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      “I’ll see him when he’s alert.”

      Rachel frowned. “Why can’t you forgive him for sending you away?”

      “It’s not about forgiveness. He is who he is and I am who I am. I’ll stay until he’s medically cleared, then I’m going back to New York.”

      “That may not be for several weeks.”

      Resting a hand in the small of his sister’s back, he steered her toward the exit. “Then I’ll stay until he’s cleared.”

      “Can you afford to stay away from your company for an extended period of time?”

      Reaching for Rachel’s hand, Sawyer gave her fingers a gentle squeeze as he led her to the rental. “Have you forgotten I’m my own boss?”

      Rachel nodded as she pulled her hand from his loose grip. “My car is in the employees’ lot. I volunteered to work a double tonight because the weekend neonatal nurse has a family emergency.”

      “Leave it. I’ll drive you back in time for your shift. Besides, you look exhausted. When was the last time you had at least eight hours of sleep?” Sawyer asked.

      Rachel closed her eyes for a few seconds. “I can’t remember. I come home to see the boys off to school, and then go to bed, but I don’t sleep well because sometime I can hear Dad and Mom fussing over nonsense.”

      Opening the passenger-side door, Sawyer assisted Rachel up, and then slipped out of his jacket. “Do you want to leave?”

      The seconds ticked as sister and brother stared at each other. “I don’t want to move to New York.”

      “I’m not talking about New York. What if I help you buy a house here?”

      Waiting until Sawyer rounded the Jeep and slipped behind the wheel, Rachel said, “No. I’m not going to borrow any more money from you.” She had moved out of the house she’d rented after her divorce and back in with her parents in order to make ends meet.

      Punching the Start engine button, Sawyer shifted into gear. “Stop it, Rachel,” he admonished softly. “I’m fortunate enough to make a lot of money, and if I can’t help my sister and nephews then what good am I? I told you before, any money I give you, you don’t have to pay back.”

      “I don’t want you to think of me as a charity case, Sawyer.”

      Sawyer clamped his jaw tightly. He did not tell Rachel that he had set up custodial bank accounts in her sons’ names because he did not want her ex to slack off on his less-than-adequate child support payments. And he doubted whether he would ever have to pinch pennies. The four-story loft building had been his only big-ticket purchase. It was across the street from Enigma4For4; he occupied the two top floors and leased the two lower floors to an art gallery and an architectural design firm.

      Out of the corner of his eye, Sawyer saw Rachel staring at him. “What’s the matter?”

      “Are you dating anyone?”

      He shook his head.

      “What happened to that girl you saw for more than a couple of months?”

      A derisive sneer twisted his mouth. “We broke up six months ago.”

      “What happened?”

      Sawyer’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “She wanted a baby and I told her I’m not ready to become a father.”

      “When do you think you’re going to be ready? At forty? Or maybe fifty?”

      “Very funny, Rachel.”

      “I’m not trying to be funny. You’re thirty-three, and it seems as if you’re becoming more and more antimarriage. Do you even like women, other than to sleep with them?”

      “I can assure you, little sister, that I like women a lot. Just not the ones who try to force me to do something I’m not ready to do.”

      “So, you’re telling me if you met a woman you really like you’d marry her, like, yesterday?” She snapped her fingers.

      “I’d have to do more than like her because I’d never marry a woman I didn’t love.”

      “Are you saying there is the possibility that one of these days you’ll make me an auntie?” Rachel asked, smiling.

      He returned her smile. “Maybe.”

      “What aren’t you telling me, big brother?”

      Sawyer sobered and concentrated on the road. He wanted to tell Rachel there was nothing to tell. He wasn’t dating anyone and he wondered whether he’d become too comfortable with his own company or just more discriminating.

      “It’s going to be a while before I consider becoming a father.”

      “How long is a while? And why wouldn’t you want to have children?”

      A noticeable muscle twitched in Sawyer’s jaw when he clenched his teeth. “I didn’t say I don’t want children, it’s just that I don’t want to raise my kids like Dad.”

      Rachel exhaled an audible breath. “Didn’t you say Dad is who he is and you are who you are? And that means you could never be like him.” She paused. “You should know he hasn’t been the same since you left The Falls.”

      “And that means what?”

      “That he’s mellowed. And when he barks at Mom she comes right back at him.”

      Sawyer flashed a wide grin. “Wonders never cease. I figured after a while she’d get tired of being his doormat.”

      “There are times when she’s like a junkyard dog barking at him and refusing to back down. She told me once she turned fifty-five she wasn’t taking it anymore.”

      Although he avoided verbal confrontation, Sawyer would give anything to witness his mother standing up to her husband. “It looks as if you have company,” he said, as a late-model gray Ford Escape maneuvered into the driveway behind his father’s decades-old red pickup.

      “That’s Jessica. She was the boys’ second grade teacher. She’s probably here to drop off the books I asked her to bring for their summer reading. Now that they’re going into middle school I don’t want them to lag behind.”

      Sawyer pulled in alongside the SUV and shut off the engine. “I thought they were good students.”

      “They’re above grade level in every subject but language arts. I preach until I’m blue in the face that they have to stop playing those darn computer games and read more.”

      “That’s easy enough to fix. Use your parental controls,” Sawyer suggested. “I’ll...” His words trailed off when his nephews’ former teacher got out of her car and came around to the passenger-side door.

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