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Avery’s doing, no doubt. As were the new clothes and the twinkle that never seemed to leave his brother’s eyes these days. Trevor liked Guy’s new fiancée, but the fact that she so obviously loved his brother and was having such a positive influence on him in every way only made Trevor respect her all the more.
    “Hey,” he murmured back. And just as he’d expected, Guy unrolled a sheaf of oversize papers he’d been carrying under his arm.
    “I’ve been looking over the poster mock-ups, and there are a few changes I’d like to make. Especially to the proposed menus.” One corner of his mouth lifted in a grin and he winked. “You know how I am when it comes to food. Do you have a minute to discuss it?”
    “Actually, now isn’t a good time,” Trevor replied honestly. “Can I catch you later?”
    Since Trevor was all about marketing and almost never unavailable when he was at the Ridge and in full business mode, his brother’s raised brows came as no surprise. Then Guy happened to glance over his shoulder, to where Haylie was standing just behind him, still holding a powder-blue, near mummified Bradley. There was no denying that she was with Trevor, patiently waiting for him to finish his conversation so they could carry on.
    “Oh, yeah,” Guy muttered. “Sure.”
    From the expression on Guy’s face, Trevor knew he was curious, that he was dying to ask about the pretty woman and her baby. Thankfully, he was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. At least for the moment. Of course, the family grapevine ran at the speed of light, so Trevor had no illusions that word of his mysterious companion wouldn’t get around. Dammit.
    And then Guy went and made matters even worse. Stretching an arm past Trevor’s impeding bulk, he offered Haylie his hand.
    “Guy Jarrod,” he said by way of introduction. “Trevor’s older brother. Older, smarter and more handsome, of course,” he added with a wink. This time, it was meant to be charismatic, not self-deprecating.
    Trevor rolled his eyes, as much at Guy’s display of chivalry as at the fact that things seemed to be getting dicier for him by the second.
    Haylie accepted Guy’s hand and gave it a polite shake. “Haylie Smith,” she offered. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank goodness.
    While she was perfectly courteous, Trevor noticed she didn’t seem the least impressed by his brother’s attempt at charm. For some reason, that pleased him. Not that it mattered one way or the other—Guy was very happily and very firmly engaged, and Trevor wasn’t interested in any woman who came with even a hint of strings attached.
    And Haylie came with enough strings to knit an afghan.
    “Look,” Trevor said to his brother, doing his best to tamp down his growing impatience. “We’re in kind of a hurry. I’ll talk to you later, all right?”
    With that, he tilted his head, silently gesturing for Haylie to move ahead of him toward the nearest exit.
    “Right. Fine. Later,” Guy mumbled as they stepped away.
    Trevor felt his brother’s gaze on his back the entire time, and knew his mind must be racing. Dammit, just what he needed—more attention drawn to Haylie’s presence and his peculiar behavior.
    Against his better judgment, as soon as they stepped outside into the brisk December chill, Trevor gave in to the voice in his head that kept telling him to reach out and touch her.
    But he didn’t take her hand. Too intimate and not his place. Instead, he took her elbow, just to steady her and avoid any accidents while they made their way to her car.
    She didn’t seem startled by the action, even shooting him a small smile over Bradley’s fuzzy, hooded head.
    “Your brother seems nice,” she said, and he knew she was just trying to make small talk.
    “Yeah” was his monosyllabic response.
    Sure, Guy was nice. Nice and curious, no doubt.
    Haylie’s car, as it turned out, was another cause for concern. Though it was several years old and a model he was pretty sure