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  Ty straightened, standing in the tub, a frown marring his brow as water dripped off his well-built frame. He was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen. “What did you hurt?” he asked.

  Zoe snickered and Delia sent her a dirty look. “Nothing,” she muttered.

  Some of his fierceness drained, but none of his curiosity, and finally Zoe took pity on her clueless husband-to-be. “She hurt her rear end yesterday during her riding lesson.” She shoved back her wet auburn hair. “She’s got first-timer’s butt.”

  “It was my second lesson,” Delia corrected with icy dignity.

  Ty bit his lip, but his eyes danced with humor. “Maybe Cade ought to take it easier on you next time.”

  Ty and Zoe laughed then, revoltingly disgusting in their happiness.

  “Speaking of Cade, why is he still here, anyway?”

  Ty lifted a brow at Delia’s question, glancing at Zoe before answering. “You know he’s working.”

  “You mean eating us out of house and home.”

  “Well, technically, that’s Maddie’s fault,” Ty countered. “She’s too good a cook.”

  “But we don’t even know anything about him—his background, where he came from…anything.”

  Something flickered in Ty’s eyes. Knowledge of Cade, Delia realized, and whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant.

  She’d known from the first time she’d looked into Cade’s dark gaze that he’d suffered in his past. But to know the details of that suffering would be to know him far more intimately than she ever intended, especially when she didn’t intend to know him at all.

  “Cade’s past isn’t important to Constance’s case or our friendship with him,” Ty said carefully. “He’s trustworthy and honest, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters.”

  “He’s a friend,” Zoe agreed softly, reaching for Ty’s hand and smiling at him with love in her eyes. “Without him we wouldn’t be here.”

  “I know.” Delia sighed, then kicked off her boots, pulled off her socks and crossed to the edge of the tub. Pulling up a chair, she sank into it, set her bare chilled feet into the water and moaned with pleasure.

  Moving close, Zoe put her hand on Delia’s leg. “What’s the matter?”

  Delia shifted away. “Nothing.”

  “Delia.”

  She sighed, rubbed her temples. Everything, she wanted to say. I can’t control this place. I can’t control what happens to Jacob. I can’t control these strange feelings I’m having for Cade. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” It was a half-truth. Which was as good as a lie, something she’d never told to either Zoe or Maddie.

  Still standing, Ty divided a look between them. “Is this the kind of talk where men aren’t invited?”

  It seemed like forever that there’d been no one but Zoe and Maddie in Delia’s life. But now there was Ty, too, and though Delia didn’t trust men on principle, Zoe, the tough fiercely independent sister, loved him with all her heart. That made him okay in Delia’s book. “You can stay.”

  “Good,” he said with a grateful shiver, sinking back into the water. “Not just because I was starting to freeze, which I was, but because as your brother, I have to hear all the gossip or I’m completely ineffective when I tease you.”

  Delia narrowed her eyes. “Brother?”

  “Well, yeah.” He gently tugged on a lock of her hair. “Which means I get to annoy you often, you know. I also get to inspect all future boyfriends and grill them until their eyes cross. And beating up anyone who hurts you is just a given.”

  The strangest thing happened. Delia’s heart constricted, making her chest far too tight to breathe. A warmth filled her. To cover that, and all the confusing emotions that went with it, she punched him. “I can take care of myself.”

  “Not with a punch like that you can’t.”

  Zoe smiled at the banter, but still watched Delia carefully. “What’s really going on, Dee? Why did you ask about Cade?”

  “I just think he can solve this case from his office in Boise.” Or maybe from the other side of the country.

  “He’s not…bothering you in any way, is he?” This from Ty, who Delia knew cared deeply about Cade. After all, without Cade, Ty would never have met Zoe. Or any of them for that matter.

  “No, he’s not bothering me,” Delia said slowly. Not much other than occupying my every single thought. “But as my big brother, would you really beat him up for me if he was?”

  “You better believe it, baby.”

