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Mike. I know it’s hard for everyone to accept this, but I’m not a little girl anymore. I can handle this.” She turned to look again at Patrick but he wasn’t there. “Crap,” she muttered. “I hope you didn’t scare him away. I wanted to talk to him.”
    “I was on the verge of suggesting you don’t talk to him.”
    “Yeah, I know,” she said. “I think I need a refill on the coffee. Thanks. By the way, where is Brie?”
    “I think she’s in the bar with Ness, but, Ange—”
    “I’ll catch up with you in a while. Thanks for the coffee.” She glanced at the tree and gave it a nod. “You might want to tell Jack it’s leaning west.”
    * * *
    Angie scored in the bar. Brie was there with little Ness, sitting at a table with Mel and Emma, chatting it up while the little girls made an attempt at coloring. There were only a few people in the bar since the tree-raising was occupying almost everyone in town. She noticed Patrick sitting at the far end of the bar on the other side of the room, all alone, far away from her aunts.
    “Ah, my favorite aunts,” she said. She leaned down to give each of them a kiss on the cheek, telling them the cabin was awesome. She immediately excused herself to go to the bar for more coffee. They might’ve expected her back at their table after she’d gone behind the bar to serve herself. Instead, she paused, took a deep breath and hopped up on a stool right next to Patrick. She imagined that Brie and Mel wouldn’t know how much courage she’d needed to do that. They knew she wasn’t particularly shy, but they couldn’t possibly know how little experience she had with men, especially a man like this—handsome, sexy and out of her age range by at least a few years.
    “Hi,” she said. “I’m Angie LaCroix.” She put out a hand.
    He stared at the hand for a moment, then lifted his gaze to her eyes. And, oh, sweet baby Jesus, he was beautiful . He took her hand in his much larger one. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
    Just go for it, she thought . Why not? “I thought we should meet, since you look at me like you’re the big bad wolf. And you are…?”
    He couldn’t seem to suppress a short laugh. “I bet you know exactly who I am.”
    “Ah, yes, Patrick Riordan, the youngest brother of a clan anchored here. Do I have that right?”
    “More or less. I have a couple of brothers here and another couple not too far away.”
    “Right. So you’re here visiting family?”
    “Not exactly. I’m here because one of my brothers has a vacation cabin here and I had some time on my hands. Since the lot of them are planning a Christmas gathering in San Diego, there won’t be a crowd of Riordans here for the holiday. That suits me fine. I wanted a quiet place to hang out for a while. I wasn’t looking for a family reunion, but it’s always good to see a brother or two. Just not too much of them.”
    She looked perplexed. “If you want to avoid them, why would you come to their little town?”
    “It’s complicated. The Riordans are extremely nosy and opinionated. They gather. They swarm . If I hadn’t come here, they would have come looking for me. All of them. That’s what happens in my family. We can leave one another alone for months at a time but then when something happens, like a brother at some kind of crossroads, accident or crisis, the troops are called in and the wagons are circled. When you’re the one the wagons are circling, it sucks.”
    She was silent for a moment. “That’s very grumpy of you.”
    “Well, you did ask.”
    “You know, we have a little something in common,” she said. “I’m here for a little R and R myself and for a similar but not identical reason. I dropped out of school. I’m not sure I want to pursue my original plan and I need a break. My parents, who are both college professors, are going a little crazy on me. A little distance from them seemed like a good idea. In fact, it was Uncle Jack’s idea.” She grinned at