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be attracted to him. Eve glanced at the road a second before his attention returned to it.
    “Our place is just ahead on the left,” Eve stated.
    As Luck slowed the car to make the turn into the short driveway, the boy, Toby, announced, “We go by here all the time. I didn’t think anybody lived in that house. When did you move in?”
    “This past weekend,” she replied, then wondered if that would jog Luck’s memory of the tavern incident. A quick glance didn’t find any reaction. “We spend the summers here. We sometimes come here during the winter holidays to snowmobile or ice-fish and do some cross-country skiing.”
    “Do you like to ski?” Toby’s questions continued even after the car stopped.
    “With Mt. Telemark practically in our back-yard, it would be a shame if I didn’t,” A faint smile touched her mouth as she shifted the sack of groceries to open the door. “As it happens, I enjoy it.”
    “Me, too. Dad took me skiing last Christmas.” The boy scrambled out of the back seat to join his father. “Next year I’ll be good enough to ski with him.” He tipped his head back to look up at his father for confirmation. “Won’t I, dad?”
    “By the end of next winter, you’ll be a veteran of the slopes,” Luck agreed with a lazy smile, and waited until Eve had walked around the front of the car before starting toward the log cottage.
    With this tall, good-looking man beside her, she felt oddly self-conscious — sensation that had nothing to do with their previous encounter. It was more an awareness of physical attraction than an uneasiness. She failed to notice that Toby wasn’t with them until the car door slammed again and the boy came running after them. Simultaneously she paused with Luck McClure to see what had delayed Toby.
    “You left the keys in the ignition again, dad,” the boy declared with an adult reprimand in his expression, and handed the car keys to his father. “That’s how cars get stolen.”
    “Yes, Toby.” Luck accepted the admonishment with lazy indulgence and slipped the keys into his pocket.
    When they started toward the porch again, Toby tagged along.
    Her parents recovered quickly from their initial surprise at the strange man and boy accompanying Eve into the house. She introduced them, then Luck took over the explanation of the shattered windshield. Exhibiting his typical understanding, her father was not angered by the accident…more amused than anything.
    While they discussed particulars, Eve went into the kitchen to put away the milk she’d got. She remained in the alcove, satisfied to just observe the easy way Luck McClure related to her parents. It was a knack few people had. It came naturally to him, part of his relaxed, easygoing style.
    With all his apparent friendliness, Eve didn’t doubt that he could handle authority equally well. There was something in his presence that commanded respect. It was an understated quality, but that didn’t lessen its strength.
    Her gaze strayed to the boy standing beside Luck. He was listening attentively to all that was being said, possessing an oddly mature sense of responsibility for a boy of his age. His only motion was tossing the ball into his glove and retrieving it to toss it methodically again.
    With the milk put away, Eve was running out of reasons to dawdle in the kitchen. Since she didn’t want to take part in the conversation between her parents and Luck McClure, she took her suntan lotion and shampoo and slipped away to her bedroom. She paused in front of the vanity mirror above her dresser and studied her reflection.
    The white band sleeked her brown hair away from her face, emphasizing features that were not so serene as they normally were. Eve touched the mouth that looked softer and fuller, fingertips brushing the curve. There was an added glow of suppressed excitement in the luminous brown of her eyes. The cause of it was Luck McClure and that never ending question of when he would recognize