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move at the speed of light!" Tyler drew an unsteady breath. "How do you manage with three of them?"
    "Well, since I'm hopelessly outnumbered, I never go anywhere alone with them." Carrie laughed. "I'm not even going to try, until they're at least three years old."
    "I think I'd make that age ten," said Tyler, with feeling. "Where are the other two? I don't even see—" He broke off

    abruptly. Since they were nowhere in sight, he had to assume that one had actually made it into the house and the other was somewhere in the backyard. In the vicinity of the pool.
    Tyler groaned his dismay. "Uh-oh."
    At that moment, Alexa came running out the front door, clutching a squirming Dylan on her hip. He was pulling at her hand, which was placed firmly over his eyes. Her own eyes were wide, her face flushed.
    "He didn't see anything, I made sure of that!" Alexa said breathlessly, removing her hand from the child's eyes. Dylan made an attempt to bite her fingers, which she foiled with remarkable dexterity. "But I saw plenty! Carrie, we've got to get out of here! In fact, you've got to get out of this neighborhood as soon as possible. Because if those are your neighbors in there, they're—"
    "The people you saw inside aren't our neighbors," Tyler cut in flatly. He vaguely recalled that the purpose of inviting Carrie Wilcox to this party was to shock her, enabling him to buy her property when she fled the neighborhood. Therefore, shouldn't he encourage the notion that the neighbors were debauched? "None of the neighbors showed up, except you," he heard himself add.
    "I caught him!" Ben's voice rang out. They all turned to see Ben jogging around the side of the house, holding Franklin under his arm like a sack, one of his hands placed firmly over the little boy's eyes, almost covering the child's entire face. He did not remove his hand until he reached the group. "Franklin didn't see a thing, Carrie, I swear."
    Still gripping the restlessly twisting Emily, Carrie turned to Tyler. "Why did you invite us to this party?" she asked quietly.
    Tyler felt a dull flush spread from his neck to his face. Her cool calm unnerved him far more than any angry condemnation or accusation she might have flung at him. Her blue

    eyes were clear and unwavering, her expression.. .was unreadable.
    And that bothered him greatly because he excelled at reading people, at understanding their reactions, examining their motives, anticipating their wants and needs. It was an invaluable talent, one he used skillfully and successfully time after time in the competitive, often cutthroat world of business.
    He used his gifts well in personal situations, as well. He could glance at Alexa, know that she was shocked, and decide exactly what to say to her; one look at Ben showed that he was intrigued, which required a wholly different set of responses.
    But he couldn't read Carrie Wilcox. Her eyes, her face, her voice and body language gave nothing away. He didn't know if she was shocked or angry or hurt or frightened; he didn't know if she found the entire debacle amusing and was secretly laughing at him.
    It had always been a point of pride with him never to be the first to break a gaze. But this time Tyler averted his eyes from Carrie's deep blue ones, losing his first-ever round in what he called "the eye contact sincerity game." His mouth was dry and his pulse beat unpleasantly fast. He was totally disconcerted.
    What on earth was happening to him? He'd been leveled by this young woman. Had this been a tense business negotiation, he'd have lost it! The competition had better never find and hire Carrie Wilcox!
    "It doesn't matter, anyway. We're leaving now," Carrie said in those same measured tones. The fact that he hadn't answered her question didn't seem to have fazed her. She remained completely unreadable and unreachable.
    And that, Tyler realized in a sudden flash of insight, was what really confounded him. He was skilled and smooth and so adept with words and style,