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when they stopped by the pool, sending Lydia sprawling across the backseat.
    Jane automatically reached over the back and grabbed Lydia’s arm to keep her from falling out of the cart.
    “Harrison, really! Must you always drive like a madman? If I get whiplash, I’m suing you, you old goat,” Lydia proclaimed, climbing off. “Jane, be careful. He’s a maniac.”
    Jane laughed. Despite her opinion of Lydia, the woman was absolutely right. Harrison did drive crazy. Fortunately, he always seemed to stop short of running over anyone.
    Harrison laughed and zoomed off again once Lydia was deposited. “Man, that woman needs to loosen up, but she’s too mean to get laid.”
    “Harrison!” Jane protested, trying not to laugh and failing.
    After working at North Winds for months, Jane had a whole new perspective on older people. It no longer shocked her to hear someone Harrison’s age suggesting Lydia’s problem was in needing to get laid, but it stopped being funny the moment Jane thought about her father being the man determined to do it. In fact, the whole line of worry about her father’s sex life appalled her in more ways than one.
    “I really don’t think we should be talking about Lydia that way behind her back,” Jane said sharply, softening her chastisement with a grin to let him know she wasn’t really mad. Harrison was outrageous, but he was not mean-spirited.
    “Oh, it’s not all her fault. I’m not saying it is. Lydia’s husband was a dick with everyone but his daughter. Couldn’t stand the man myself,” Harrison said briskly, grinning back at Jane. “But if you had met William McCarthy, you’d understand why that fine looking woman has herself trussed up so tight. Tell Morrie he better just give up on getting any of that.”
    Jane choked on a laugh and then caught herself, but not before she saw the twinkle in Harrison’s wicked gaze.
    “Mr. Graham, it may have eluded your notice, but I am not one of the guys you usually talk to in that manner. Your sexual implications are quite insulting to both Lydia and me.”
    “Uh-huh. So you haven’t tried to stop Morrie from chasing her?” Harrison demanded, laughing so much he had trouble getting the question out. He knew she had because Morrie had mentioned it.
    “Maybe I have warned my father away from her—not that it’s any of your business,” Jane admonished, squirming in the seat when Harrison laughed again.
    “Like anything you or anyone else said would stop that determined man. I knew better than that the first time I shook Morrie’s hand. Now you—I bet your father still stays up nights worrying about you because you’re just like him,” Harrison announced, eyes lighting on something in the distance. “Hang on, Jane. I have to run over someone.”
    Harrison hit the accelerator on the golf cart and shot off with Jane squealing and grabbing the seat in alarm. Moments later it was going full out, which was about 25 mph without the governor he’d removed to get it over its max of 15. The man in the path crossed his arms and held his ground. Harrison laughed wildly when Jane put a hand on his arm.
    “Harrison! Stop this thing now!” Jane yelled the order, having to catch herself when she was thrown forward in the seat, pushing her short skirt higher up her thighs. She was swearing under her breath when she jumped off the cart to save herself. “Lydia was right. You are a maniac .”
    She turned her traumatized gaze on the man they had almost hit, only to find herself staring at a muscled male statue in typical female fascination. His face was gorgeous and youthful, but the body was to die for. Her gaze fell to legs straining inside his jeans, to battered sneakers of a size that made interesting questions pop into her head. Finally, her gaze rose up to find a body builder’s chest inside a well-worn Princeton t-shirt that rebelled at constraining it.
    By the time Jane’s perusal made it to his laughing blue gaze again, she was