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reached over and patted her on the thigh. “I wubs you, sis.”
    “I wubs you too, bro.” That was their special thing, since they were little kids and she followed Liam around like he was a god. When she was little she said “wubs” instead of “love” and it stuck.
    Their mom called just as they pulled into Gwen’s driveway. Gwen managed to get her off the phone in a few minutes, claiming she needed to help Liam unload. He’d already opened his door and climbed out, leaning against the front fender and standing there with his eyes closed as if soaking up the sun and enjoying the peace and quiet.
    Hell, that’s probably exactly what he’s doing. “You want your chair?” she called out.
    He shook his head. “Let me have my walker. I want to take my time getting inside.” He threw his head back and yelled, “Frrreeeeeedom!”
    “You’ve got to quit watching Braveheart ,” she teased.
    He laughed. “I feel like I’ve been paroled. Please tell me there’s a pizza in my future. I’ll even pay.”
    “There’s pizza on tonight’s agenda, and a little special surprise chilling in the fridge for you.”
    His jaw dropped. “No!”
    “Yes.”
    “The good stuff?”
    “Your favorite.”
    He grinned. “Oh, you sweet thang, if you weren’t my sister and it wouldn’t give me mega-cooties, I’d kiss you in a nasty, wet, sloppy, full-tongue kind of way.” He took his time making his way across the yard to her front porch. There wasn’t a set of steps for him to navigate, so he could easily manage by himself. Gwen had gone to the grocery store earlier and stocked all his favorite foods that their mom wouldn’t buy for him, including a six-pack of Coors. He couldn’t drink a lot because of his medication, but his parents refused to buy any beer because they believed all booze was evil.
    Well, her father did, and their mother followed their father’s orders.
    It took her a half hour to unload and get his things moved into the office. He parked himself on her couch and reached for the remote. “Remind me to buy you a Wii for your birthday so I can come play it. Have you heard from Amy yet?”
    Gwen frowned and checked her BlackBerry. No messages, no voice mails, no texts.
    “No.” She tried calling and got Amy’s voice mail. “Hey, listen, chica, not to rain on your parade, but please at least text me back you’re alive. Liam’s crashing with me for a couple of days, but Mom and Dad are seriously wigging out over your lack of communication. Love you, and have fun.” She hung up. Liam stared at her. “You think she’s okay?” she asked him.
    He nodded. “She needed me to clear some spyware off her computer a few days before she left. She made the hotel reservations for two. I saw it in her e-mail, the confirmation.” He was a freelance computer programmer and made a decent living at it.
    “You don’t remember the name of the other person?”
    “She made it in her name, but that doesn’t mean they checked in under her name. Once you’re there you can put it in whoever’s name you want.”
    “Why would she hide from Mom and Dad like that?”
    He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe it’s not Mom and Dad she’s hiding from.”
    Indignation filled Gwen. “Now, you wait a minute—”
    “Not you, Gee,” he said, calming her and waving her objections away. “I meant the guy she’s with. Maybe he needed to put the reservation in his name as a cover for something.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh. I think she’s met him quite a few times over the past couple of months. Late nights I covered for her and said she’d gone out with friends, or taken a class, or was running a seminar or whatever. I’m running out of excuses.”
    “Well what’d she say when you asked her what was up?”
    He shook his head. “I’m not about to do that. Do you honestly think she’d admit it anyway? She needs her space, too.” His face darkened. “I can’t even go jerk off in the bathroom without Mom knocking on the