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you’re starved, aren’t you? Come on. Let’s you and me go into the kitchen. I think we have some leftover fried chicken and apple pie Cally made before she left. She’s an up-and-coming songwriter so she travels to Nashville every so often.”
    Knowing better than to stop Sara once she’d made up her mind, Jimmy hid his grumble and instead, let his gaze drift down Mandy’s back to her firm, round bottom. He tilted his head, enjoying her sexy sway.
    “Down, boy.” Max Matheson, Michael’s cousin, bumped his fist into Jimmy’s shoulder. “If your tongue hangs out any lower, you’ll trip over it.”

    * * * *

    The kitchen was huge but cozy with big windows letting the light from the dimming sunlight spread over the white cabinets, granite countertops, and hardwood floor. Mandy paused, taking in the beautiful view outside a floor-to-ceiling window. “This is amazing.”
    Sara pulled a tray of fried chicken from the oversized refrigerator. “Thanks. We like it. The original kitchen was fairly small, so we expanded the space last year. Please. Make yourself at home.”
    Mandy took a seat at the wooden table and counted the chairs. Twelve chairs. One for each of the six men, one for Sara, and one for Cally. So who were the other chairs for? Children? Yet she hadn’t seen any signs of children in the house or on the yard.
    “I bet you’re worn out from riding on that old bus. Not to mention the rest.”
    The rest. Like the way her father had refused to have anything to do with her. The weight of the day’s events rested heavily on her shoulders. “Now that you mention it, I’m more exhausted than I thought.”
    Within a few minutes, Sara placed a plate of warmed-up chicken, an enormous slice of steaming apple pie, and a cup of coffee in front of Mandy. “Sugar? Cream?”
    “No, thanks. Sara, are you sure this is okay? My barging into your home? I mean, I’m a total stranger.” She’d only asked the question again to be polite. Truth was she already felt at ease in the Matheson household.
    Sara sipped her coffee while Mandy ate. “I’m positive. We’re happy to have you.”
    Mandy accepted the sincerity, pleased that she could feel right putting the question to rest once and for all. “And everyone I met lives in this house? Are they related to each other…or to you?”
    “Only Michael and Max are cousins, but the rest of us are very close friends. Very close.”
    “You mean the kind of friends that you can count on, no matter what?”
    “Exactly.” Sara looked thoughtful. “Even more than that.”
    Mandy stared into the black liquid in her cup. What would it be like to have a lot of close friends? Friends that always had your back? “You’re lucky. My mom and I moved around when I was young. I’m not very good at making friends.”
    “Really? I didn’t get that impression at all.” Sara dipped her head, a soft smile playing on her face. “But you can be lucky, too. If you want it badly enough.”
    Yet before she could ask Sara what she meant, Sara pushed back her chair. “I think I hear a piece of pie calling my name.”
    Instead, Mandy asked, “Do you find it hard living with six men?”
    Sara came back to the table and took a bite before answering. She chewed, covering her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist having a taste first. Sure. Sometimes. Even one man can get on a woman’s nerves at one time or another. But six?” She chuckled. “You have no idea. Thankfully, it’s not just me any longer. Having Cally around helps a lot. Sometimes we go into Dallas and treat ourselves to a little girl time away from the pack.”
    “The pack?”
    “You know. The bunch of animals we live with.”
    Hadn’t one of the men called them a pack, too? “I don’t mean to pry, but can I ask? Are you, uh, involved with any of them?”
    Sara’s brown eyes dove into her as though getting ready to assess her reaction to her answer. “I’m involved with all of them. But Michael and I