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what was going on. It was his chance to say I told you so, but he didn’t, and she felt it was another test he’d passed.

      Another one that she hadn’t meant to give him.

      “You have a contingency fund?” he asked.

      “Yes, but Brendan, that money would be so much better used educating people not to buy iguanas as pets. And the contingency fund isn’t huge. What if I spend it on him, and then have an emergency next week?”

      “On something with a little more of a cute factor than an iguana?”

      She didn’t mean to, but she started to cry. And she wasn’t sure if it was because of the damned iguana that she’d been foolish enough to accept a name for, or because Brendan had gone virtual bowling with someone else who had thrown the ball the wrong way.

      Or because it wasn’t his idea to ask her out for ice cream.

      It was Becky he’d played that silly game with. At a Christmas function? Everyone having hysterics at her lack of coordination.

      He realized, holding the phone, that this was the first time he’d had a memory of Becky that made him feel anything. It was as if, after she died, he had started focusing on his failure to protect her, and that had erased all the good things from his mind.

      But somewhere, had he also thought that thinking of the good would be that thing? That thing that would break him wide-open?

      His contemplation of his treacherous inner landscape was cut blessedly short when Brendan heard a soft snuffling noise on the other end of the phone line. He tried to dismiss it as static, but the hair on the back of his neck prickled.

      Maybe he was psychic. “Are you crying?”

      The truth was his inner landscape seemed less treacherous than that.

      The truth was he knew Nora Anderson had been avoiding him. And the truth was, he knew it had been a good thing. For them to avoid each other. Look at how quickly his intention to be a Good Samaritan by making her laugh had become complicated. By her hips under his hands. And then by her lips. On his.

      “N-n-no.”

      But she was. Crying. Was it over an iguana? He was pretty sure she had said she was used to dealing with tragedy with animals. She had strategies for not getting attached.

      Not that she seemed to stick to any of them!

      An awful possibility occurred to him. Maybe it was because he had just thought of his wife that he was suddenly aware how quickly things could go sideways.

      “Have you been having outbursts since you hit your head?” he asked.

      “I am not having an outburst!” Now Nora was insulted.

      Brendan was astounded that he felt guilty. When he’d been dancing her down the aisle of the animal shelter, he really should have been asking her concussion-related questions. And instead of doing the easy thing, and avoiding her and all the complications that her lips had caused in his uncomplicated life over the last few days, he should have been evaluating her medical condition.

      “Have you been to see a doctor?” he asked.

      “I don’t need a doctor!”

      “Look, outbursts can be a sign of concussion—”

      “I am not having an outburst!” Each word was enunciated with extreme control, and then the phone went dead in his hands. Nora Anderson had hung up on him!

      It seemed to Brendan that hanging up on someone could be evidence of an outburst.

      Luke, flushed from heat, his hair flattened by sweat, came out of the flower bed, a tangle of bramble in his gloved hand. “Is Aunt Nora coming with us? For ice cream.”

      “I’m not sure what your aunt is doing.” Except he was sure she was crying over an iguana. “Has she, er, been having outbursts?”

      “What does that mean?”

      “Crying. Snapping.”

      “Oh. You mean PMS.”

      Brendan wasn’t sure if he should reprimand Luke or not, but a look of such deep masculine sympathy passed between them that he just couldn’t.

      Luke seemed to contemplate the fact his aunt might be a little off today. “Maybe just bring me back a milkshake,” he muttered, and disappeared into the garden again.

      Then he peeked back out. “Can you get something for Deedee, too? And just a little dish of vanilla for Ranger. I’ll pay for it.” He glanced toward the house. “She’s trying not to. But she likes him. Ranger.”

      There seemed to be a bit of that going around. People trying not to like each other, and liking each other anyway.

      Luke was a prime example. It was damn hard not to like this kid.

      And that went ditto for his aggravating aunt.

      Knowing she wasn’t going to appreciate it one little bit, Brendan made his way to the vet’s office.

      Nora was sitting in the waiting room, doing her best to look like a woman who would not cry over an iguana. The iguana was in a cage at her feet. It had a ribbon around its neck. Who tied a ribbon around the neck of an iguana they planned not to get attached to?

      When she saw him, she folded her hands over her chest.

      “I. Can. Handle. It. Myself.”

      “Uh-huh.” It was the first time he’d seen her in a dress. Or in clothes that fit, for that matter. It was a denim jumper. She had amazing legs. It was kind of like Ranger, hard not to like something so adorable.

      He ignored her glare and took the seat next to her. “Have you decided what to do then?”

      He slid her a look. She gnawed her lip. He knew darn well that meant she hadn’t. He remembered how her lip tasted.

       What was he doing here?

      Trying to do the right thing, he reminded himself sternly. Brendan took one more quick look at her, and then got up and sauntered past the receptionist and into the back to talk to Herb Bentley.

      “Okay,” Brendan said, coming back into the waiting room. Nora was fishing through her handbag, looking for tissues. “Let’s go for milkshakes.”

      While she was sipping her shake, he could grill her about concussion symptoms. He would look up a complete list of them on his iPad while waiting in line. There was always a line at the Moo Factory on Saturday.

      She looked stubborn. “In case you’ve forgotten, I have to make a decision about the iguana.”

      “I’ve already made it,” he said. He picked up the cage and put it on the receptionist’s desk.

      Nora bristled, balled up a tissue in her fist. “You made the decision? But you can’t!”

      It wasn’t exactly an outburst, but it certainly seemed as if she might be on the edge of one.

      Patiently, Brendan told her, “I told Doc I’d pay for the operation. Let’s go have ice cream.”

      “I didn’t tell you about Iggy because I needed you to fix it!” she said.

      “Whatever.”

      “No! It’s not whatever! I told you because I needed a little tiny bit of feedback. I needed to not feel so alone. I trusted you. I didn’t tell you because I needed the decision made for me.”

      She looked as if she wanted to stick her fist in her mouth after she admitted that. About not wanting to make the decision by herself. She had let it slip how alone she felt in the world.

      He looked at her lips.

      Well, that shouldn’t last long. Her being alone. At the moment, she was the best kept secret in Hansen. When word got out, every unattached

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