Their Forever Family. Abigail Gordon

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      “That’s normal around here. She gets up before the chickens.” He patted her on the arm. “Let’s take a shower.” Striding across the room naked, Duncan appeared to have no issues with his body, the way women did. In seconds the spray of the shower drew her attention, and Duncan beckoning from the doorway enticed her from the bed.

      They dressed and composed themselves. Rebel prepared to meet his family and then they’d check on Rafael, see how he’d fared overnight.

      Duncan opened the door and Rebel almost ran back to the room when she saw how many people were down there. She’d never seen so many people in one home before. Or even a stadium!

      “This is your family?” She blinked, certain she wasn’t seeing this right. “Just your family?”

      Duncan paused for a look. “Most of them, I think.” He gave her a quick hug. “Don’t worry. They’ll love you.”

      When they entered the foyer, Rebel noted it had been set up with long tables and was laden with every sort of food she could imagine and some things she’d never seen before.

      “Where did all the food come from? Surely Lupe didn’t do all this.”

      “No. Rule is if you want to eat, you bring something to share.”

      “But we didn’t bring anything!”

      “You provided a very valuable service last night, so you’re off the hook.”

      Rebel gaped at him. Was he serious? Had he really just said that?

      Duncan let out a full-blown belly laugh at her response. “I meant about helping with my grandfather.”

      “Oh, my. I thought you meant—”

      “I know what you thought.” His chuckle was warm in her ear. “Get your mind out of the gutter, and let’s go see how he is. Then we can eat and enjoy.” With a squeeze to her shoulder, he released her.

      “I’m so embarrassed.” That awful flush she hated race from her chest up over her neck and cheeks.

      “Don’t worry about it. I’m not offended.”

      “Okay. So let’s go see him before I say anything else stupid.”

      “Tio Duncan!” a young male voice called out, seconds before a little body launched himself at Duncan. He caught the young man up in his arms with a laugh.

      “Pablo! ¿Como está?”

      Duncan spoke in a mixture of Spanish and English to the little boy, then turned to Rebel. “Pablo, this is my friend, Rebel. She’s a nurse and helped me to take care of Great-grandpa last night.”

      “Gracias, amiga.” He leaned over and pulled Rebel into a one-armed hug from his perch in Duncan’s arms. “Is Great-grandpa okay?”

      “We’re going to check on him right now. He’ll be just fine, you’ll see.”

      “Come here, monkey.” Another male voice approached them from behind, and Pablo released his stranglehold on Rebel’s neck. The little boy reached for the man Rebel assumed was his father, who placed him on the floor. “Go find your cousins.” Pablo raced off toward a small table set up for the young ones, heedless of the art and artifacts on nearby tables.

      A man about the same age as Duncan approached. Instinctively, Rebel drew back a little. The man was intense with eyes that seemed to look deep down inside her.

      “Rey, stop scaring her.” He gave a handshake, a fist bump and a hug to the man, then turned to Rebel. “He’s a cop and likes to intimidate everyone.”

      “Well, it worked.” A hesitant smile covered Rebel’s face. “I’m Rebel Taylor.”

      Rey shook her hand and the cop eyes disappeared as he gave her the once-over in obvious appreciation. “Nice to meet you, Rebel.” Then he pulled her into a quick, unexpected hug. “Thank you for helping him last night. He’s a tough old bird, but I don’t know what we’d do without him.”

      “Hey man, back off. She’s taken, and you’re married.” Duncan tapped his cousin on the shoulder.

      “Okay, fine.” He reached for a plate, more focused on the food than Rebel.

      “We’re going to check on him. Don’t eat everything before we get back.” Duncan gave his cousin a warning.

      “No guarantees.” He took a plate from the large stack and got into the line behind his relatives.

      “Come on. I’m sure he’s been waiting on us since dawn.”

      “He’s an early riser, then?”

      Duncan snorted. “Late to bed, gets up early, I don’t know how he does it at his age.”

      After a quick knock on the bedroom door, Duncan pressed down on the handle and pushed the door wide.

      “About damned time you two came to see me. I could be dead a week before you’d know.” His booming voice thundered through the room.

      Duncan grinned. “I see you’ve survived your night and are back to your usual charming self.”

      Rebel hid a smile and bit her lips together. It was good to see the man’s coloring had improved, the oxygen was nowhere in sight, and he was dressed and ready for the day.

      “Charming?” He offered a crooked smile and a foxy gleam in his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called charming in my life.”

      “You can be sure of that!” Lupe said from the bathroom. “He’s never even pretended to be charming as long as I’ve known him. Maybe my English word is not right, but cantankerous sounds good.”

      At that, Duncan laughed out loud and met Rebel’s gaze. There was something in that moment, a shared intimacy that tugged at Rebel’s heart. Then it occurred to her. She was building memories with Duncan. Her heart thumped and her breath hitched. Looking into his eyes, with the laugh lines fanning outward, she knew she was falling for him much harder than she’d ever expected.

      Then, in seconds, the moment was gone as he turned to Rafael.

      “Let’s have a look at you.” Duncan opened the medical kit beside the bed and extracted the stethoscope, listened to his heart and lungs and gave a sharp nod. “All that fluid you had in your lungs is gone.”

      “It damned well better be. I spent half the night in the toilet.” He glared at Rebel, but she only raised her brows.

      “Yes?”

      “No thanks to you.” He held his hard stare at her.

      “I didn’t do anything.” The stare was returned with equal intensity. She could handle herself again this morning, and he wasn’t going to shake her up like he had yesterday.

      “You gave me that medicine.” He glared harder, but she was nonplussed.

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