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hear that, Red?”
    â€œYou mean about the accident? What? Are we going to get caught in a traffic jam?”
    â€œNo, I think the accident is farther south. I was referring to the local weather forecast. Maybe if we’re real lucky, the rain will turn into a monsoon and we’ll be able to put the blame for the shutdown of production on the rain.”
    â€œI couldn’t be that lucky,” Molly grumbled.
    â€œWell, maybe I could,” Mitch said. “Especially if I hedge my bet.” Reaching over, he tousled the soft cloud of red curls that framed her face. His hand lingered; he waited for her reaction.
    As he suspected, it was prickly.
    Molly tilted her head away. “What are you doing?”
    â€œSurely you’ve heard it’s supposed to be good luck to run your hands through red hair.”
    â€œNot through mine, it ain’t,” she warned, slapping his hand away.
    Matthew would have liked her. The thought came to Mitch unbidden. One of the unnerving things about life since his twin’s death was reaching for the phone to call him, wanting to discuss something … someone with him. Someone like Molly. He was beginning to get over the numb feeling of shock. He’d stopped tearing up at the oddest moments. He could even bear the scent of flowers again. There’d been so many bouquets at the funeral, the sweet, sickly scent had stayed with him for days. He was even getting over the rage.
    All that had been replaced by an ache deep inside.
    He was ready to be comforted, and here he was, stuck with a woman who’d rather slap him up side the head than hold him in her arms and make him feel whole again, if that was even possible.
    Yeah, Matthew would have liked her. Would have liked even more the trouble she was giving him. His twin had always said Mitch had a junk-food appetite for women, but that once he had a gourmet experience, he’d be a goner.
    Trouble was, he didn’t know if Molly Hill, with her soft curves and hard words, was a gourmet experience or a bad case of food poisoning.
    â€œKnow any more fairy tales about redheads?” Molly said, interrupting his thoughts.
    â€œI think there’s one about dreaming of a beautiful redhead bringing unexpected news, but most of what I know about redheaded women comes from the comics.”
    â€œThanks a lot.”
    â€œWell, I don’t know …. Brenda Starr and Jessica Rabbit aren’t too shabby. And seems I recall Charlie Brown had an ongoing thing for a little, redheaded girl.”
    Fat droplets of rain began plopping onto the windshield. “Look, it’s starting to rain. For once it looks like the weather forecasters were right. Maybe I should try running my hand through your hair again to encourage torrential downpours.”
    â€œMaybe you shouldn’t,” she countered. “Why don’t you busy your hands with finding another radio station? That one is getting static and beginning to fade out.”
    Mitch turned off the radio, then groaned as he adjusted the ice pack on his ankle.
    â€œHow’s the swelling?”
    â€œMy foot looks like a football and it’s throbbing.”
    â€œI could say I told you so.”
    â€œDon’t.”
    â€œWhy’d you turn the radio off?”
    â€œI want to try something out on you.”
    â€œWhat?” she asked suspiciously, looking at his hands.
    â€œI’ve been playing with some lyrics for the theme song for Jesse. Just listen and tell me what you think, okay?” He was uncertain about it because he knew everyone was expecting a love song.
    His song was about brothers—Frank and Jesse James.
    He tried to keep his voice steady as he sang. The lyrics meant a lot to him; they were about two brothers, one of whom is killed. Molly’s reaction was really important; he knew instinctively that she would tell him the truth, not just what he wanted to hear.
    When he finished singing, Molly remained