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nearby. Claire was reminded of videos of lions pacing along with antelopes as they grazed, waiting for one or two to fall behind.
    She wanted to warn those kids, and she couldn’t. The gold bracelet on her wrist made sure of that.
    Michael, predictably, had to bear the brunt of parental conversation. He was just better at it, and he had a soothing kind of presence that made everything seem . . . normal. Claire’s parents didn’t exactly remember what had happened back at the house; more of Mr. Bishop’s influence, Claire was sure. She hated that he’d messed with their heads, but in a way she was relieved, too. One less thing to have to worry about.
    Her dad’s attitude with Shane was enough.
    â€˜â€˜So,’’ Dad said, as he pretended to concentrate on his pot roast, ‘‘how old are you again, son?’’
    â€˜â€˜Eighteen, sir,’’ Shane said, in his most blandly polite voice. They’d been over this. Repeatedly.
    â€˜â€˜You know my daughter’s only—’’
    â€˜â€˜Almost seventeen, yes sir, I know.’’
    Dad frowned more deeply. ‘‘ Sixteen, and sheltered. I don’t like her living in a house with a bunch of hormone-crazy teenagers—no offense, I’m sure you mean to do right, but I was young myself once. Now that we’re in town, with a place of our own, it’s probably better that Claire move in with us.’’
    Claire had not been expecting that. Not at all. ‘‘Dad! You don’t trust me?’’
    â€˜â€˜Honey, it’s not about trusting you. It’s about trusting the two adult men you’re living with. Especially one I can see you’re getting very close to, even though you know that’s not very smart.’’
    Fury burst open inside of her, and all she could see beyond the haze of red was Shane, standing between her and Eve, defending their lives while putting his own at risk.
    Shane, turning away from her time after time because he was better—better by far—than she was at self-control.
    Claire sucked in a deep breath and was about to let it out in a torrent of words, at top volume, when Shane’s hand came down over hers and gripped it.
    â€˜â€˜Yeah,’’ he said. ‘‘You’re right about that. You don’t know me, and what you do know you probably don’t much like. I’m not really parent friendly. Not like Michael.’’ Shane jerked his chin at Michael, who was trying to shake his head no, don’t do it. ‘‘I think maybe you’re right. Maybe it would be better if Claire moved back in with you for a while. Give you a chance to get to know all of us, especially me.’’
    â€˜â€˜What the hell are you doing?’’ Claire whispered fiercely. She didn’t care that Dad could probably hear, and Michael certainly could. ‘‘I don’t want to go anywhere!’’
    â€˜â€˜Claire, he’s right. You’d be safer there. Our house isn’t exactly a fortress, in case what happened today didn’t sink in yet,’’ Shane replied. ‘‘Hell, between strangers cruising in and out, my dad’s threat to come back and finish what he started—’’
    Claire threw down her fork. ‘‘Wait just a minute. You’re telling me it’s for my own good, is that it?’’
    â€˜â€˜Yes.’’
    â€˜â€˜Michael? Jump in anytime!’’
    Michael held up his hands in surrender. He’d had enough, and Claire couldn’t really blame him.
    Eve, though, cleared her throat and waded right into the conversational swamp. ‘‘Mr. Danvers, honest, Claire’s perfectly fine with us. We all look after her, and Shane’s not the kind of guy who’d take advantage—’’
    â€˜â€˜Wouldn’t say that,’’ Shane said, way too mildly. ‘‘I’m exactly that kind of