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goes after a woman…”
    Logan’s knuckles ached where he gripped the lower edge of Cassie’s car window.
    Cassie smiled and patted one of his hands. “If you want to know about Dylan and Briana,” she said sweetly, “you’d better ask one of
them.
I’m just an old lady, minding my own business. How would I know what is—or isn’t—going on between those two?”
    “You know everything,” Logan said. If he hadn’t been wearing a T-shirt, he’d have been hot under the collar. “About everybody in Stillwater Springs and for fifty miles in all directions.”
    Cassie sighed. Shifted the car into Reverse. “You’d better step back,” she said, “if you don’t want me to run over your toes.”
    Logan, being no fool, stepped back.
    He watched Cassie whip the little car around and chug back down the driveway at a good clip, exhaust pipe belching blue smoke, loose parts rattling. When she topped the rise, then dipped out of sight, he looked down at the paper she’d handed him earlier.
    Dylan’s number.
    Tyler’s.
    Sidekick came down the porch steps to nudge Logan in one thigh, as if urging him to get it over with.
    Cassie had been right, of course. It wasn’t going to get any easier.
    He got out his cell phone, thumbed in Dylan’s number, half hoping he’d get voice mail.
    “Yo,” Dylan said, live and in person. “Dylan Creed.”
    Logan plunked down on the porch step, right where Cassie had been sitting earlier. Cleared his throat. “Did you check caller ID before you answered?” he asked.
    Silence.
    Then, “Logan?”
    “It’s me,” Logan said, bracing himself. Prepared for either a backlash of profanity or an instant hang-up.
    Neither one came. Dylan seemed stunned, as much at a loss for words as Logan was.
    “I’ll be damned,” Dylan said finally. “Where are you?”
    “On the ranch,” Logan replied, relieved.
    “What are you doing there?” Now there was an edge to Dylan’s tone; he sounded vaguely suspicious.
    “Not much of anything, right at the moment,” Logan said, scratching Sidekick’s ears. “The place is going to hell in a wheelbarrow. Thought I’d fix it up a little—my part of it, anyway.”
    Another silence followed, pulsing with all the things neither one of them dared say.
    “What’ve you been up to, Logan?”
    Was it brotherly interest, that question, or an accusation? Logan decided to give Dylan the benefit of the doubt. “Quit the rodeo, got married and divorced a couple of times, started a business. What about you?”
    “There are similarities,” Dylan said quietly. “I’m not rodeoing anymore, either. No wives, current or ex, but I do have a two-year-old daughter. Her name’s Bonnie—or it was the last time I heard. Her mother’s changed it half a dozen times since the kid was born.”
    Logan closed his eyes. His own brother had a child, his
niece,
and he hadn’t known the little girl existed. “The last time you heard? Don’t you see Bonnie, Dylan?”
    For a moment, the connection seemed to crackle, then Dylan took a breath. “Not much,” he admitted. “Sharlene’s supposed to share custody, but she doesn’t.”
    “Maybe I could help you with that,” Logan heard himself say.
    “Yeah,” Dylan retorted, and the edge was back in his voice. “You’re a lawyer. I keep forgetting.”
    I’m also your brother.
    “Look, if you decide you need legal advice, give me a call. If not, that’s okay, too. I just called because—”
    “Why
did
you call, Logan?” A challenge. That was like Dylan—to assume Logan must be up to something, if he’d made contact after all this time.
    “I guess being back home made me a little nostalgic, that’s all,” Logan said.
    “Home?” Dylan echoed, downright testy now. “Where’s that?”
    Logan said nothing.
    “What do you want?”
    The words hurt Logan a lot more than he would have admitted. “Nothing,” he said. “I just thought we could talk.”
    “You’re planning to sell your share of the ranch,