  Zoe laughed, running her hand over her fiancé’s straining biceps as he comically flexed for them. “Isn’t Cade bigger than you?”

  “It’s not about brawn,” Ty assured her, giving up the pose and laughing when Zoe rolled her eyes. “It’s all in how you use it.”

  Zoe shook her head. “Men.”

  Ty kissed her laughing mouth, which made Zoe melt and Delia…well, she melted, too, but she couldn’t get sidetracked. Once upon a time it had mattered greatly to Zoe who inherited the Triple M. Delia knew Zoe had wanted to be the heir with all her heart. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be, and Zoe seemed to have come to terms with it.

  Which didn’t make this any easier.

  Zoe pulled back from Ty. “Come on, Delia, tell me what’s up.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Well, we’re pretty good at complicated,” Zoe told her dryly. “Our whole life has been complicated.”

  Yes, but how to explain that her need to be the heir was greater than either of her sisters’? That she hated to need anything at all, but to need this, this huge thing, was nearly killing her.

  “It’s the investigation,” Zoe guessed. “Cade’s investigation for Constance.”

  “No.”

  “It’s Jacob, then. Oh, honey, I wish I could make this all work out, right now.”

  “Me, too.” This was so hard. With all her heart, she wanted happiness for Zoe and Maddie. But she also wanted Jacob. How to hurt one sibling over another?

  She couldn’t.

  She’d have to do this on her own, have to prove her worth to the judge. She wouldn’t ask her sisters for help unless it became absolutely necessary. “It’s nothing,” she said quietly as the weight of her lies buried her. “I’m just…tired.”

  “Of course you are, with all this worrying over Jacob. You talked to him today?”

  “Yesterday.” If one could call it that, for Jacob didn’t do much other than respond to her with monosyllabic answers.

  Yes, he liked school.

  No, he didn’t have too much homework.

  Yes, he liked sports.

  No, he didn’t know where the Triple M was.

  And given his tone, he didn’t care, but there was always the slightest quiver in his voice, the smallest hesitation, and she clung to that, having to believe it did matter to him, that he was just uncertain and afraid.

  Time, she reminded herself. He needed time.

  “I know you want to go to Los Angeles alone,” Zoe said. “But I wish you’d let us come with you.”

  Delia knew they would drop everything. They’d cancel guests, they’d spend money they didn’t have. They’d do anything for her, anything at all, including hurting their future.

  Delia was many things, but she refused to be that selfish. “I’ll be fine.”

  Zoe nodded reluctantly, clearly not believing, but unwilling to push further. “Promise if you change your mind, you’ll tell us. We’d be there, Delia, in a heartbeat.”

  “I know.”

  With one lithe motion, Zoe was out of the water. “I haven’t seen you this upset in a long time,” she said dripping water everywhere. “It scares me.”

  “This is upset?” Ty looked from one woman to the other. “She hasn’t even raised her voice.”

  “Delia never raises her voice.” Zoe bent to take Delia’s hand, looking deeply into her eyes. “Jacob is yours, honey. The court will see that.”

  Delia closed her eyes.

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��And as for Cade…”

  Delia’s eyes flew open again. That name, she thought darkly. Just that name altered her pulse.

  “He belongs here, too.”

  Ty got out of the tub and wrapped his fiancée in a towel. “Let’s go inside,” he decided. “I’ll get everyone a hot drink and we’ll discuss how much Delia will pay me to kick Cade out on his tough rear end.”

  “We’re not kicking anyone out.” Zoe was still watching Delia. “Honey, you know we can’t. He’s a part of this family now, and when you think about it, whatever is bothering you, you’ll realize we can’t hurt his feelings.”

  “Feelings?” Worry and stress hardened Delia’s voice. “If he didn’t have to be here, he’d be long gone, having easily forgotten all about us.”

  The sound of someone male clearing his throat came from behind her. “Well, that’s flattering.” The voice was hauntingly familiar.

