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mother and stepfather turned me over to a cousin. My dad—adopted dad—died when I was eight. I hated my stepdad, and the feeling was mutual.”
    Tyler’s brain whirled, a lot of pieces fitting into place in Nevvie’s puzzle. He didn’t need to push her any further right then.
    “Well, sweetheart, you bring a slice of heaven to Thomas and myself every week.” He squeezed her hand and smiled. When she smiled in return, it lifted his heart.
    She would be theirs. Now he knew exactly how to approach it.
     
    * * * *
     
     
    “Uh, wow. You guys did have a party.” Nevvie paused at the front door and surveyed the debris.
    It went against every fiber of Tyler’s being to allow their guests to make a mess, but he’d choked back the urge to clean up.
    Thomas leaned against the kitchen counter. At least he was vertical. “Yeah. The First Annual Kinsey-Paulson Pulled Pork Poker Party was a success.”
    Nevvie laughed. “Try saying that five times fast.”
    “Don’t worry about the grill,” Tyler said. “Thomas and I will clean that.” He put the bags on the counter and handed one to Thomas. “Things for your hangover, love.” Tyler set out bagels and cream cheese and made Nevvie eat before starting her chores.
    Tyler watched Nevvie throughout the day. Thomas, practically useless and still suffering from a headache, grumpily went to lie down after lunch. Tyler noticed how Nevvie slowed as the day progressed, not from exhaustion, but deliberately stretching her time with them.
    He walked to their bedroom and closed the door behind him. “Thomas, are you conscious?”
    Thomas nodded from the bed. “I’m awake, but I’m not in the mood.”
    “You stupid sod. We need to talk to Nevvie this afternoon.”
    Thomas sat up. “What?”
    Tyler dropped his voice. “Before I take her home, we’re going to proposition her.”
    He focused on Tyler for a moment. “You’re talking the job, not sex?”
    “Yes, Thomas, and would you like ‘Even More Reasons Not to Drink’ for five hundred?”
    He collapsed to the bed. “I’m going to kill Eddie.”
    “Not his fault you got snockered.” Tyler sat next to him. “I’m serious. We need to ask her today, move her in as soon as possible.”
    “What’s going on, Ty? What did you see this morning?”
    Tyler studied his hands. “Let’s just say we need to act sooner rather than later.” He met Thomas’ now-steady gaze. “We’ll ask her to be our full-time housekeeper, to be my personal assistant, and to work at your office part-time.”
    Thomas rubbed his head. “That bad, huh?”
    “Let me do the talking, love.”
    “Duh.”
     
    * * * *
     
     
    Nevvie didn’t want the day to end. It was after four, and Alex had called her cell once already. She’d let it go straight to voice mail, not wanting him to ruin her day. He probably wanted to come pick her up now that he’d seen Tyler and the truck, to show his ass and try to intimidate her boys.
    If she didn’t know any better she’d think Tyler drove the Ridgeline on purpose to goad Alex. Tyler never drove Tom’s truck, preferring his elegant Lexus sedan.
    Tyler insisted she stay for dinner. After washing the dishes, they all sat at the table, Tyler on her left and Thomas on her right.
    They were cute, like mismatched bookends you knew were perfect for each other. Tyler’s sandy brown hair bordered on blond and held the barest traces of grey at the temples. It was smooth and looked silky soft, neatly styled and just long enough to run your fingers through and have enough to hold on to. He looked thirty, not nearly forty. Thomas kept his wavy dark brown hair trimmed shorter than Ty’s, and she imagined if he let it get long it would be a hideous mess. He kept it at the perfect length, just long enough the texture allowed him to wash and run his hands through it.
    Tyler took her hand. Jesus, those blue eyes. Deep and sweet like the Caribbean Sea.
    “Nevvie, we need to talk with you about something