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that coated his jeans.
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    Megan was sure she was going to pop. She was used to grabbing a hamburger at the student union or a yogurt from the bookstore in between classes. Sitting down to a huge meal of fried chicken, mountains of potatoes with cream gravy, homemade rolls, and hot apple pie proved to be more temptation than she could handle.
    She leaned back in her chair, one hand on her stomach, and watched as Logan loaded his plate with a second helping of everything. He took a hearty bite of fried chicken and she wondered if his other appetites were as big as the one he had for food. And if she'd ever get a chance to find out.
    She thought about the way he had pulled her into the playful dunking in the pond. For a little while, she'd felt as though she belonged. But it was a temporary illusion. She was a guest in Logan's home, so naturally he'd felt the need to include her in his romp with his daughter. There was nothing more to it than that.
    He'd looked so alluring with water sluicing down his chest that it had taken all of her self-control not to rub herself against him to see if he felt as good as he looked.
    Megan glanced up to find Logan watching her, a speculative look on his face. She gave herself a mental shake and looked away, embarrassed at being caught in her wayward thoughts.
    Needing to put some distance between herself and Logan, she looked at Carol. "Has your dad had dinner yet?"
    Carol frowned and shook her head. "No. I'm almost embarrassed to admit we usually wait until after we've eaten. Feeding him is a major chore and it takes forever."
    Megan remembered how hard it was to get more food in her aunt's mouth than on her clothes before she'd discovered the baby food grinder. She still thought it was the best thing ever invented, but she doubted Carol had one on hand. "Do you have a blender?"
    "Yeah, why?"
    "Have you tried using it to grind up his food so he can eat it more easily?"
    "No. We've been feeding him baby food."
    Megan shuddered. No wonder feeding him took a long time. "Have you ever tasted that stuff? It's awful."
    Carol got up, went to the cabinets, and pulled out the blender. She set it on the counter and took a plate from an upper shelf. "If you can help me fix something he'll eat, we'll all be grateful.  Just tell me what to do."
    "You sit down and finish your dinner. I don't mind doing this." Megan reached across the table and snagged a piece of chicken. She moved to the counter, removed the meat from the bone, and dropped it into the blender. After a moment's thought, she did the same with a second piece.
    When it was chopped into small pieces, she fixed a plate with the meat, some mashed potatoes and gray, and a slice of apple pie she'd smashed with a fork. She glanced over her shoulder. "Would you mind if I fed him?"
    Logan was still watching her with an odd expression on his face. He didn't reply, but he nodded once and she took that for permission. With a spoon, dishtowel, and glass of tea in one hand and the plate in the other, she left the kitchen and headed down the hall.
     
    As Megan walked away, Logan felt lower than a sow's belly. For the last few weeks, he and Carol had taken turns feeding Charlie, but neither of them liked the job. He felt selfish and petty when he realized tonight was his night for the chore, and he was relieved to not have to do it.
    Carol glanced over at Katie. "If you're finished, why don't you go help Megan?"
    "Sure." Katie started to stack her dishes, but Carol waved her away.
    "Go on. I'll take care of those."
    When Katie was out of earshot, Carol set the dishes in the sink and poured two cups of coffee. "So, what do you think of Megan?" She handed Logan a cup and sat down across from him.
    He thought for a minute before he answered. Too little information would send Carol digging for more. Too much enthusiasm would have her planning his wedding. "She seems nice. Definitely a city girl. She doesn't belong out here."
    Carol snorted. "The way you