  Delia groaned, wished for the night to be even darker so that she could vanish. She turned and saw Cade standing there, leaning his big body against the doorjamb, his arms casually crossed over his chest. “You must not think too highly of me,” he said quietly, his unsmiling eyes on hers, “if you think I could easily forget anything about you.”

  It was embarrassing. Ridiculous. Silly even. But she could think of nothing to say, couldn’t even find her legendary cool, so she did the only thing she could.

  She grabbed her shoes, squared her shoulders and walked right past him, as well as Zoe and Ty, into the night.

  And for once, she was grateful for the icy air because it cooled her heated cheeks.

  But not her dreams.

  Oh, she definitely has a bee in her bonnet, Cade thought as he came upon Delia on her hands and knees in the dining room the next day, scrubbing a stubborn stain on the hardwood floor.

  Her hair was loose and shining, and her backside… He took an extra-long moment to admire the way it shimmied and shaked as she worked. Her long legs were tense with strain, and for an insane moment he wished they were tense and strained…around him.

  He had no idea what was running through her head, but he could safely bet his last dollar it wasn’t anything close to his own lusty thoughts. “A penny for your thoughts,” he ventured.

  She stiffened, making him smile. God, she was so easy to rile.

  “Hell,” he said, grinning at her uptight pretty little spine. “I’ll give you everything I have for them.” Opening his wallet, he pulled out a bill. “How about five bucks?”

  She sat back on her heels, wearing her queen-to-peasant expression that never failed to stir his blood.

  Off-limits, McKnight, he reminded himself. Way off limits.

  Still, egged on by some perverse need to see her ruffled out of her cool calm, he waved the money. “What do you say?”

  Her lips, wide and oh-so-kissable, tightened. She looked away, but not before he caught a flash of…vulnerability? When he frowned and looked again, it was gone. Which was good. Delia wasn’t vulnerable, no more than he was, well, able to settle down. “Hey, if anyone’s upset about last night, it should be me. It was my reputation you were slandering.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I certainly didn’t mean for you to hear.”

  But not sorry she hurt his feelings, he noted, torn between the sting of that and humor at her fierce pride.

  She was so in control.

  He wondered what it would take to have the city girl lose the reins on that tightly held control. He couldn’t help the possibilities that tumbled through his head, starting with a hot deep wet kiss. Yeah, that would do it nicely. He could picture it—her long blond hair falling around him, brushing his bare belly, his thighs. Her lush lips would curve gently, her eyes molten as she softened with desire.

  But Delia wasn’t soft at all. She was staring at him, her frosty-blue eyes narrowed, her body taut as a bow.

  He should walk away.

  And yet he couldn’t. He’d known the three of them, Zoe, Maddie and Delia, for far too long to do that now. In spite of himself and his past, he’d grown to care for them, felt responsible for them coming so far from their home city of Los Angeles to the wilds of Idaho.

  But it was more than that, and though he wasn’t willing to name it, Delia seemed to be at the bottom of it. He hardly knew her, he understood that. She had a knack for hiding her true self, for being incredibly stingy with emotions. He understood that, too. Though he hated it, it made him all the more curious, and there was nothing worse than a curious investigator.

  In spite of needing to be far away from here and from this woman who drew him as no other had in too long, he worried about her. “You seem uptight today.”

  “I thought I was always uptight.”

  “Well, there’s uptight and then there’s uptight.”

  “I’m fine.”

  But she wasn’t, for whatever reason, and he knew it. He’d known it the other night when he’d found her in the dark in the kitchen, with tears in her huge blue eyes.

  He had other cases to be obsessing over, had a whole other life, in fact, and yet the Triple M haunted him.

  Delia haunted him.

  She was staring down at her cleaning supplies as if they held the greatest interest.

  Cade knew his instincts were razor sharp. They’d saved his life more times than he could count, and they were screaming now. “Ownership of this place would be incredible,” he said carefully, seemingly out of the blue, but he’d had a hunch.

