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years ago, he thought.
    “Been a while,” he said neutrally.
    “Yes, it has,” she said. “I’ve been wondering, did you ever get a life?”
    “Depends on your definition. What about you? The five-year plan turn out the way you expected?”
    “Not exactly.” She moved one hand in a graceful gesture to indicate the big house. “You’re going to be difficult about his, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah.”
    She nodded. “Had a feeling you would.”
    She went up the front steps and disappeared into the house. The Schnauzer gave Rafe one last, assessing look and followed Hannah inside.

    He found her standing in the solarium, arms folded beneath her breasts. She smiled coolly, but her shoulders were angled. She was braced for battle. When Rafe walked into the glass-walled room, the Schnauzer glanced up from an exploration of a potted palm.
    “Nice dog.” Rafe crouched and held out his hand.
    “His name is Winston,” Hannah said crisply.
    “Hello, Winston.”
    With great dignity, the Schnauzer crossed the tiled floor to where Rafe waited and sniffed politely. Apparently satisfied that the proprieties had been observed, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at Hannah.
    Rafe got to his feet. “I think your dog likes me.”
    She did not look pleased. “Winston is always well behaved. I wouldn’t read too much into it if I were you.”
    “Right. Maybe he’s waiting until my back is turned to go for my throat. How long have you had him?”
    “A couple of years.”
    Rafe nodded. “Outlasted your fiancé, huh? Lucky dog.”
    Her mouth tightened. “I’m not here to talk about Winston or my ex-fiancé.”
    “Whatever. Want some coffee?”
    She hesitated. “All right.”
    “Don’t fall all over yourself.”
    She trailed after him down the hall into the big, old-fashioned kitchen. Winston trotted briskly at her heels, pausing here and there to investigate a corner or a piece of furniture.
    “How did you hear about my engagement?” Hannah asked. Irritation made the question as brittle as thin ice.
    “You know how gossip travels between the Hartes and the Madisons.”
    “In other words, Aunt Isabel told you.”
    “Yeah.” He set the kettle on the stove. “Sent me a note right after the breakup. She seemed delighted. Guess Mr. Right fell a little short in her view.”
    Hannah watched him intently. “How long have you been here at Dreamscape?”
    “Got in late last night.” He spooned coffee into the tall glass pot.
    She glanced at the French press coffeemaker he was using. “Isabel never made her coffee in one of those. She always used a regular drip machine.”
    “This is mine. I brought it with me.”
    “I see.” She eyed the gleaming stainless-steel vegetable steamer on the counter. “That’s not Isabel’s either.”
    “No.”
    Frowning, she walked to the pantry and opened the door. He knew what she saw inside. The supplies he had brought with him included several boxes of his favorite brand of dried pasta in a variety of shapes, a bottle of twelve-year-old balsamic vinegar, and a package of capers preserved in salt. There was also a supply of dried herbs and chiles and some French lentils.
    Hannah closed the pantry door very firmly. “You’ve certainly made yourself right at home.”
    “Why not? Half this place is mine now.”
    “Lillian was right,” she said tightly. “I can’t imagine what Isabel was thinking when she made out her will.”
    He poured boiling water into the pot. “You know damn well what she was thinking.”
    “Romeo and Juliet.”
    He set the kettle down. “With a more upbeat ending.”
    “I am prepared to make you a fair-market offer for your share of Dreamscape.”
    “Forget it.” He smiled slightly. “I’m not interested.”
    She met his gaze across the width of the kitchen. There was steel in her eyes. “Do you intend to make me an offer for my half?”
    He lounged against the counter. “Are you open to one?”
    “No. I have plans for Dreamscape.”
    “What