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seriously need to get out more.” She sighed. “Oh, and let’s not forget the team building exercise. I just hope it isn’t paintballing again this year.”
    “At least being a nanny I’ve never had to do any of that.”
    “Lucky you.”
    Eden nodded. “Yep.”
    Hanna raised an eyebrow. “Until now. We should have one team building activity this week, to get you and David talking.”
    “Pfft, yeah, right. I hate paintballing, and I’m rubbish at the laser one, too, before you suggest that.” She paused. “Besides, I don’t think anything would get David talking to me.”
    “Seriously, Eden. We’ll go bowling. You, me, and David.”
    “What about the baby?” Eden asked, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of it. “You can’t take him bowling.”
    “Sure we can. Have car seat, baby will travel. We can take turns as needed and play against David. It’ll be fun.”
    Eden laughed shortly. “You really do have a weird definition of the word fun. Assuming David will come.”
    “Oh, he will.” Hanna winked. “He isn’t getting a choice in this either.”
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    David wasn’t sure how he got talked into this. Suffice it to say his sister wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he’d agreed simply to shut her up. He just prayed he wouldn’t meet anyone from work. Headley Cross, although a relatively big town, could be very small at times—usually at the most inopportune moments.
    Glaring at Hanna, he took the bowling shoes in exchange for his canvas sneakers. “This is stupid. We don’t need a ‘team building exercise.’ Eden and I know each other pretty well.”
    “It’ll be fun.” Hanna grinned at him, as she finished tying her laces. “When did we last do this?”
    David scowled. “Eden and I did this a lot with you and Eric, as well you know.”
    “And she always won. Well, now’s your chance to beat her.”
    David glanced sideways at Eden, annoyed at the way his heart sped up every time he looked at her. He had to get over her and fast. He thought he had, but being around her all the time only proved he wasn’t. “Perhaps.”
    Eden picked up the car seat. “Perhaps what?”
    “Perhaps David will actually beat you this time,” Hanna told her.
    “In his dreams.”
    Hanna laughed. “He dreams about you? This just gets better and better.”
    David scowled harder. They may have been teasing, but they weren’t far off the mark. Eden needed to keep out of his dreams. In particular ones where she ended up dying because of him, because he messed up and put his feelings for her before his work. Not for the first time that day, he tried to come up with a way for Hanna to give Eden the sack and for things to go back to the way they were.
    “Which lane are we?”
    “Twelve.” David took the car seat from Eden and set off down the building, trusting the girls were behind him. By the time they joined him, he’d set up the score board for Eden to start. He handed her the size bowl she always used. “Off you go.”
    Eden hefted the bowl and rolled a strike on her first attempt.
    Hanna laughed again. “Think she’s going to win again.” She took her turn and also got a strike. “Or not.”
    David shook his head and looked over the bowls. He chose one and rolled it slowly, deliberately missing. Twice. Just like he always did.
    Halfway through the game, Hanna left to pick up their food order.
    Eden picked up a bowl. “How was work?”
    “It was there.” He glanced at her. Was she taking Hanna literally about “team building” and attempting to make idle conversation?
    “Hanna tells me you write for one of the national papers. Must be interesting stuff. What type of stories do you cover?”
    “Political ones mainly.” He shoved a hand into his pocket. Yep, she was, and already on dangerous ground.
    “That would be why I’ve never seen any of it.”
    “Probably. You’ve always hated politics.” David sighed as she got another strike. He picked up a ball and aimed