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She found Dawg with Timothy, standing at the oversize barbecue grill, where Timothy was grilling the burgers and hot dogs. Eve couldn’t help but wonder whether she was wrong about the man her mother was in love with, as she had been wrong about Dawg.
Watching them talk, though, she saw Timothy pause and glance up at Dawg disapprovingly. As Dawg continued to talk, Timothy frowned and, without so much as the flicker of an eyelash, froze so completely that Eve knew he was livid. She’d known Timothy long enough that sometimes, unless he was trying to hide what he thought and what he felt, she could detect his anger.
Her gaze moved to Dawg. As she watched, his arms crossed over his broad chest and a scowl darkened his face. Then Timothy shook his head.
Dawg began protesting, and Timothy was ignoring him.
She would love to be the fly on that wall rather than the one watching from afar. Except she doubted Timothy would have discussed her with Dawg if she was close enough to hear.
Eve forced herself to move away.
Dawg once warned her and her sisters of the rules of the Mackay house, so to speak: Don’t betray yourself, your family, or your country, he’d told her. If they could adhere to those few rules, then they would always have family.
For the first time since she’d become a part of his family, she’d lied to him. And she was smart enough to know that part of her anger toward him had a lot to do with the fact that she had broken a promise, and now, she feared, she had risked not just her place with the Mackays, but also her sisters’ and mother’s places.
What Dawg had done was wrong. He’d played her in some way and she knew it. She just wasn’t certain how yet, and that hurt her, just as it risked her trust in him. But never her trust in the fact that he loved her family.
Or he had loved her.
Would she do it again? she wondered as she slipped into the house to find a little privacy for a while.
Eve knew she would.
Brogan had broken her heart, but staying away from him was so impossible that she had forced herself to work until she collapsed into bed around daylight. The less time she spent anywhere close to him, the better.
Not that she had seen him around very often. He seemed to be gone more often than not. Even Jed and Eli hadn’t been around much.
She couldn’t stay busy enough to forget the night and the morning she had spent in his arms, though. The memory of it tormented her. She couldn’t sleep without dreaming of it. She ached for him. She missed him.
And she was beginning to wonder whether perhaps he had lied to her in the worst possible way. Maybe he was one of those men who, once they’d had her, were just finished with a woman.
“Hey, Eve. ” Rogue Mayes, a friend of the family and, as Grandpa Mackay liked to call her, his adopted granddaughter, waved at Eve from a table set beneath the huge oak at the side of the yard.
Smiling whether she felt like it or not, Eve moved to the couple and stared at the baby Rogue was holding close to her breast.
Little Ezekiel Mayes Jr. was only three weeks old, and looked impossibly tiny to Eve. He was filling out wonderfully, though. The cap of red fuzz on his head reminded her too much of Brogan’s red hair, while everything else about him was the image of his father.
“How gorgeous. ” She breathed out as Rogue handed the baby to her carefully. “I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance to come out and see him. ” She sighed.
“Yeah, I did good, huh?” Rogue laughed.
“You did excellent,” Eve assured her as she caressed the baby’s soft, rounded head before turning to the father. “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Sheriff. ”
Zeke chuckled at the compliment. “At least you acknowledge that I might have had a hand in him. Your brother and cousins seem to believe immaculate conception occurred. ”
“Eh, that’s because they think Rogue’s a sister, too,” she assured him. “And you know all their sisters are pure, sweet, and completely innocent. ”
Zeke turned to his wife in surprise. “Has anyone told his sisters that yet? If they have, they’ve completely ignored the concept. ”
Eve couldn’t help but laugh at the playful mockery as she handed the baby back to his mother. “He’s gorgeous. He’s going to break hearts right and left when he grows up. ”
Rogue beamed in pride, while Zeke’s chest must have puffed out two feet.
As Eve turned to skirt the main part of the yard, she heard her name called out again.
“Auntie Evie. Auntie Evie. ” Erin Jansen, Natches’s niece, was running through the yard, a smile covering her face as her long dark hair flew out behind her.
That child was going to have the boys worshiping at her feet, Eve thought as the six-year-old ran to her. Bending, Eve caught her, lifting her as Erin wrapped her arms around her neck for a tight hug.
