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friends call me that.” She linked arms with Nevada and motioned to the metal. “It is the end of war. Not something likely to happen, but I made it as a reminder of the pain we all feel. I didn’t plan what it would be. I don’t. I am only the vessel. The art comes through me.”
    Cat turned to her. “So, tell me everything about yourself. I know we are going to be great friends.”
    Nevada was taken aback. “What do you want to know?”
    â€œAll. Start at the beginning. I am from Romania. Do you have brothers or sisters? Yes, you must because that’s how Tucker knows you. We must do something together soon. Perhaps go to a party.”
    â€œI thought we could get lunch,” Tucker told her.
    Cat released Nevada and turned to him. Her head tilted slightly, causing her blue-black hair to tumble over one shoulder.
    â€œI thought we would stay in.”
    The simple words were quietly spoken, yet when Cat said them, everything changed. Electricity and heat filled the air. Nevada had been staring at Tucker, so she saw his eyes dilate and his shoulders stiffen.
    Still staring at the beautifully exotic woman between them, Tucker said, “Rain check, Nevada?”
    Even with her complete lack of experience when it came to men and sex, Nevada knew what had happened. What would happen the second she left. They would make love, right there, on the floor. Because they were together and Cat was the kind of woman who inspired a man to incredible passion.
    â€œSure,” she whispered, already heading for the door.
    She felt foolish and young and out of place. Her heart ached as she was forced to accept that Tucker hadn’t felt the connection. He thought of her as Ethan’s baby sister. He loved Cat.
    When she stepped outside, her eyes burned in the bright sunlight. She wanted to go back, to tell him he was wrong. That he should give her a chance.
    She turned then, new feelings giving her courage, only to see that Cat and Tucker were already in each other’s arms. Their kiss was more intense, more passionate than anything she’d ever seen or imagined. His hands roamed her body, touching, claiming.
    Embarrassed, Nevada closed the door behind her and hurried to her truck. Once she’d driven away, she told herself it didn’t matter. That she would never see Tucker again. Whatever she’d felt for him would fade as quickly as it had come. In a couple of days she would forget all about him.

CHAPTER THREE
    â€œY OU KNOW I DON’T LIKE TO INTERFERE ,” Denise Hendrix said as she poured chocolate chips into a bowl.
    â€œIf only that were true.” Nevada leaned against the counter and watched her mother mix up cookie batter. “You love to interfere.”
    â€œNo. I love to be right.” Her mother smiled at her. “There’s a difference.”
    â€œA subtle one.”
    They were in her mother’s kitchen, at the Hendrix family home. Nevada had grown up here. There had been various renovations over the years, the most recent a kitchen remodel, but nothing could ever change the fact that this was the home of her heart.
    Her mother took the bowl to the cookie sheets and began scooping batter into neat rows. “Do you want to talk about it?”
    â€œThere’s not much to say. The interview went badly. I was expecting Elliot Janack and I got Tucker instead.”
    â€œI thought you liked Tucker.”
    Nevada thought about how desperately she’d been in love with Tucker all those years ago. Not real love—but she’d been young and foolish and caught in a world she’d been unprepared for. Cat had been as much a revelation as Tucker himself.
    â€œLiking him isn’t the problem.”
    She briefly explained about their short past, the lone sexual encounter, sparing her mother the details. “I was embarrassed about what had happened between us, but he kept bringing it up. I swear, he only wants to hire me now