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anywhere.”
    “Don’t read more into this than there is. Yes, we had sex, all right? It meant nothing. I have my career, and it’s all I want. I don’t want or need a man in my life, especially on a permanent basis.”
    “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
    “Why?” She glanced to the other side of the truck, trying to read his expression. The last thing she wanted would be for Mark to feel like he had to choose between her and his friendship with Justin.
    “I’ve known Justin a long time. He likes women, loves them in fact, but he’s not the settling down kind of a man.”
    “The last thing I need is someone like him. Trust me, it meant nothing.”
    “If you say so.”
    “I do,” she answered as they pulled into the pull through in front of the hotel. “Thanks for picking me up.”
    “No problem. I guess I’ll see you at Gram’s next weekend.”
    “I’ll be there.”
    “I love you. Be careful, huh?”
    “Of course, aren’t I always?”
    He laughed. “No. That’s why I said it.”
    Letting a smirk ripple across her mouth, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Shaking her head, she opened the door and slipped out of the truck, shutting it firmly behind her.
    She handed the valet her parking ticket and watched Mark pull back out onto the street with a heavy sigh. It meant nothing. It meant nothing. I just have to keep telling myself that.

Chapter Five

    Whipping her car into the driveway, Katrina wasn’t surprised to see tons of cars parked nearby. After all, turning ninety years old only came once in a person’s lifetime, and having her family close meant everything to her grandmother.
    She pushed the car door open and stepped out. A family get-together meant hundreds of the Jamieson clan. This party wasn’t any different. All eight of Gram’s children, their children, and grandchildren as well as friends of each came to celebrate.
    After looking over her attire, she nodded; satisfied she’d dressed appropriately for the company present. A pink tank top and white shorts adorned her form and she smiled at the pink toenail polish on her feet, peeking out from the flip flops she chose to wear. Wouldn’t the guys at work be surprised to know how feminine she dressed sometimes? They rarely saw her in anything but her flight suit or her BDUs.
    Locking her car, she walked purposefully toward the front entrance. Knocking softly, she pushed it open and saw her mother.
    “There you are. I thought maybe you weren’t coming.”
    “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Where’s Gram? I need to give her a big hug and kiss before she gets too wrapped up in the festivities.”
    “She’s out on the patio near the pool. Can I get you something to drink?”
    “I’ll get it. You have enough to do with all of this other company. Good grief! There must be a hundred people here.”
    “Hundred and fifty to be exact, but you know Gram loves a party.”
    Katrina chuckled. “Isn’t that the truth? I’ll be back in a bit to help you.”
    “Don’t you dare. I’ve got this under control, and besides, I hired some people to help me. You go enjoy yourself. I’m sure there are several people here you haven’t seen since you’ve been back.”
    “Very true.” She kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit then. Don’t overdo it.”
    “Stop worrying. I’m fine.”
    Katrina smiled, looking at the striking woman before she headed for the kitchen. Annabel Jamieson could turn many a man’s head even at the ripe age of fifty-five. Standing at least five foot seven inches in her bare feet, with her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung nearly to her butt and hardly a gray hair to be found, she could easily pass for Katrina’s sister.
    Katrina shook her head and walked toward the sliding glass doors. Sliding the door open, she walked out, pulling it shut behind her before she moved toward a large container where the drinks sat buried in ice. Grabbing a cold soda, she spotted her