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into the wind. “Fuck you, Brock Sheldon! You hear me, you son of a bitch!”
    Grabbing a rock from the flower bed, he propelled his arm behind him and yelled again. “Damn you, man! Do you really think you can keep her from me? Do you?”
    “Well, obviously he can.”
    Startled, Mitch jumped, quickly turning on the woman standing behind him. “What the hell?”
    She looked like a throwback from yesteryear with her long blonde hair hanging in ringlets and the curls bouncing on her shoulders as she walked his way. “They aren’t here, Mitch.”
    “Ansley?”
    “Who else?” she asked, holding her arms out.
    They embraced briefly, but she took a quick step back and said, “You shouldn’t be here.”
    “Where are they?”
    Ansley thinned her lips.
    “I need to see Trixie, Ansley. If you know where they are, you need to tell me.”
    “I don’t need to do anything, but I really don’t know where they are.”
    Lord. She was her sister made over.
    “I don’t believe you. One Cartwell can’t go to the bathroom without another one nearby to hold the toilet paper.”
    A smile lifted her lips. “I see you’re still as crude as what I remember.”
    “And you’re all grown up and look like your sister.”
    “That can’t be a bad thing.”
    “Ansley. Help me. I need to talk to Trixie. Brock and Rory took her away for a reason.”
    “Yes,” she agreed. “They took her on a retreat.”
    “Where?” Mitch stalked her.
    “I really don’t know.”
    Before he thought better of it, he threw the rock at the porch. “Damn it to hell! I need to know!”
    About that time, a man appeared out of nowhere, marching toward him as if he had one goal, a lone objective. Mitch wasn’t an idiot. This fellow’s brooding persona gave him away. He was obsessed with Ansley. He was, without a doubt, totally devoted to only one woman.
    Mitch reached the conclusion because he was like him. He saw himself in the guy.
    “What’s the problem here?”
    Ansley shot him a wink. “Hi, baby.”
    His lips twitched. “Who is this guy?”
    “Meet Mitch Colony,” Ansley said, acting bored. “Mitch, meet Tristan Voorhees, my husband.”
    “Your husband?”
    “That’s right,” Ansley said, somewhat smug. “One of them anyway.”
    “Cripes,” Mitch grumbled. “Is it hereditary?”
    Tristan smirked, but his gaze held Mitch’s on a dare. “What do you need, Mr. Mitch Colony?”
    “I’m looking for Trixie.”
    “You must be the reason Brock took a last-minute vacation.”
    “Where’d he go?”
    “Hard to say,” Tristan replied. “What’d you need? I may speak with him a little later.”
    “When will they be back?”
    Tristan shrugged. “Couldn’t tell ya.”
    “Are the kids with your parents?” Mitch asked, swinging his gaze to Ansley.
    “Mitch, what exactly are you doing here?”
    “I love your sister and I…well, I want to tell her.”
    “I see,” she said, giving Tristan a quick glance. “Tristan, do you have the keys to the house on ya?”
    “Yeah, I’ve got ’em.”
    “Unlock the front door,” she said. “I want to show you something, Mitch. Come on.”
    She led the way into the house with Mitch and Tristan on her heels. Mitch wasn’t sure of her purpose, but he had a feeling he’d soon find out.
    They walked through a galley-style kitchen that led to a cozy den. She immediately took a sharp left and went upstairs. They then walked down a long hallway lined with framed family photographs. They passed several bedrooms before they finally came to two double doors with polished brass lever-style handles.
    “Prepare yourself, Mr. Colony,” Ansley said, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
    She gave the doors a shove and opened up a magnificent bedroom, a suite Trixie obviously shared with Brock and Rory. These private quarters would soon be his as well, regardless of what Brock and Rory did to try and stop him.
    “What’s your point?” Mitch asked, turning on Ansley.
    She walked straight to the bookcase