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girlishly soft, but not babyish. "I've been dying to meet you. Ever since Nana told me that her son had come home to visit, I've been so excited. She's told me so much about you that I feel as if I know you."
    Nana? The girl had called his mother Nana. So this was Bethany and Amery's daughter. Despite his resolve not to react, not to show any sign of emotion, Morgan found himself inspecting the child from head to toe.
    His first thought was that she didn't look the least bit like Amery. But she did look like the Morgans, like his mother and Amery's mother, Aunt Danielle. This girl stood a good five foot nine. And she was how old? Fourteen? Nearly fifteen? She'd certainly inherited her height from the Morgan side of the family.
    "You're Amery's daughter." Morgan stared at her, wishing she'd stop smiling at him as if she expected a cousinly hug.
    "And Bethany Dow's daughter. You do remember my mother, don't you? Nana says that she was your girlfriend before you went away and joined the Navy."
    Snapping his head around, Morgan glared at his mother. What possible reason could she have had to share his past history with this child? And there had to be a reason. Claudia Kane never did anything without an ulterior motive, usually to advance her own causes.
    "Telling Anne Marie all about my only child has given me great pleasure," Claudia explained. "When she was a little girl and got in trouble of some sort, I'd tell her about what a naughty little boy you were." With tears glazing her cool, blue-gray eyes, Claudia laughed softly. "I suppose that's how it began, my telling her Morgan stories."
    "I've always loved Morgan stories," Anne Marie said, her gaze locked with his. "Nana and Ida Mae spoiled you rotten, didn't they? They spoiled you almost as badly as they have me."
    When the girl laughed, every muscle in Morgan's body tensed. The sound brought back memories long forgotten, buried in the past. The laughter belonged to another girl, a shy, quiet girl with huge hazel eyes and a mane of dark, coffee brown hair. Morgan stared intoBethany's daughter's eyes, eyes an identical blue-gray to his own. She'd inherited the Morgan eyes, too.
    "You sounded like your mother just then. Your laughter—" The words came out of his mouth before he realized that he'd vocalized his thoughts.
    "You think so? I'm told our voices are similar. Most people can't tell us apart on the phone now that I'm older." Anne Marie shrugged. "And I think we look a little alike, except that I'm twice as big. Nana says that I'm built like the Morgans. Tall and rawboned. Good pioneer stock."
    "Pioneer stock?" Morgan chuckled. "Is that what you've told her, Mother, that your ancestors were pioneers?"
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    Claudia frowned at her son, then gazed past him up the brick pathway and sighed. "Ah, here comes Ida Mae with our lunch."
    Morgan seated Anne Marie, then sat down directly across from his mother. Glancing back and forth from one to the other, he wondered if the fact that the child resembled her so much had anything to do with the reason Claudia was so fond of Amery's daughter.
    "Have you asked him, Nana?" Anne Marie smiled at Ida Mae when she placed a green salad in front of her.
    "Asked me what?" Staring at his mother, Morgan held his fork in midair.
    "Not yet. I thought you and I could ask him together," Claudia said. "But let's wait until after we've enjoyed a peaceful lunch."
    "What's going on?" Cocking his head backward, he looked up at Ida Mae. "Are you in on this little plot of Mother's?"
    "There is no plot," Claudia said indignantly, then lifted her fork and pierced a small tomato slice in her salad. "Anne Marie simply wants to ask a favor of you."
    Focusing on his mother, Morgan didn't move his gaze a fraction from her calmly composed face as he laid his fork beside his plate. "What kind of favor?"
    Reaching around the edge of the table, Anne Marie grasped Morgan's arm. "Nana and I