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Sinclair?”
    After a short pause, Candy replied,
“Why, Craig, honey. Did you misplace someone? Someone of
importance, perhaps?” The sweet venom in the woman’s voice sent a chill
down Ash’s spine. Women were so good at innuendo, although Sinclair didn’t play
games.
    “Candy, I’m asking this once, and
then we’re coming to your shop and making you wish we hadn’t.”
    “And you think my daddy and my
brothers would appreciate that, Mr. Russell?”
    The cab echoed with Craig’s breath
as it gusted forth, and he sucked another one in. “Candy, I don’t give a shit
if the army appreciates it or not.
Sinclair is not running away from us. Where is she?”
    Now with a hint of amusement
coloring her tone, Candy said, “You figured it out?”
    “I did. We did.” Craig’s jaw was
set hard, and Ash knew it mirrored his own.
    “Almost there,” he murmured.
    “Don’t bother, Ashton.” Candy spoke
quietly. “You keep straight on and follow that Greyhound. Sinclair will be
transferring at the next town if she’s gonna make
Canada.”
    “Canada!” Ash shouted, despite
himself. “What the fuck’s in Canada?”
    “Don’t know, other than it’s away from you two. Who broke her heart and then ground her
pride into the dust. And with Melinda Roberts of all things .”
    Ash didn’t think calling Melinda a
thing was a grammatical error on Candy’s part, but he didn’t dwell on it.
Instead, he indulged in a quick connect-the-dots moment and recalled the
earlier conversation and Sinclair’s penchant for eavesdropping. Their little
wench thought he and Craig were going to take up with the bitch again. He
groaned.
    “Melinda has nothing to do with
this—or us,” his brother interjected, clearly having put two and two together
as well.
    “On your honor?”
    “Honor,” they chorused.
    “Then good luck. I won’t call her
to warn her. And you make it good or I’ll have lost my best friend, snitching
on her. You understand me?” Candy’s voice cracked, and despite his fury with
her for aiding and abetting, Ash reassured her.
    “You don’t have to worry, Candy.
Swear.” Whoever ended up with that little blonde spitfire was going to be led a
merry dance, and Ash hoped he could help out with some of the steps.
    She clicked off on what sounded
suspiciously like a sob, and he risked a quick glance at Craig, who shook his
head. “Don’t know, Ash. I’ll never understand women. Except
in the bedroom. Now there I excel, if I don’t sound immodest.”
    Knowing the direction to Sinclair, Ash’s
spirits lifted a tad, and he forced a brotherly response. “You learned from the
best.”
    “Not everything.”
    Sobering, Ash said, “It’s gonna take us both to convince Sinclair.”
    “You got a plan?”
    “We’ll take it home. Work it out
there.”
    They’d turned their parents’ room
into a master suite by knocking out a wall and adding a seating area that they
hoped would double for other, more enjoyable things. A nicely done attached
bath and dressing area completed the area, one they’d
told Sinclair was a guest suite. But in truth it was for them and the woman
they’d hoped to find, when she’d been under their noses the whole time. Not
that they were completely unaware, merely holding on to what they’d believed
wasn’t their future. Craig had been right when he’d said Sinclair was like
their girl next door, her hiatus away at school giving them all time to mature
and focus.
    Except he and his brother hadn’t
figured it out in time. He’d known his feelings for her and hidden them. At least from Sinclair. Craig had refused to even talk to
him about it anymore, and it was the closest they’d come to separating as
brothers. So they’d hunted for other women and passed the time with sex and the
hope they’d find their One. Fucking stupid.
    “Have to air out the suite. Guess
we built it for her.” Craig sounded calm and focused, the way he did when there
was clear direction. Ash hated