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protect her.
    “It’s cool this morning. I’ll get one of my
zippered sweatshirts for you.”
    “My jacket is enough. But thank you.”
    He had no other excuse to keep her here any
longer. “You know the way? The trail is clear, but I don’t want you to get
lost.”
    “I won’t have a problem.”
    “Then I guess I’ll see you over there
later.”
    She headed for the mud room, Walker right
beside her. She gave him one last pat before she stepped through the back door.
“No, Walker. You can’t go with me.”
    Walker whined and pawed at the closed door.
He ran to Dax, barked, then ran back to the door.
    “Sorry, fella. I don’t want her to go
either, but we don’t have a choice.”

Chapter Four
     
    Rye and Griff both groaned when the
football sailed through the Cowboys wide receiver’s fingers. “How could he miss
that?” Griff asked. “It was right in his hands!”
    “I think the Cowboys should concentrate on
getting a new wide receiver at the next draft,” Rye said. “What do you think,
Dax?”
    Normally as obsessed with football as his
brothers, today Dax didn’t care about the game. He couldn’t get Kelcey out of
his mind. She’d been in the kitchen with Alaina and Emma when he arrived. She
gave him a fast glance, then quickly looked away, as if embarrassed for him to
see her.
    Rye nudged his arm. “Hey, Dax, where are you?”
    “Sorry. Just thinking.”
    “You look pretty serious,” Griff said.
“What’s up?”
    Dax didn’t know whether to confide in his
brothers or not. He suspected Kelcey had been raped, yet couldn’t say that for
sure. “Nothing worth talking about.”
    Rye and Griff exchanged a look that clearly
said they didn’t believe him. Before they could probe further, Dax stood. “I’m
gonna get some air.”
    He went out the front door to avoid running
into Kelcey and wandered into the backyard. Clouds filled the sky, a preview of
the rain expected tonight. The temperature had dropped twenty degrees from
yesterday. While he liked the cooler weather, it made him feel restless, antsy
to do something physical.
    Sex would be his first choice. Since he
didn’t want to call any of the women who would be willing to spend an hour or
two with him, he’d have to settle for a second option.
    Strolling over to the storage shed, he
twisted the combination lock that matched the one on his and Griff’s sheds. He
located the basketball and dribbled it over to the basketball hoop. He’d sunk
two baskets when he saw his brothers walking toward him. It didn’t surprise him
a bit that they’d followed him.
    “Game still lousy?” he asked as he took
another shot at the basket.
    “Halftime.” Rye grabbed the ball when it
bounced off the rim. He dribbled it in place while he looked at his brother.
“You gonna tell us what’s wrong?”
    Dax looked from Rye to Griff and back
again. He still wasn’t sure if he had the right to tell them what happened with
Kelcey last night.
    “Did you make a pass at Kelcey and she
turned you down?” Griff asked.
    “Not exactly.”
    “Then what, exactly?”
    Dax motioned to Rye to throw him the ball.
His brother tossed it to him and Dax made a jump shot. The ball sailed through
the hoop to land in Griff’s hands.
    Griff set the ball on the ground. “You’re
stalling.”
    “Big-time.”
    Rye motioned toward the picnic table
beneath the huge oak tree. “How about if we sit down?”
    He led the way, Dax and Griff following
closely behind him. Rye and Griff sat on one side, Dax on the other. He looked
at his brothers, down at his hands, then back at them, unsure how to start.
“Kelcey had a bad dream last night. Only I’m not sure if it was a dream or a
memory.”
    Neither brother spoke, but listened
intently.
    “Walker woke me. He was sleeping on the end
of her bed.”
    Rye’s eyebrows shot up. “Walker was on her
bed?”
    “Yeah. Crazy, huh? He took to Kelcey right
away. He’s never done that with anyone.” He clasped his hands together on