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didn’t mean it.”
    He didn’t respond. There weren’t many things his fiancée was wrong about, but this was one of them. He kept hearing the bitterness that underscored Gideon’s voice. I’m done …
    He’d heard that tone before.
    In Hannah’s voice.
    Yeah, she’d given him another chance, but that was because he’d chased after her and realized what an idiot he was. Moira wouldn’t look at Gideon and see him. Nobody could make her accept that.
    â€œTalk to her.”
    Hannah brushed her fingers down his hand as he turned his over, linking their fingers as he navigated the long, winding road that led to McKay’s Treasure. “You a mind reader now?”
    â€œWell. I know you.” She squeezed his hand and added, “Now that you’ve let me in, I’m getting to know you even better. And that look on your face? It only means one thing. You’re brooding. You only brood about family.”
    â€œGideon isn’t family.”
    â€œLike hell.” Her voice was wry. “He’s the brother you probably never realized you wanted, but he’s family all the same. You’ll miss him like crazy. But that’s not the point, is it?”
    Brannon heaved out a sigh and glanced over at the glowing face of his bride-to-be, the mother of his child. “Why don’t you tell me what the point is, smart-ass?” he asked.
    â€œSmart-ass, huh?” She lifted her chin. In a lofty voice, she informed him, “Cracks like that will land you on the couch, pal.”
    â€œThat house has got a lot of beds, sugar.”
    She sniffed, the perfect Southern belle acting extremely put out. Nobody could do affronted like the women of the South. Brannon would have bet money on it. “Fine. It will land you in a bed without me in it.”
    He brought her hand up and pressed his lips to the soft underside of her wrist, scraping his teeth along it. “I bet I could change your mind.”
    â€œI’d love to see you try.”
    He shot her another look, saw the gleam in her eyes. “Might be a fun bet. Some other time. Again, what’s the point … Hannah?”
    â€œMoira.” She said it plain and simple. “She’s the point. If he leaves, she’s pretty much done. She’s shutting down more and more and don’t tell me you don’t see it. She used to go out to the pub once a week, have a drink, sit down with the girls and talk. She might come out once a month now. Once he’s gone, she’ll shut down even more. She’s already laughing less. Living less. The two of them belong together. He knows it. Deep down, so does she. I think…”
    When she trailed off without adding anything, he stroked his thumb across the back of her hand. “What is it?”
    â€œMaris.” Hannah cleared her throat and said, “Maris changed something in her. I’d look at Moira’s face when they were out together and you could see the misery there. I think she finally realized that he was done. That he couldn’t keep waiting … but that she didn’t want to wait anymore. I think she was finally ready to reach out.”
    â€œ Fuck .” Brannon tugged his hand free from hers and returned it to the wheel, staring down the ribbon of road. Not many miles remained between here and Treasure. He wanted to put the gas pedal to the floor, feel the engine come alive as he sped off, and let the controlled power of the car carry away some of the tension rising inside him. But he’d decided his need for speed was becoming an addiction of sorts and he needed to get it under control. He was going to be a daddy soon, a husband even sooner than that. So he gripped the wheel, absently twisting his hands back and forth as he stared at the road. “He’s been waiting for years—like more than eighteen years in fact. My sister isn’t stupid. What does she think he’s been