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oddest sensation in the pit of hisstomach. It was almost… paternal, he thought with amazement, or at least what he took to be some sort of fatherly emotion. Relief that he could experience such a sensation flooded through him. It would certainly make his future with Kelly less complicated.
    â€œHi, Jordan. Want some breakfast?”
    Stepping inside, he eyed the frosted cereal warily. “I don’t think so.”
    â€œIt’s really, really good.”
    She looked so hopeful that he relented. “Okay, maybe just a little.”
    She stretched on tiptoe, teetering just enough to cause his breath to catch in his throat. Reaching into the cupboard, she withdrew another bowl, a very large bowl. Then she upended the box and dumped in enough cereal to feed an army.
    â€œHey,” he protested, “I said a little bit.”
    She gave him another of those disarming smiles. “I think you’re going to really, really like it.”
    Leaving the box on the counter, she climbed down while Jordan held his breath and barely restrained the urge to pluck her up and set her feet firmly on the floor himself. He did manage to grab the bowls before she could and put those safely on the table.
    She retrieved a carton of milk from the refrigerator and a pair of spoons from a drawer. It seemed to be a routine with which she was disturbingly familiar. It gave him yet another argument to use on Kelly. If they were married, she wouldn’t be out of the house so much or so exhausted that her daughter was up before her, as he suspected might be the case this morning. At any rate, if he had his way, Dani would have a full-time mother.
    â€œAll set?” he inquired dryly, watching her precise preparations.
    Looking an awful lot like her mother had years ago, she bit her lower lip and studied the table thoughtfully. “We need a banana,” she decided.
    She scampered into the pantry and returned with a banana. With surprisingly deft little fingers, she peeled it, broke it almost in two and plopped the larger piece into his bowl and kept the smaller for herself.
    â€œMaybe we should slice it,” Jordan observed.
    â€œI can’t. Mommy doesn’t let me use knives when she’s not here.”
    â€œThen it’s a good thing I’m here,” he said. He opened a drawer and retrieved one.
    â€œHow come you know where the knives are?”
    â€œBecause I’ll bet I’ve been in this kitchen almost as many times as you have,” he told her.
    She tilted her head and studied him suspiciously. “How come? I live here.”
    He grinned at her. “Ah, yes, but I grew up practically next door and I was over here almost every day when your mom and I were kids. Nothing much has changed in here.”
    â€œOh, yeah, I forgot. You’ve known Mommy a really, really long time.”
    â€œForever,” he agreed, surprised at how easily conversation came with this pint-size version of his oldest friend. Why had he never noticed before that Dani wasn’t really so terrifying? She was just a little person with obvious views already forming. He already knew about her powers of persuasion.
    â€œSpeaking of your mom, where is she this morning? Still sleeping?”
    â€œNo. She left a long time ago. She’s mending fences right outside. She says I can come find her when I’m done with breakfast.” She eyed him speculatively. “Maybe you should come, too. Can you string wire?”
    â€œWith the best of them,” he affirmed.
    She gave a little satisfied nod. “Good, because I can’t really help. Mommy’s afraid I’ll get barbed wire stuck in my backside.”
    â€œA very real danger,” Jordan said, trying not to chuckle out loud. He took his first tentative bite of cereal. To a man whose cereal consumption was usually confined to bran flakes, this stuff was sweet enough to make him gag. He noticed that Dani was watching him intently, a