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feel uncomfortable.
    Besides, she could find plenty of errands to do that would keep her away from Ian Donovan.
    "It's no big deal. You guys can stay if you want. Lori can take all of you down to look." She turned back to her niece. "Why don't you grab something to drink and a few snacks to take down with you, and the four of you can have a quick picnic and watch the ducks. I have to run to Lineboro to pick up some feed, anyway."
    "Oh, Uncle Ian can't come."
    "Nope, he can't. That'll ruin it."
    Kayli's hopes for a clean escape were dashed by the solemn looks on the girls' faces, and by Lori's smothered laughter. She gave her niece a questioning look.
    "Um, we were going to look for frogs while we were down there."
    "To find Prince Charming."
    "So we can be princesses."
    Kayli closed her eyes and silently counted to ten while her mind worked to come up with alternate plans. Just because the girls didn't want Ian to go with them didn't mean he couldn't.
    She opened her eyes to say as much but her mouth snapped closed. The twins were staring at their uncle with wide moist eyes, looking their hearts would be broken if he said they couldn't go without him.
    Ian was looking back at them with such a lost, bewildered expression that Kayli knew, probably even before he did, that he was going to give in without even the smallest of fights. And as much as she didn't want it to, her heart melted the tiniest bit when she realized that he was a complete and total push-over when it came to his nieces.
    The offer came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop and think about what she was doing.
    "Well then, I guess Uncle Ian can come with me to the feed store."

Chapter Four
    Ian shifted again on the hard bench seat, knowing that the chances of him getting comfortable had flown out the open window of the beat up Ford as soon as they pulled out of the driveway. But he wasn't shifting to get comfortable; he was shifting so he could watch Kayli out of the corner of his eye.
    She sat in the driver's seat, guiding the pick-up along narrow country roads as if she could do it with her eyes closed. A few strands of her long hair whipped around her face, pulled free from her pony tail by work and the wind. Her left arm rested carelessly on the doorframe, her fingers tapping out the beat of the country music that filled the cab while her right hand curled loosely around the steering wheel. 
    She hadn't changed before they left, and was still wearing what he had dubbed her work clothes: worn denim cut-offs, a short-sleeve shirt opened over a gray tank shirt, and dusty work boots. He wondered if she ever wore anything else, wondered what she would look like with her hair down, dressed in a slinky black dress. He'd bet a year's salary that four-inch heels would catapult her tanned, toned legs straight beyond the killer category.
    Then he wondered what she would look like wearing nothing but those four-inch heels, and nearly groaned out loud. He had to do something to keep his mind from wondering things that would only get him into trouble, but conversation was definitely out. He had already tried, and failed miserably.
    Where is it we're going?
    The feed store.
    Have you lived here your whole life?
    Yeah.
    So, what do you in your spare time?
    Sleep.
    How far is it?
    Not far.
    Are we still in Maryland?
    That one had gotten him such a look of amused disbelief that he actually leaned over and turned the radio up so he wouldn't ask anymore stupid questions. Because yes, apparently they were still in Maryland and what kind of idiot was he that he wouldn't know that?
    Apparently an idiot of the worst kind. But how was he supposed to know? Unlike Kayli, he hadn't grown up here. Yes, he knew Baltimore. And if he stretched it, he could pretend to be familiar with some of the outskirts of Baltimore, but that was about it.
    He searched his mind for something to say, but came up blank. Unless he decided to ask her point-blank why she didn't like him. He had