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realizing that all the petunias he’d planted earlier in the week along the front walk were completely gone. Damn it.
    “Doe!” he bellowed.
    A moment passed, then Doe appeared at the doorway, dishtowel in her hand. He pointed to the missing petunias.
    “Uh, yeah…about that…”
    “Did Nanny get out again?” he asked, frowning.
    Doe swallowed and nodded.
    Damned goat. Nanny had been Doe’s 4-H project when she was in grade school. Doe was supposed to spend a year raising her, then sell her. But the night after their mother’s funeral, Mac had found Doe in the barn, arms tight around Nanny’s neck, crying buckets. Until then, he hadn’t seen Doe cry. Not during the diagnosis of breast cancer. Not during the double mastectomy. Not during chemotherapy or radiation or when their mother’s hair fell out in chunks or the moment Mac had to pull the life support plug. Not when either Mac or her father had held her at the funeral. But she’d cried to Nanny.
    Sometimes family came in the oddest forms. Nanny had stayed.
    “So did you get lucky with the redhead last night?” Doe held the door open and motioned him inside.
    “Trying to change the subject?”
    “I’ll fix the gate,” she grumbled. “Just answer my question.”
    Huh . He considered what she’d asked. The word “lucky” probably wouldn’t be Trudy’s term of choice. Not after he’d given her such a lousy ride. He’d always taken pride on tending to a woman’s needs. Trudy deserved better than what he’d given her last night—she deserved a mind-blowing orgasm. Or five.
    After all, the poor girl had packed not one, but three condoms in her purse. And he’d choked.
    “Where’s the baby?” he asked, attempting to change the subject as they walked into the kitchen.
    “Napping,” Doe answered. She grabbed a Spode platter and rubbed it with the dishcloth until the china squeaked. “So when will you see Trudy again? I liked her. You going to call her today?”
    He shrugged. “She took off without giving me her phone number. Or her last name.”
    “Seriously? What the heck did you do that would make her leave?”
    Yeah, right. He wasn’t about to share with his own sister how badly he’d sucked in bed. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know how to find her again. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He loped off down the hall to his office, returning a moment later with the large stack of portfolios that had been sent over by a modeling agency in Sacramento. “Take a look at the top one.”
    Doe grabbed the stack. With careful movements, she opened the file and thumbed through the photographs before her. A frown crossed her forehead and she snapped her head up to stare with dark eyes at Mac. “She slept with you in order to get hired as your model?”
    “Nope. I never gave her my last name. I’m figuring she and her agent thinks Dad’s the one looking for a model. We have the same address, the same legal name. Not many people know me in the art world the way they know Gregor.”
    Doe waved the portfolio. “I think you’re right. The cover letter from her agent is addressed to Gregor Johansson. Not MacGregor, or Mac Johns. The lines of communication must have gotten mixed up somehow.”
    “Yeah, I think Trudy was at the gallery last night to meet Dad and put a face to her name. Remember she asked if you’d introduce her?”
    “Vaguely.” Doe looked down at the portfolio again. “So she doesn’t know Gregor Johansson’s your dad?”
    “Nope.”
    “Then she wasn’t using you to get to Dad, either.” The frown on Doe’s face relaxed a bit. She held up the photograph of Trudy’s portrait. “Are you going to call her agent and get her number?”
    Mac grabbed a Gravenstein apple from the fruit basket on the granite countertop. “Nuh uh.”
    “I don’t get it.” Her brow creased back into furrows. “I thought you wanted to see her again.”
    “You know, Doe, if you keep on worrying so much, you’ll end up needing