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since she’d reacted like that toward a man. And, while that in itself made her nervous, that wasn’t the problem she kept going back to.
    The slightly-muffled roar of Nate’s motorcycle only seemed to echo the conflicting emotions in her heart, and it failed entirely to remind her that she was still standing just beyond the garage entrance. Because it reinforced her real dilemma. She and Nate were simply from two different worlds.
    Nate was a man who had known wealth from birth, and while she was mature enough not to hold that against him, that upbringing alone put a large distance between them. She doubted he’d ever had to scrounge for food, or worry about being kicked out onto the street because his parents were late with their rent payments. From what she’d seen so far he didn’t seem to have a full-time job, and he certainly didn’t seem to need one, but without having to learn the responsibility of work she wondered how he could really learn the responsibilities of life. The lessons that came from struggling, and scrimping, and working too hard were important. Madison couldn’t think of another way to learn them, and she worried that that meant he hadn’t learned them at all.
    As the large garage door rolled up and Nate backed his Ducati into view, Madison’s frown deepened. Nate seemed like a good man, it was true, and she didn’t want to sell him short or judge him unfairly. But she couldn’t help but wonder if his easy-going, kind nature would persevere if he ever found himself having to work for the life he lived.
    The grin she saw in his eyes, shining at her beneath his helmet, certainly suggested otherwise.
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    Nate eased his motorcycle into the space between Logan’s truck and the garage door in his parents’ driveway a few minutes later, his mind still replaying that strange expression he’d seen on Madison’s face. It occurred to him that he’d never seen her sporting a genuine frown, and somehow the expression struck him as wrong. She was almost always smiling when they talked, and that smile suited her much better than the severe frown she’d been wearing when he’d left. But it isn’t my business, and I shouldn’t stick my nose into it .
    He was still shaking himself out of his unexpected obsession over Madison’s frown, making his way across the gravel to the stone steps that led to the front porch, when he heard the gentle crunch of an approaching vehicle. Expecting to see Dean’s Camaro—as that was the only vehicle he hadn’t noted as he’d pulled in—Nate turned around, prepared to greet his brother. And his eyes landed on the silver Bentley easing to a stop before him and he had to fight to keep his own frown from his face. The Bentley belonged to Emma Matthews, which meant that Angela’s boyfriend, Emma’s younger brother, was joining them for dinner again.
    Knowing his sister would pull him aside—if he was lucky—and yell at him if he turned and walked away before Eric was out of the car, Nate held his ground and waited impatiently. He offered a small, easy smile to Emma when their eyes met through the slightly tinted windshield, and she returned the gesture as her brother popped the passenger door open.
    “Thanks for the ride, Em,” Eric said as he stepped out of the car. He smiled at his sister before shutting the door and turning to walk toward Nate. The smile on his face never faltered as their eyes met, and he slipped his hands into his pockets as he said, “Hi, Nate.”
    Keeping his tone casual with well-honed practice, Nate inclined his head and replied, “Hey. Haven’t found yourself a car yet?”
    Eric chuckled, pausing to wave at his sister as she started backing down the driveway, and said, “I’m just waiting for the car that speaks to me.”
    “That’s always an important factor,” Nate agreed as he led the way up the stone steps. “But you probably want to have your own car before you move out on your own.”
    “Yeah, I know,” Eric