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midsentence. They’d both spotted her, and it pleased her that just that simply she had, as Sarah had suggested, “knocked them off their pins.”
    Into the silence, she said, “Good evening, Major Benedict. And to you, too, Major Benedict.” Fighting the urge to laugh at their goggle-eyed reactions, she returned her attention to her meal.
    “Good God, Charlie, I do believe the rest of us have suddenly turned invisible.” Samuel’s voice sounded full of amusement.
    That seemed to snap the men back to the moment.
    “We beg your pardon.” Patrick was swift to grin. “Good evening, Major Wesley.” He headed toward his mother first, and the fact that woman was sitting on the other side of her gave Kate pause. But as he and Gerald kissed their mother, they did so on her right side, so they could greet their father, Charles, too.
    “Bring over the extra chairs, and sit beside your grandmothers. I’ll get you each a plate.” Mattie winked at Kate, and excused herself from the table, apparently to do just that.
    “Roast beef for dinner and then afterward, the most luscious dessert in the world.” Gerald’s voice felt like a velvet caress along her skin and it was all Kate could do not to shiver.
    Shocked that he would say such a risqué thing in front of his family, Kate jerked her head up and met his gaze.
    His serious regard held just a shade of the devil, and Kate realized that she’d risen to the bait.
    “Yes,” Patrick agreed. “There’s nothing in this world better than Grandmother’s pecan pie.”
    Trouble. These two are going to be nothing but trouble . That wasn’t the first time Kate had entertained that thought.
    It was, however, the first time that thought made her feel aroused and eager to see what kind of trouble might happen next.
     
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    Hell has a new definition. It’s sitting across the table from Kate and not being able to touch her or kiss her.
    Gerald let that thought take up residence in his brain and simmer, even as he made polite conversation with the table at large.
    Now that he thought about it, he didn’t know why he’d been so shocked to come in and see Kate seated with his family, enjoying dinner.
    Of course she would have been invited, just as she likely had met most everyone that was important to him and Patrick by now.
    He was delighted his family had taken her under their wing. He guessed he was just having a hard time with the concept because when he thought of Kate, when he looked at her, he wanted nothing more than to be balls deep inside of her while she sucked his brother’s cock.
    And vice versa.
    “So how are things going so far, or can you say?” Charles asked.
    Sitting between his grandmother and his father, Samuel, he had no trouble making eye contact with that particular father. Of course, he didn’t really want to look at his father. He wanted to look across the table at Kate. He consoled himself that at least he could look at her. Poor Patrick, sitting between Uncle Jeremy and Grandmother Amanda, couldn’t see their woman without making an obvious show of doing so.
    “There’s no lack of enthusiasm in the young men who’ve signed up for training, that’s for sure,” Gerald said. “It’s just unfortunate that enthusiasm doesn’t always equal ability.”
    “I suppose there’s not much time for someone to work at it, get better,” Jeremy said.
    “Nine weeks,” Patrick said. He looked around the table and Gerald had to bite back his smile. His brother had found a way to lay eyes on their woman.
    “The first few days we were there, we spent just teaching the lads a bit of the theory of pursuit flying, and then acquainting them with the Valiant. Most of them had never even seen that airplane up close before.”
    “I was surprised when you called this morning and said you’d be home for dinner tonight. I thought we wouldn’t get to see much of you at all.” Grandmother Sarah’s voice, for all its softness, could pin his attention—or