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a staple at the farm when her marriage went awry years ago. Trevor had been a teenager then with no plans of ever entering the family business.
    But things changed. Some things, anyway. Not Lilian. For as long as he could remember, she’d always spoken her mind without any filter. Some might say she was kind of pigheaded, but they’d never say it to her face.
    Truth be told, the farm wouldn’t have made it without her. She was a whole lot more than just the lady who grew the vegetables. She was the voice of reason.
    Trevor sighed, tossing a loaf of bread onto the table where he’d thrown the rest of the supplies he planned to take to Evelyn. “We need to try calling Casey again. Find out what we’re looking at here.”
    Lilian stilled. “Are you okay?”
    “This isn’t about me, Lil.”
    “That’s not what I asked.”
    Another thing about his aunt. She had this weird sixth sense when it came to detecting feelings he thought he’d done a sufficient job of burying. Somehow the two of them were cut from the same cloth, and it gave her the keen ability to read his mail.
    He hated it.
    Because, no. He was not okay. And he had her to thank for telling him about Evelyn in the first place. It was Lilian’s fault Evelyn was now only a few yards away, in his guesthouse. Lilian was to blame for that hug   —for the nearness of her, holding her in his arms. This was why he’d purposely put so much distance between them.
    It would take days to erase the smell of her from his mind.
    “Maybe I was wrong.” Lilian sat at the kitchen table, letting out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you to get involved.”
    Now she was worried?
    “It’s too late.”
    He grabbed a cardboard box and threw the food in, then stormed out the door, angry at Lilian for pushing him. Angry at himself for listening. Angry at Chris for allowing it to come to this. He’d done a lot of stupid things in his life, but this was a new low. But that wasn’t all, was it? He was mad at himself for still, after all this time, battling raw feelings for Evelyn.
    He thought he’d gotten over it. He thought he’d set this one down and told God he was done pining away for someone who would never be his. It was wrong. She was married. To one of his oldest friends.
    And he’d done a pretty good job of convincing himself he’d been successful. Until today.
    Trevor set the box on the passenger seat of his truck and drove toward the guesthouse. Just as he arrived and got out, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A Denver number he didn’t recognize.
    Did the FBI know he’d gotten Evelyn out of there?
    Against his better judgment, he answered. “Hello?”
    “Whit?”
    Chris. After all this time, Trevor was still his first phone call?
    “Tell me she’s okay.”
    Trevor involuntarily gritted his teeth. If Chris were anywhere near him right now, he’d have knocked him out cold.
    “Whit?”
    “What did you do, Chris?”
    “I can explain. Trust me. This whole case is bogus.”
    “The FBI sure doesn’t seem to think so. Have you talked to your wife?” Trevor paced outside the truck, keeping an eye on the white bungalow just in case Evelyn got curious.
    “No. They’re only giving me one call, and I wanted to talk to you. I need you to do something for me.”
    Trevor sighed. He really wanted to punch something. Or someone.
    “It’s not really for me, Whit. It’s for Evelyn. You’ve got a chance to spare her a lot of hurt.”
    Lilian was right. Trevor shouldn’t have gotten involved.
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “I need you to argue the other side of this mess   —my side. She’s going to hear a lot of stuff about me, and you’ve got to find a way to put her mind at ease.”
    “What’s she going to hear?” Trevor wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
    Chris paused. Now Trevor was sure he didn’t want to know.
    Trevor groaned. “I don’t want to get in the middle of this. It’s not like you don’t have hundreds of other people