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“Nonsense. We’ve got plenty of room and I’d like you close at hand.”
    She was moving in? Here?
    “Let’s get your bags inside.”
    “What about you?” He slid a glance at his grandson.
    “I already talked to Rand. He showed me up to a room at the main house. He seemed to think it would be okay with you.” Trent glanced at the two-storied home sitting upon a slight rise.
    “More than okay. Just as long as you’re all settled in.”
    “For a while,” Trent said. He scratched his forearm and asked a question that had been bothering him. “I suppose you contacted Blake?”
    “Yes. Talked to him this morning. Said he’d give you a call.”
    “I guess he missed me.”
    “And you didn’t call him?”
    “No.”
    Trent shook his head and didn’t elaborate as he, along with Garrett, walked Gina to her Explorer. No reason to get into his problems with his twin right now. He had a feeling it would all come out soon enough.
    “Blake will be here next week,” Garrett said as Gina opened the back of her car. “So will the others.” Trent was faced with half a dozen bags. This lady didn’t know the meaning of traveling light. “A regular family reunion.” Trent pulled out a medium-size bag.
    “Or irregular,” Garrett corrected.
    Trent’s eyes narrowed as he considered the man who had sired him. “Eight kids by six different women. Didn’t Larry know anything about birth control?”
    “I guess not.” Garrett scowled as he grabbed a bag. “And I’d say it’s damned lucky for you that he didn’t.”

Three
    G ina dropped her suitcase onto the bed and mentally kicked herself from one side of the sparse room to the other. Trent Remmington—why was he the one who’d shown up unannounced? What kind of cruel irony was that? Any of the other heirs she could have dealt with, but not Trent. Not until she was ready to face him again…and then again, maybe not ever. But all that had changed.
    She hung up her few dresses in a closet about the size of a coffin, then refolded several pairs of jeans and T-shirts and placed them in a tall oak bureau. Glancing at her reflection in the cracked oval mirror attached to the bureau, she saw the wild state of her hair and the remainder of what had once been her makeup.
    “Great,” she groaned. She was cranky and out ofsorts—probably just because she’d had to face Trent again. Certainly there was no other reason, right?
    Biting her lower lip, she touched her tight, flat abdomen.
    Was it possible? Could she be pregnant? Seeing Trent again only reinforced her worries. She’d never been one of those women whose menstrual cycle was like clockwork, but even she was overdue for her period.
    “It’s just your nerves,” she said, picking up her brush and working it through the tangles in her hair. “This case has got you in knots.”
    But she wasn’t convinced as she twisted her hair and pinned it with a clip, then applied a fresh sheen of lipstick and called it good. Sighing, she sat on the edge of the narrow bed and wondered how long she could stand to call this room her home. A sun-faded rug covered the wood floor and a small desk, shoved into a corner, doubled as a nightstand. The room smelled faintly musty, so she threw open a window, letting in a breeze that billowed ancient lace curtains.
    From her vantage point on the second story, she watched the old dog sniff his way to an oak tree where he stopped to eye a squirrel scrambling in the overhead branches. On the other side of the fence, sedate mares grazed in one pasture, their coats shining in the sun while spindly legged foals frolicked and scampered, sending up puffs of dust. Not far off, in a field so large she couldn’t see the fence line, a herd of cattle lumbered along the banks of a creek that sliced through the lush grassland.
    Gina wondered about the men and women who lived here, so far from a large city. She watched as Garrett and a strapping man in a cowboy hat and dusty jeans unloaded the sacks of