, tilting her head to one side and folding her arms before resting them atop her impressive belly.
    Out of the corner of his eye, Brody saw Carolyn turn away. Her streaky blond hair swung with the motion, brushing against her shoulders, and just that fast, she was busy thumping things around on the counter again.
    “Brody?” Tricia persisted, while Brody was untangling his tongue.
    “It was my own idea to look in on you while I was in town,” Brody finally answered, grubbing up a crooked grin and turning the brim of his hat in both hands, like some shy hero in an old-time Western movie. “I don’t figure Conner would object much, though.”
    Tricia smiled broadly, flicked a glance in Carolyn’s direction.
    The can opener whirred and a pan clattered against a burner.
    Brody sighed.
    “Join us for lunch?” Tricia asked him.
    Carolyn’s backbone went ramrod-straight as soon as Tricia uttered those words, and Brody watched, at once amused and confounded, while she jammed slices of bread down onto the beginnings of two bologna sandwiches. She used so much force to do it that the things looked like they’d been made with a drill press.
    Deciding he’d stirred up enough ill will for one day, Brody shook his head. “I’d better get back to the ranch,” he said. “We’re replacing some of the wire along one of the fence lines.”
    “Oh,” Tricia said, as if disappointed.
    She moved slowly to the table, pulled back a chair just as Brody went to pull it back for her and sank onto the seat.
    “Hey,” Brody said, concerned. “Are you feeling all right?”
    Tricia sighed. “Maybe I’m a little tired,” she confessed. “It’s no