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knew. Jamie and Ty.
    Charlie—Ty’s brother—was the tall man holding the little boy, or was that Will’s youngest brother, Tom? Tom was accompanied by his girlfriend, Gretchen, who looked a lot like Betsy’s roommate, Chelsea. Chelsea maybe had a thing for Charlie, though perhaps Emily just thought that because their names started with the same two letters.
    Then there was a Jack, a Max, two Daves and a Patrick. Oh, and Alex. A couple of those were Will’s brothers and others were former frat brothers…or something like that.
    Besides Chelsea, there were other women she was trying to keep straight: an Ann, a Helen and two blondes whose names wouldn’t stick.
    That didn’t even begin to cover the kids who were in the pool, crawling over a big plastic playhouse and propped in a playpen with plastic blocks.
    Her head reeling, she took Ty up on his offer and escaped to the relative quiet of the barbecue he was tending. He glanced over at her. “Madhouse, huh?”
    She held her cold, sweating soda can against her cheek. “I’m a librarian. I’m trying to check my impulse to walk around shushing everyone.”
    With an expert flip, he turned a sizzling burger. “Having second thoughts about accepting the invitation?”
    Emily shook her head. “I recently made a promise to a friend that I’d try to get out from between the bookstacks and live a little. I definitely think this qualifies.”
    â€œWould that friend be Will?”
    â€œNo.” She half-smiled, supposing that she and Will would never be friends now. Not that she could tell Ty about the marriage. It had been clear the day before that Will didn’t want her talking about that. “Will’s more of a…” She glanced up to catch Ty studying her more seriously than she expected. Her eyebrows rose. “Is something the matter?”
    â€œJust curious about the woman causing Will to break his promise.”
    â€œPardon?”
    â€œIn June, he told everyone not to expect to see him at any family functions for a good long while. And yet there he is now.” Ty nodded toward the opening in the sliding glass doors.
    Emily looked over. Yep. There he was. Her heart bumped against her ribs as she took in the sight of him. In a pair of worn jeans, running shoes and a T-shirt, he shouldn’t look so special to her. But wasn’t it natural to be fascinated by how he’d filled out in the intervening years? His shoulders were broad, his strong forearms dusted with dark hair, and there was the shadow of masculine stubble on the lower half of his face.
    In Las Vegas, she’d shivered at the feel of the whiskery, erotic brush of it along her cheeks and neck. Her mouth had been abraded by it so many times as she kissed his jaw, that the second morning they’d met she hadn’t needed lipstick—her lips remained reddened from the late-night caresses of Will’s chiseled chin and mouth. Now, his gaze roamed the backyard and she slid hers away, averse to being caught staring. He wasn’t hers to watch.
    Ty’s words echoed in her head. “Wait,” she said. “Why would he promise to avoid family functions?”
    â€œBecause—”
    A voice growled in Emily’s ear. “Did this guy forget to mention he’s married?” Will reached over to give Ty a good-natured punch in the upper arm. “You hound.”
    â€œHey, hey, hey,” Ty replied. “There’s no call to be throwing names around. Emily just needed a breather from the Dailey-clan chaos. You of all people can understand that.”
    â€œYeah, you got that right. But now I’m here. Emily, can I get you—”
    â€œWill!” Betsy rushed up and grabbed him from behind in a fierce hug. “You never call, you never write.”
    He shook his head, and rolled his eyes at Emily. Then he turned to his sister. “Betsy Wetsy. I think you’ve grown