  She flinched before she could control it, confirming his guess.

  Bingo. “You know I’m doing my damnedest to get proof of that ownership,” he said softly. “Whether it turns out to be you or Maddie.”

  “I know.”

  He tried a different tack. “Your father—tell me about him.”

  “I have an idea.” She’d risen and now grabbed her broom and started sweeping. “Let’s talk about you, instead,” she said.

  “Me? Why?”

  “Because you’re one big mystery.”

  “My past isn’t relevant to this case.”

  “And therefore doesn’t need to be discussed?”

  “Exactly. Now tell me about your father.”

  “You’re a hard man, Cade McKnight.”

  “From you, Delia, I take that as a compliment.” He was surprised when she smiled. “Your father?” he repeated patiently.

  “You mean, could he have been Ethan Freeman?” She’d given up trying to get information out of him, whether because it wasn’t important to her, or because she knew he wasn’t about to indulge her curiosity, he had no clue.

  “We’ve already discussed this,” she said, leaning on her broom. “All I ever knew was what my mother told me when I was five, just before she took me to the foster home.”

  And had left her there, without a word. What kind of mother, Cade wondered, would just dump her child like that? He came from a large loving family of six. His mother would no more give up a child than her own right arm. And even when Cade had walked away from that family, his heart destroyed, she’d never turned her back on him, instead, had badgered and badgered until he’d come back to the fold.

  Delia set aside the broom and lifted one of the three windows. Immediately a cool breeze hit them. Delia’s sweater plastered itself to her lush form. Cade tried not to look, he really did, but she was so beautiful.

  And remote.

  “She said he was an undercover cop on assignment,” Delia continued in that low husky voice, the one that screamed sex.

  Or maybe it was just his own mind that screamed sex. “Undercover cop,” he repeated, shaking his head to clear it.

  “Top-secret assignment. I don’t think she even told him I existed.”

  Cade had taken on some heartbreaking cases before, not to mention his own unspeakable heartbreak. He prided himself on his ability to harden himself, separate himself from any pain, his own or his clients.

  But he didn’t seem to be able to do that with Delia, and it distur
bed him that he felt her anguish as his own. In fact, it multiplied his own. “We know Ethan Freeman disappeared about that time.”

  “Just as we know it’s unlikely he became a cop,” she countered. “So unless you’ve missed something or made a mistake…”

  It was possible. God knew, he’d certainly made plenty of mistakes in his life. His biggest had cost the lives of the two people he’d cared about most.

  Delia stared sightlessly out the window, showing more emotion in just her weary stance than Cade had ever seen her show.

  “The three of you are sharing the ranch no matter who inherits,” he said.

  “Yes, we knew we would do that before we even got here.”

  “Then why does it matter which of the three of you actually owns the Triple M?”

  It took her a second longer than usual, but her eyes shuttered and she drew herself up. “You couldn’t possibly understand, not with your life-style.”

  Since she knew nothing about his life-style or why he led it, that shouldn’t have hurt.

  “And, anyway, it matters,” she whispered.

  Cade knew how close she and her sisters were, knew that they had clung together out of a need for more than mere survival during their childhood years. They’d been mother, father, sibling and best friend to one another. They’d been one another’s sole support. Out of that had grown a deep abiding love that was stronger than in most blood-related families.

  Despite himself, despite how many years it had been, something deep and frozen in Cade cracked. Thawed. He’d had a family once.

  A wife and a beautiful son.

  But Lisa and Tommy were dead, had been for eight long years now.

  As a result, he lived for his cases, as wide and diversified as he could get them and as scattered across the globe as possible. It helped bury his pain, the all-consuming pain that was too great to think about. Actually, it was far easier not to think at all, instead, taking on case after case, working himself half to death, pushing himself to the very limit and then beyond, so he could fall into bed at night so exhausted he couldn’t even dream. Traveling was a way of life for him, the only way, because if he stayed in one spot too long he lost himself.