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was fazed. That kid had called the man next to him his
dad.
    “You’re this boy’s
father?” Zoe asked Kinneally.
    The man raised his eyebrows. “Is that
a problem?”
    “Yes,” Zoe said. “No. I mean, I
thought you were brothers.”
    Kinneally smiled. It was a
devastating, brighten-the-room-with-a-thousand-suns kind of smile,
and Zoe felt herself melt.
    “He’s my son,” Kinneally
said. “His name is Kyle, and I’m Travers.”
    Zoe had to concentrate
again to hear his words. She’d often read about women who were so
overwhelmed by the men they met that they couldn’t concentrate, but
she’d never had it happen to her. She’d always believed it to be a
fictional contrivance, just like she felt love at first sight was
the same thing, and happily-ever-after came from children’s
stories.
    “Travers,” Zoe found
herself saying before she could stop herself. The name was unusual,
just like he was, and it suited him. “Travers
Kinneally.”
    He nodded. “You know it?”
    She had to shake her head, which made
her feel like a dork. And she hadn’t felt like a dork since she had
gone through puberty too many years ago to count. She wasn’t even
sure if there had been such a word back then. Dork. Imbecile,
maybe, but not dork.
    “Ma’am?” the boy said again in that
tentative voice. “I know you think my dad’s cute and all, but can
we focus on the problem here?”
    Zoe blushed. Her cheeks
grew so hot she was sure steam was rising from the top of her
head.
    She hadn’t blushed since she was a
child—at least that she could remember.
    “Kyle!” Travers said. He sounded
shocked and embarrassed.
    “Yes, dear,” said the blond, turning
around in her chair so that she faced Zoe.
    The redhead turned too. “We have a
problem.”
    The brunette’s turn was perfectly
orchestrated to make the entire maneuver look like a shtick from a
Broadway musical. “And we believe you’re the only one who can solve
it.”
     

 
     
Six
     
    Travers put his hands on
Kyle’s shoulders and pulled his son back toward the door. Travers
was going to tell Kyle that this was no longer their concern, that
his son was getting too personal, and that it was time to leave,
but the shock on Zoe Sinclair’s face was too much.
    Travers couldn’t tell if the shock
came from Kyle’s comment about Zoe’s attraction to Travers or if it
came from the weird way the Wyrd Sisters were speaking to
her.
    Kyle dipped his knees and slipped out
of Travers’ grasp. That kid always seemed to know what Travers was
going to do. Kyle moved far enough along the unpainted wall that
Travers would have to leave the door to reach him. And for some
reason, Travers wanted to keep the door at his back.
    Part of that reason was Zoe Sinclair
herself. She was stunning. She had chocolate brown hair, stylishly
cut so that it brushed her cheeks. Her skin was ivory, but those
cheeks had a reddish tinge even when she wasn’t
blushing.
    She had kissable lips (he hadn’t been
able to stop thinking about them since he walked into the room),
and the most startling eyes he had ever seen. They were large, with
heavily fringed lashes that made them seem even more dramatic than
they already were. Her brows, arched along the perfect bone above
her stunning eyes, also added to the drama.
    But the thing about her eyes that he
liked best was that their color perfectly matched her hair. Right
down to the highlights. Her hair had golden highlights and her
chocolate brown eyes had golden flecks.
    Flecks he couldn’t stop staring
at.
    Good thing Kyle hadn’t mentioned
Travers’ attraction to Zoe. Although hearing that Zoe was attracted
to Travers did make his heart rise, just a little. It rose even
more when Zoe blushed.
    She didn’t look like the
kind of woman who blushed. Although she had a blusher’s skin—that
soft, luminescent color—her body language, her black skirt and
t-shirt (worn despite the day’s heat), and that hard glint in her
eyes made it obvious that