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else.”
    â€œMy dad knows the family,” Cindy said. “He went to Mackenzie’s funeral. I asked him questions about George Avery. They have a prize stallion, and they get a hundred grand every time he covers a mare. You better believe they guard that farm like Fort Knox. And after his son’s death, Mr. Avery doesn’t go out often. So this is the best way.”
    â€œStill grieving, I’m sure,” Noelle murmured. “It has to be devastating to lose your only child. Maybe his family can give him some solace.”
    â€œMy dad told me he has a sister and some nephews and nieces who live in other states,” Cindy murmured. “So that’s it, except for you, kiddo. Mackenzie never had other children. He and his wife divorced about three years ago. They sold the house and he moved back into the family home with his dad.”
    â€œWell, thanks for talking your dad into using their stud for his prized mare.”
    â€œIt gave me practice for when I ask for a promotion and a raise. I learned some new skills negotiating that deal.”
    â€œThank you anyway.”
    â€œSo have you and Colin made any plans to see each other again?”
    â€œHe’s going to help me pack.”
    â€œYou don’t fool around, do you?”
    â€œNo, he doesn’t fool around.”
    Cindy’s tone turned serious again. “I’ll call you tomorrow. And remember, it’s all a game to Colin. You’re just his entertainment. He’ll forget you as soon as he leaves the city.”
    â€œI’ll remember.”
    Cindy was probably right, Noelle thought when she hung up. Noelle was always willing to give people the benefit of doubt, but her heart had been broken numerous times. This time she’d make sure her guard was up when she was with Colin because he was too convincing.
    The kiss entered her mind again and this time she deliberately banished it. She had too much packing to do to think about Colin, and she worried about her dad finding out the main reason for her trip.
    Franklin Greenwood was a great father. The fact that she wanted to meet her donor father wasn’t a reflection on him. She was the apple of his eye, and she knew it. She’d never deliberately hurt him. He’d questioned why she wanted to move to Virginia, and somehow she didn’t think the summer camp was a convincing reason.
    She didn’t usually lie to him—hadn’t until now. And that didn’t sit well with her. But she didn’t know how to handle it any other way.

    Never in his entire life had Colin met a woman who had had such a devastating impact on him.
    It frightened the heck out of him.
    When he woke the next morning, he felt foolish. He was pursuing her the way he went after the flavor-of-the-month. And she was nothing like that. She was serious—the kind of serious he usually avoided. He didn’t understand this constant need to pursue her.
    It was daylight when he got dressed, then he went to the Jamisons’. The grooms were already mucking out the stalls. He saddled Maggie Girl and led her out of the stable. Riding usually cleared his head.
    After a walk, Colin urged the mare into a brisk trot. The cool winter air whipped against him.
    It was going to take a little persuading to get back into Noelle’s good graces. She was already skeptical of him, he thought, as he considered his next move. For a moment he wondered why he was going to the trouble. His only explanation was some magnetic force that seemed to pull him to her. Except, that made no sense at all.
    He rode for nearly half an hour, letting his mind clear of everything except the pleasure of the ride before he brought Maggie girl back to the stables and cooled her down. Then he brushed her before he left.

    Roses. A huge pot of them greeted Noelle when she opened her door. Beneath the roses was a pair of legs. All she could see were legs and roses.
    Then a hand slipped around the huge