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bright smile. “Oh, I’m Sunbeam.” Still smiling, she wrapped her fingers around his thumb. “Now, if you don’t want this dislocated, you’ll get the hell off my bed.”

Chapter 2
    They moved apart warily, two boxers retreating to their corners at the sound of the bell. Jacob wasn’t entirely sure how to handle her, much less the bombshell she had dropped. His brother was married.
    Once they were standing a careful three feet apart, he dipped his hands in the pockets of the comfortable jeans. He noted that, though her stance was easy, she was still braced, ready to counter any move he might attempt. It would have been interesting to make one, just to see what she would do and how she would do it. But he had priorities.
    “Where’s Cal?”
    “Borneo. I think it’s Borneo. Might be Bora Bora. Libby’s researching a paper.” She had time to study him objectively now. Yes, there was a definite resemblance to Cal, in the way he stood, in the rhythm of his speech. But, even though she accepted that, she wasn’t ready to trust him. “Cal must have told you she’s a cultural anthropologist.”
    He hesitated, then brought out the smile again. He wasn’t nearly as concerned now with what Cal had or had not told him in his report as with what his brother had told this woman named Sunbeam. Sunbeam, he thought distractedly. Was anyone really named Sunbeam?
    “Of course.” He lied smoothly and without compunction. “He didn’t mention he’d be away. How long?”
    “A few more weeks.” She tugged the red sweater down over her hips. She could already feel bruises forming. It didn’t annoy her. She had held her own—well, almost held her own—against him. And she hoped she’d get another shot. “It’s funny he never said you were coming.”
    “He didn’t know.” Frustrated, he looked out the window at the snow and the trees. He’d come so close, so damn close, only to wait. “I wasn’t sure I could make it.”
    “Yeah.” With a lazy shrug, she rocked back on her heels. “Like you couldn’t make it to the wedding. We all thought it was odd that none of Cal’s family showed up for the big day.”
    He turned back at that. There was definite censoriousness in her voice. He didn’t care for it—he rarely tolerated it—but in this case it was almost amusing. “Believe me, if we could have been here, we would have.”
    “Hmm. Well, since we’ve finished wrestling, we might as well go down and have some tea.” She started toward the door, flicking a glance over him as she passed. “What degree black belt do you have?”
    “Seventh.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
    “Right.” More than a little miffed, she started downstairs. “I didn’t figure people like you would go in for martial arts.”
    “People like me?” He spoke absently as he ran his palm over the smooth wood of the railing.
    “You’re a physicist or something, right?”
    “Or something.” He spotted a woven throw over the back of a chair in striking colors that challenged rather than blended. Though the look of it tugged at his memory, he resisted the temptation to go over for a closer examination. “And you? What are you?”
    “Nothing. I’m working on it.”
    When Sunny swung into the kitchen, she went directly to the stove. She didn’t notice the blank astonishment on Jacob’s face.
    Like something out of an old video or reference book, he thought as he scanned the room. Only this was much, much better than any reproduction. Delightful, he thought, astonishment turning to pleasure. Absolutely delightful. His hands itched to try out every dial and knob.
    “Jacob?”
    “What?”
    With her brows drawn together, Sunny stared at him. An oddball, she decided. Gorgeous, certainly, but an oddball. And for the time being she was stuck with him. “I said we’re big on tea around here. Do you have a preference?”
    “No.” He couldn’t resist. He simply couldn’t. As she turned to put the kettle