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work. Want me to walk D.O.G. home for you?”
    Nicki looked at her knees and then to the dog that was as big as she was. “Sure.”
    He leaned over to Patrice and gave her a kiss. “I’ll see you in the morning, Patty. Behave.”
    “Don’t I always?”
    “I wish.” He grabbed D.O.G.’s leash. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get you home before I’m late for my shift.”
    Pepperoni jumped around until Skye picked her up—the little thing was a handful when she wasn’t interested in being held. “Thanks for all the help, guys.”
    Patrice laughed and waved away Francis, who was already pulling D.O.G. out the door. “Oh, Nicki and Iaren’t leaving. We thought we’d stay, help you get unpacked, and get to know each other.”
    Skye was not against making friends, but she had the distinct feeling that Patrice was on more of a fact-finding mission than anything else. The light shining in Patrice’s eyes made her nervous and she instinctively knew Patrice wouldn’t be as easily derailed as Logan.
    Patrice took the remote control for the TV and turned on the Disney Channel. “Here you go, Nicki. I’ll be right in the bedroom with Skye.”
    Nicki wrapped her arm around Pepperoni, who had jumped onto the couch and leaned against her side. “Okay.”
    Patrice threaded her arm through Skye’s and steered her into the bedroom before flopping down on the bed. “What’s up with you and Logan?”
    “Nothing.”
    Patrice’s face made it clear she didn’t believe her.
    Maybe it was time to break out that champagne after all.
    *   *   *
    Skye pulled the chicken stock from the walk-in refrigerator, dragged a stool over to reach one of the saucepans hanging off the rack, and then banged it down on the stove. “Maybe I should just get a stick with a hook on the end of it, or rearrange the entire kitchen for those of us who are vertically challenged.”
    She ladled a few cups of the broth into the saucepan and turned the heat on to simmer, wanting to make sure it was worthy of saving. The only way to know that was to try it.
    Rubbing her tired eyes, she cursed jet lag—labeling the cause of her insomnia, since she refused to believe itwas the grilling Patrice had given her while she “helped” her unpack her belongings. The woman must have been an inquisitor of the Spanish variety in a past life.
    Okay, maybe Skye had been a little hard on Logan. It wasn’t his fault she was incapable of not drooling while in his presence. And it wasn’t as if he’d made a pass at her—if he’d tried, she’d have taken a spatula to him. And it wasn’t as if it bothered her that he hadn’t made a pass. Okay, maybe a little, but he was engaged. “Let’s face it, the guy can’t win. You just need to get your hormones under control.”
    It wasn’t his fault that when he shook her hand, there seemed to be an electric current that ran straight to her breasts and other body parts that hadn’t seen any action in, well, way too long. “Maybe if I didn’t have four goons for brothers who scared every human with a Y chromosome I came into contact with, I’d actually have a sex life.”
    She grabbed a spoon and stirred the stock, drawing the scent toward her, wanting to know what spices were used. It smelled good so far.
    Since it would be a few minutes before it was at a full simmer, she went to the storeroom with a clipboard in hand to do a quick inventory. She’d read Rex’s order and wanted to double-check a few things before she called it in. Dragging the stool behind her, she took one look at the shelves and cursed—a lot. She really hated feeling like a midget in the land of giants. Climbing onto the wobbly stool, she grabbed the shelves to steady herself, and cranked her neck back to see what the heck was up there. “What makes tall people put heavy things on the top shelves?”
    “Problem?”
    Skye’s heart tripped into triple time. She had a big problem—Logan—and he was standing in the doorway. He’d caught