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meal later, Trevor realized that the hunted feeling he'd been conscious of had been more the result of his own acceptance of the situation than anything Taylor or her family said or did. It bothered him that he felt so comfortable so quickly, no longer startled or amazed, but simply quietly fascinated. The entire family had instantly and in their respectively vague, cheerful, solemn, offhand, or matter-of-fact ways accepted him as a part of them. And he began to enjoy it.
    That was why he felt hunted. Absorption into this absurd family, however painless the process, boded ill for his bachelorhood. Not that he'd been clinging to that with rabid intensity, but a man liked to have at least some say in the selection of his wife, he thought uneasily.
    But when Dory, who had taken a chair beside his, slipped her tiny hand confidingly into his, and when he looked across the table to meet Taylor's smiling, vivid blue eyes, he found himself oddly disinclined to fight for his freedom.
    Definitely hunted.
    Taylor was aware, more by his reactions than anything else, that Trevor was still a bit unnerved. She watched his lean, handsome face across the dinner table, seeing the fascination, seeing his features soften whenever he looked at Dory, who sat so quietly beside him.
    She watched him gradually relax in the company of her family, bemusement reflected in his keen gray eyes. He responded easily to any question or comment addressed to him, catching on quickly to the family's unconscious shorthand and even replying in kind after a fashion. Several times he seemed to swallow a sudden laugh, amusement lightening his rather stern eyes and curving the firm lips.
    Lips.
    Taylor ruthlessly dragged her mind away from memory and back to inspection. She was gazing at the man she would marry, and she knew that with a certainty that wouldn't be denied. She even could have told him how many children they'd have.
    Psychic abilities, she thought ruefully—not for the first time—certainly took away some of life's little mysteries. Still, she didn't doubt that her trip to the altar would be troubled; Trevor, though accepting the clear proof of her abilities, was uncomfortable with them.
    And they'd only known each other a matter of hours, after all.
    Trevor found his apartment door unlocked and remembered even as he opened it that Jason had said something about stopping by. He found his brother stretched out on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on his flat stomach and a mug of beer in his hand as he stared at the television.
    "Make yourself at home," Trevor invited dryly, tossing his keys onto a table in the foyer before stepping down into the living room.
    "Don't mind if I do," Jason responded cheerily. He sat up and placed the bowl on the coffee table, smiling. Then his smile faded, and he came abruptly to his feet, staring at his brother. "What is it?" he asked in an altered voice.
    "What?" Trevor responded blankly.
    "You look like you've been hit by a train—mentally, that is."
    Trevor sank down in a chair and frowned at his brother, irritated to hear that his tangled emotions showed so clearly on his face. "Well, I haven't," he said, further irritated by the defiance in his own voice.
    Jason's eyebrows lifted and a grin began working at his mouth as he slowly sat back down. "Dare I guess the train was female?" he ventured solemnly.
    "I wouldn't if I were you," Trevor warned.
    Grinning openly now, Jason instantly demanded, "Who is she?"
    "She isn't what you think!" Sighing, Trevor knew that Jason wouldn't give up until he heard at least part of the story. So he set his mind to editing certain things, telling the rest as briefly as possible.
    "A whole family of psychics?" his brother exclaimed when he'd finished. "No wonder you look stunned. But I want to hear more about Taylor."
    Trevor started slightly. He'd deliberately glossed over any details regarding Taylor, and his brother's ability to home in on that surprised him. After an evening with