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what a driver's license was, or how to get it. She stuck a finger in her mouth while she pondered this situation, and Chance tried to divert her interest. "Hey! Aren't those new shoes you're wearing?"
    Like magic, her face brightened again. She wriggled around so he could hold one foot up so close to his face she almost kicked him in the nose. "Dey're so pwetty," she crooned in delight.
    He caught the little foot in his big hand, admiring the shine of the black patent leather. "Wow, that's so shiny I can see my face in it." He pretended to inspect his teeth, which set her to giggling.
    Zane rose to his feet. "We'll put the boys down for their naps while you have her occupied."
    Keeping Nick occupied wasn't a problem; she was never at a loss for something to say or do. He curled one silky black strand of her hair around his finger while she chattered about her new shoes, Grampa's new horses, and what Daddy had said when he hit his thumb with a hammer. She cheerfully repeated exactly what Daddy had said, making Chance choke.
    "But I'm not 'posed to say dat," she said, giving him a solemn look. "Dat's a weally, weally bad word."
    "Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "It is."
    "I'm not 'posed to say 'damn,' or 'hell,' or 'ass,' or—"
    "Then you shouldn't be saying them now." He managed to inject a note of firmness in his tone, though it was a struggle to keep from laughing.
    She looked perplexed. "Den how can I tell you what dey are?"
    "Does Daddy know what the bad words are?"
    The little head nodded emphatically. "He knows dem all ."
    "I'll ask him to tell me, so I'll know which words not to say."
    "Otay." She sighed. "But don't hit him too hard."
    "Hit him?"
    "Dat's de only time he says dat word, when he hits his dumb wid de hammer. He said so."
    Chance managed to turn his laugh into a cough. Zane was an ex-SEAL; his language was as salty as the sea he was so at home in, and Chance had heard "dat word," and worse, many times from his brother. But Mom had also instilled strict courtesy in all her children, so their language was circumspect in front of women and children. Zane must not have known Nick was anywhere near him when he hit his thumb, or no amount of pain could have made him say that in her hearing. Chance only hoped she forgot it before she started kindergarten.
    "Aunt Mawis is goin' to have a baby," Nick said, scrambling up to stand in his lap, her feet braced on his thighs. Chance put both hands around her to steady her, though his aid probably wasn't needed; Nick had the balance of an acrobat.
    "I know. Your daddy told me."
    Nick scowled at not being the first to impart the news. "She's goin' to foal in de spwing," she announced.
    He couldn't hold back the laughter this time. He gathered the little darling close to him and stood, whirling her around and making her shriek with laughter as she clung to his neck. He laughed until his eyes were wet. God, he loved this child, who in the three short years of her life had taught them all to be on their toes at all times, because there was no telling what she was going to do or say. It took the entire Mackenzie family to ride herd on her.
    Suddenly she heaved a sigh. "When's de spwing? Is it a wong, wong time away?"
    "Very long," he said gravely. Seven months was an eternity to a three-year-old.
    "Will I be old?"
    He put on a sympathetic face and nodded. "You'll be four."
    She looked both horrified and resigned. "Four," she said mournfully. "Whodadunkit?"
    When he stopped laughing this time, he wiped his eyes and asked, "Who taught you to say whodathunkit?"
    "John," she said promptly.
    "Did he teach you anything else?"
    She nodded.
    "What? Can you remember it?"
    She nodded.
    "Will you tell me what they are?"
    She rolled her eyes up and studied the ceiling for a moment, then gave him a narrow-eyed look. "Will you wet me wide your moborcycle?"
    Damn, she was bargaining! He trembled with fear at the thought of what she would be like when she was sixteen. "No," he said firmly.