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why.
    “First time here?”
    He let out a little laugh. “Actually, no,” he said. “This was home once?”
    “You lived here?”
    “I was born here.”
    “So you’re back for a visit?”
    “I guess so.”
    “Family?”
    He looked up into her eyes, and his gaze transfixed her. She felt like a deer caught in the gaze of a wolf. Something about the intensity of his stare, the power of it, robbed her of her ability to think. Her mind went blank.
    “I guess that depends on how you define family.”
    His face was like something out of a magazine, his jawline defined, his cheekbones high, his eyes deep and intense.
    “What do you mean?” she faltered.
    “Well, if by family you mean the people who love you and take care of you, then no, I’m not here to visit family.”
    “I see,” she said, thinking about what he was trying to say. “And if by family I simply mean the people who brought you into the world?”
    He smiled. “In that case, I suppose, yes. That’s who I’m here for.”
    The man’s gaze dropped down to the letter, and Elle realized she was still holding the coffee pot. She began to pour the hot liquid into his mug. As she was pouring, without saying a word, the man reached out and touched her hand. It was a strange moment, an unusually tentative and affectionate gesture to show a stranger. It surprised Elle so much that she forgot to stop pouring, and the coffee overflowed the cup and spilled over the table and onto the man’s lap, burning him.
    “Holy crap,” Elle said, snapping back to attention. “What am I doing?”
    The coffee flowed over the edge of the table, onto the man’s jeans, and he had to stand up to stop it from burning him further.
    “I’m so sorry,” Elle gasped.
    The man shook his head. “No, it’s me. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have touched your hand. I wasn’t myself.”
    He stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, which he threw on the table.
    “No, it’s all right,” Elle said. “I don’t mind.”
    But he was already gone, striding across the diner and out the door. It took Elle a moment to gather her wits, then she hurried back over to the counter for a cloth to wipe up the mess.
    “What was that all about?” Kelly said.
    Elle stopped. She looked at Kelly for a moment. “You know what?” she said. “I have no idea.”

Chapter 7
    Forrester
    F ORRESTER LOOKED AT THE WOMAN in front of him. He felt a strange emotion toward her. It wasn’t just his usual sexual desire telling him to grab hold of her and pull her toward him, it was something else, something deeper. He’d been reading the letter from his father’s lawyer, and his mind was full of the things he had to accomplish during the next couple of days. It was daunting. He had to bury a father he hated. He had to settle an estate he wanted nothing to do with. He had to face the demons that had been haunting him since his childhood. And for the first time in a long while, probably since he’d been adopted by Lacey’s father and brought into the mansion, he felt scared and alone.
    He knew he wasn’t really alone. At any moment he could call his adoptive brothers, Jackson, Grant and Grady. He could also depend on Faith and Lacey to do anything for him. They’d take a bullet for him and he knew it. But this was something he knew he couldn’t put in their hands. This was something he had to take care of himself.
    But he’d touched this girl’s hand.
    Why did he do that? He didn’t even know her. He knew nothing about her. Like a fool, he rushed out of the diner and didn’t look back. He was making a scene and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it.
    He practically ran to his truck and once he was back in the driver’s seat he lost it. He was gasping for air, he couldn’t catch his breath. He pressed his hands into fists and brought them down on the steering wheel. What the hell was wrong with him?
    He’d spent the last sixteen hours sitting in his