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him. “I need to talk to you about Cato.”
    “Who?”
The name didn’t ring a bell.
    “The
woman you just met at the punch bowl.” Patrick’s demeanor was friendly, but
Heath sensed he had something serious to say.
    “Okay.”
He was ready to listen.
    “I
know she came across as rather aggressive…” Patrick began.
    “I
like aggressive sometimes, it makes things easier.”
    “Well,
that’s just it.” Patrick leaned forward on the table. “She’s testing her wings.
According to Savannah, Cato is unique. She had a super strict upbringing. That
girl was as close to being a nun without taking vows of anyone we’ve ever met.”
    Heath
was flabbergasted. “Are we talking about the same girl? She came on to me like
she did it for a living.”
    Patrick
laughed. “That’s our Cato. She’s determined to make up for lost time. Her
mother succumbed to breast cancer recently and Cato is free for the first time
to do what she wants without having to answer to anyone. And before you
question how she could still be under her mother’s thumb and be an adult, well,
just let me say that you’d have to know Mrs. Vincent to appreciate the pressure
she was under.”
    Heath
thought he was beginning to get the picture and he could certainly relate. His
choices and lifestyle had certainly been affected by what had happened with his
parents. “So what are you telling me, exactly?”
    Patrick
shook his head, wondering if this was a wise move on his part. “All I’m saying
is that she isn’t nearly as worldly as she seems and could be easily hurt.”
    “In
other words, Cato is a good girl and will have certain expectations.”
Expectations he could not fill.
    “I
can’t speak for her about expectations, Heath.” Patrick drained his beer. “All
I’m doing is relaying Savannah’s concerns.”
    Well,
damn.
       
  
    *  *  *
     
    Cato
was still a bit bemused over the reactions of Heath’s sisters. What did impress
her was how close their family was and how much they seemed to care about him.
Before they’d left, Ryder and Pepper had clued her in on their other brothers
and some of the background with the Tebow McCoys . She was a bit jealous of their big family and the
love they shared. Cato wanted that for herself one day.
    A
jerk on the bottom of her skirt drew her attention. The same three little girls
who had caused her to spill the second glass of punch on Heath, stood by her
holding out their cups for a refill. “You three are thirsty little rascals.”
She teased.
    “We’re
chasing boys!” one of them announced with a gamine grin.
    “You
are? Care to give me some lessons?” Cato leaned over, enjoying their zest for
life.
    “Sure,
you pull up your skirt, like this.” The youngest one picked up the bottom of
her flouncy dress. “Then you run really fast and if they try to get away, you
chunk dirt clods at them!”
    Cato
laughed out loud. “No wonder I’ve had a hard time catching a guy. I’ve been
going about it all wrong.” After assuaging the thirst of the cute trio, Cato
served a few others, keeping one eye cocked to see if and when her sexy nemesis
rejoined the party. She hadn’t been looking in the right direction, but when
the fine hair rose on the back of her neck and a frisson of excitement passed
over her skin, she instinctively knew he had returned.
    Jerking
her head around, she spied him. Yum! Handsome had changed clothes all right.
Gone was the western tux and one would think he would look out of place in
casual clothes, too laid-back for a gathering of this caliber. Oh, no. He
looked like sex in cowboy boots. His tight jeans fit like a dream. She didn’t
know what she wanted to do most or first—examine the cut of the denim that so
lovingly caressed his well-formed ass or cup that intriguing bulge filling out
the area behind his zipper, the one she’d caressed when trying to clean him up.
And Jesus! Look at those shoulders…Cato had to grip the edge of the table to
keep from