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until she was sure she could speak calmly. “She lost them in an accident. All three at once—” Jet reached up and swiped a tear before it fell. Her hand trembled as she wiped beneath the other eye.
    “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
    She nodded, blinking fresh tears. After a moment she added huskily, “It broke my heart. I can’t imagine what it did to her.”
    “I can’t imagine.”
    Jet exhaled. “It was the worst. The worst,” she repeated. “That’s how she ended up in Montana. She couldn’t handle another Christmas at home without them, and so she took a temporary job on Copper Mountain Ranch and, well, the rest is history.”
    He studied her intently. “And she’s happy now?”
    “Brock and his kids love her. And they needed her. The twins had never had a mom. Their mom died when they were just babies, so Harley is really their mom now.”
    “You like Brock?”
    Jet’s brow creased as she suddenly remembered who she was talking to, and how Cormac and Troy were talking to Kara about Shane. There was definitely some bad blood between the Sheenans and Shane Swan and she was curious if it was one-sided, or if it was a mutual dislike.
    “What do you think of the Sheenans?” she asked casually.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know them.”
    “You’re living in their house, aren’t you?”
    For a split second his expression looked almost bleak, an odd light in his eyes, and then it was gone and Jet wondered if she’d imagined it.
    “I rented the house from Dillon before he moved to Texas,” he said flatly. “The others have kept their distance.”
    There was no change in his expression this time, but she felt a niggle from her sixth sense telling her something wasn’t right and, for the first time since meeting him, she doubted him. There was more going on here. She wondered what would happen if she called him on it.
    “I don’t believe you.” But she smiled as she said it, her tone deliberately light, having learned from being the baby in her family that it was essential to be strategic and as nonconfrontational as possible. The older ones would always help her if they didn’t feel threatened.
    Shane’s black eyebrows lifted. “You’re a very interesting young woman.”
    “What is going on with you and the Sheenans?”
    “Maybe you can tell me.”
    “Is that a trick question?”
    “No. I had no idea there was a problem.”
    Jet suddenly felt less sure of herself. “Come on.”
    “This is the first I’ve heard of an issue.”
    She felt another prick of guilt and unease. “Forget it,” she said quickly. “Obviously I don’t know what I’m talking about.” She smiled tightly, relieved to see the waiter arrive with their wine. “What are you going to order?”
    “Haven’t even looked at the menu.” He smiled faintly, his dark eyes boring into hers. “But I think you know that, too.”
    Too.
    Jet reached for her wine and took a gulp, suddenly, dreadfully out of her element. She reached for the menu, opening it, trying to hide. Why had she even brought up the Sheenans? Not smart. If she was going to probe, she should have at least waited for dessert to save herself from an uncomfortable dinner.
    “I liked Dillon,” he said from the other side of the menu. “He seemed nice enough. I’ve never spoken to Brock. He’s not in town much.”
    She lowered the menu an inch.
    “I met Troy once, and he was okay,” Shane added. “Haven’t met Trey. And Cormac’s an ass.”
    Her brow creased. “Cormac can be tough, but he’s a great dad—” She broke off, gulped air, feeling the blood drain away. “And he’s here,” she whispered.
    Not just here, but heading her way now.
    Shane reached for his wine. “Is that a problem?”
    Yes . “No.” Panic bubbled up, making her heart pound and her head swim. She had to beat the panic down, telling herself she hadn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t know anything. No one had told her anything specific. There was no reason she