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softly and turned from her, padding to the closet. With any luck, she wouldn’t have burned every single thing he used to own.
    â€œBrent, you’re dripping all over the place!” she called irritably after him. “All over my rug—”
    He poked his head out of the closet door. “My rug, too,” he reminded her pleasantly.
    She was on her feet, hands on hips, staring at him. “We agreed to keep the house together until Shanna was twenty-one. I’m to live in it, and we both have the option to buy the other out, or share in the profits if we sell it to someone else. The agreement does not mean that you can enter via the bathroom at any time and soak the place! You’re walking all over with those drenched pants.”
    She knew the second the words were out that she shouldn’t have spoken. He stared at her hard, smiled slowly, then unzipped his pants. She turned with a soft oath on her lips because she knew damned well that he was going to strip his pants right off and throw them on the floor.
    He did. She heard them fall. “Happy?” he asked her softly.
    She strode quickly to the dresser that had always been his, and hunched down to reach the bottom drawer. She found a pair of his briefs, socks and jeans and threw them in the general area of where he was standing.
    â€œFifteen years and you suddenly want modesty?” he queried in the same soft tone,
    â€œFifteen, and then three!” she reminded him, her back to him as she fished through her own dresser for jeans and a soft blue knit pullover. She could sense that he hadn’t picked up his clothing.
    â€œAm I disturbing you?” he asked, and despite the circumstances, she could hear the humor in his voice.
    She turned and looked him straight in the eye. “No.” Her gaze started to slip down his body. She couldn’t stand there much longer. “Excuse me, I’ll take the bathroom. If you think you can refrain from entering it for a few moments, that is?”
    His smile slowly deepened. “Well, I’ll try, Ms. O’Hara. I’ll certainly try.”
    She headed into the bathroom. She brushed her hair before the mirror over the sink and realized that her hands were shaking badly. She gripped the sink hard to make them stop. He was alive . The thought filled her completely. But he was talking in riddles, and she wasn’t getting anywhere with him. The past kept leaping before them.
    And desire, she reminded herself ruefully. She felt as if she hurt all over and she closed her eyes, wishing desperately that she had fallen out of love, not just out of marriage.
    She took a deep breath, swung around and went into the bedroom. Being clothed was much better. Brent was in the closet, but his wet jeans were hanging on the bathroom doorknob. His dry jeans and briefs had disappeared.
    He appeared in the doorway a second later, buttoning a tailored striped shirt. “You kept things,” he said bluntly.
    She shrugged and sat on the bed. “I meant to have you pick them up, or else send them to you. Then I decided you probably didn’t need them anymore. So I was going to have them all sent to the refugee camps, but I never did. Brent, tell me what—”
    â€œExactly where is Shanna?” he demanded, interrupting her.
    â€œShe’s out with David. I think you know him.”
    â€œWhere?” he snapped.
    â€œYou should have stayed in the army! You would have made a wonderful drill sergeant.”
    He strode across the room and leaned over her, bracing his hands on the bed. “I need to know where she is,” he said tensely.
    Before she could reply, there was a tap on the door. “Kathy? Are you all right? I’m not going to leave you alone tonight, you know that,” Patty called to her worriedly through the door.
    Brent backed away. “She’s not going to leave you alone tonight?” he whispered in dismay.
    â€œWe thought you were dead,