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to not stare into Trent’s silently accusing eyes. She reached down and scratched the mutt behind his ears. His dark eyes regarded her warmly, a wet, pink tongue slid out of the side of his mouth and he rolled over, offering her his belly to be rubbed.
    “Seems like you’ve made a friend for life,” Trent observed.
    And right now I need each and every one, she thought.
    The sound of a truck engine reached Gina’s ears and she turned to see a big pickup lumbering down the lane. Piled high with sacks of grain, the bed sat low over the tires. Behind the wheel, aviator sunglasses in place, was Garrett Kincaid, the patriarch of a brood of six, maybe even seven, illegitimate grandchildren. Gina had never actually met any of the grown men and women who had Kincaid blood running through their veins.
    Except for Trent.
    And that meeting had proved a disaster of monumental proportions. In his case—and in his case only—she had let her personal curiosity overcome her self-imposed rule to distance herself from her clients.
    “See, now, you didn’t have to wait so long, after all,” Trent said sarcastically. “Let’s go have a chat with Gramps, shall we?”
    He grabbed her wrist, making her pulse jump. With long, ground-eating strides he half dragged her as he made his way toward the stables where Garrett had parked beneath a solitary pine tree.
    “Just wait a minute,” she said as she jogged to keep up with him. She jerked her arm free. “I, um, I think it would be best if Garrett didn’t know anything about what happened between you and me in Dallas,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks stain with color that had nothing to do with the intensity of the sun. He didn’t say a word, just waited, eyes narrowed, cords at the back of his neck standing out above the sun-bleached collar of his shirt.
    “He wouldn’t approve?”
    “It’s not that, but—”
    “Don’t worry about me, darlin’. I’m not the kind to kiss and tell.” Trent’s smile was pure saccharine.
    She felt like a damned fool. “Good, because what happened between us had nothing to do with you being Garrett’s grandson. You’re the only one I ever met and…well…” She let her voice trail off; there was just no reason to go into it any further.
    “Only one. You mean, you didn’t meet Blake?”
    She nodded. “Nor any of the other brothers.”
    He froze. “’Other brothers’?”
    She hesitated. “Garrett didn’t tell you?”
    His jaw slid to one side. “Why don’t you?”
    In for a penny, in for a pound, she supposed. He’d learn soon enough. “Larry Kincaid fathered six sons out of wedlock, quite possibly seven.”
    Trent’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you trying to tell me that, besides me and my twin, there are five others? That I’ve got five half brothers?”
    “Well, actually, you have six half brothers, excluding your twin, and a half sister. Larry had a son, Collin, and daughter, Melanie, with his wife Sue Ellen. The rest were the result of his affairs with several different women.”
    Trent stared at her as if she’d gone mad. “That’s impossible,” he said as the conveyer loading the hay bales rumbled and a calf in a nearby field bawled plaintively. “No one’s that stupid. Not in this day and age.”
    “It would be better for Garrett to explain this,” she said, realizing she’d said too much. “He can tell you about your father.”
    “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said slowly, his nostrils flaring just a bit as he leaned down to drill her with those incredible blue eyes. “Larry Kincaid is not my father. It takes a helluva lot more than a one-night stand for a man to earn that title.”
    “I suppose.” She swallowed hard at the irony in his words.
    He glanced to the parking area near the stables whereGarrett was climbing out of his truck. “And as for what happened in Dallas, I’ll keep it to myself. For now.”
    “Good.”
    “Now I think it’s time to get a few things straight with the