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something he didn’t want.
Even from his sister-in-law, whom he loved; he did not want her to feel sorry for him.
His face hardened.
“Pika...”
He glanced down to see her hand on his arm. He hadn’t even been aware that she had moved toward him.
He barely refrained from shrugging her off, instead forcing the frown he knew was on his face away and his muscles to loosen. He was so tense he felt an ache in his shoulders where his muscles had bunched.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal. I’m a big boy. I’m good.” He shrugged off the anger...the unresolved feelings he felt for a man long dead. “But now that she’s here, I want her to know that my family is united. I want her to meet the family. If for no other reason than to let the Wildes know we are united.”
“Are you sure it’s her you want to know this?”
He pinned her with a glare. “I don’t need a pop-therapy session, Sonia.” He’d hurled the words and felt guilty when her eyes widened and her mouth turned down at the corners.
“I know, Pika... I’m sorry,” she said as he reached over and gave her a quick impromptu hug.
“You didn’t do anything, Sonia. It’s me.” He laughed without humor. “Just trying to figure all of this out. Figured us coming together, showing unity, would send a message, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture he and his brother shared when they were uncertain.
Sonia recognized the gesture and her face softened even more.
“That’s pretty important to you, isn’t it? The family showing unity?”
“Yeah,” he said, turning to put away the supplies. There was a short silence before Sonia spoke.
“Well, that’s good enough for me. What can I do to help? And, yes, Pika...I know that my husband put this ball in your court,” she said.
He turned to face her, surprised.
She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I can’t—or won’t—help my favorite brother-in-law out,” she said, volleying back his earlier words with a spin. “So...what’s the plan?”
He glanced at Sonia as she rubbed her hands together, preparing to plot like that cheesy villain in a badly produced horror flick he’d thought of earlier.
He laughed outright.
Chapter 9
N ick was unlike anyone that Sinclair had ever met.
After the dinner with his family the night before, a few days after her arrival at the ranch, he was more of an enigma than ever to Sinclair.
She’d been glad for the reprieve; instead of facing his family that same horrendous day of her arrival, she’d been able to take a few days, acclimate to the time change as well as relax a bit.
She’d gone back to her room, unpacked and gotten herself “comfortable.” She was a self-proclaimed “neat freak,” preferring things be put in an orderly fashion.
It came from a lifetime of living in smaller quarters. She and her father had lived in one of the guest cottages on the Wilde Ranch, as many of the families had, and although the cottage was nicely kept—quaint—it hadn’t been large. However, it had been enough room for the two of them.
Dorm life and a series of smaller studios and apartments had strengthened her habits. So, after making sure she’d put everything in its place, she’d also set up all of her gadgets: laptop, iPad, iPad mini and iPhone. She was a self-proclaimed gadget junkie.
Then she’d promptly fallen asleep after taking a long hot shower. The last thought on her mind: Nick Kealoha.
After waking up the next day, refreshed, she’d called the ranch. When Ellie Wilde had answered, she’d smiled. Sinclair loved all of the Wilde women. Each woman was unique, with her own very distinct personality, and they were all very loving women.
Yet, of all the Wilde women, she identified with Ellie the most.
Studious and serious, Ellie, too, had grown up around the ranch. Although she hadn’t actually lived on the ranch, as she and Yasmine Wilde had, Ellie knew ranch life just as well, if not more. Her father had been the
Even from his sister-in-law, whom he loved; he did not want her to feel sorry for him.
His face hardened.
“Pika...”
He glanced down to see her hand on his arm. He hadn’t even been aware that she had moved toward him.
He barely refrained from shrugging her off, instead forcing the frown he knew was on his face away and his muscles to loosen. He was so tense he felt an ache in his shoulders where his muscles had bunched.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal. I’m a big boy. I’m good.” He shrugged off the anger...the unresolved feelings he felt for a man long dead. “But now that she’s here, I want her to know that my family is united. I want her to meet the family. If for no other reason than to let the Wildes know we are united.”
“Are you sure it’s her you want to know this?”
He pinned her with a glare. “I don’t need a pop-therapy session, Sonia.” He’d hurled the words and felt guilty when her eyes widened and her mouth turned down at the corners.
“I know, Pika... I’m sorry,” she said as he reached over and gave her a quick impromptu hug.
“You didn’t do anything, Sonia. It’s me.” He laughed without humor. “Just trying to figure all of this out. Figured us coming together, showing unity, would send a message, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture he and his brother shared when they were uncertain.
Sonia recognized the gesture and her face softened even more.
“That’s pretty important to you, isn’t it? The family showing unity?”
“Yeah,” he said, turning to put away the supplies. There was a short silence before Sonia spoke.
“Well, that’s good enough for me. What can I do to help? And, yes, Pika...I know that my husband put this ball in your court,” she said.
He turned to face her, surprised.
She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I can’t—or won’t—help my favorite brother-in-law out,” she said, volleying back his earlier words with a spin. “So...what’s the plan?”
He glanced at Sonia as she rubbed her hands together, preparing to plot like that cheesy villain in a badly produced horror flick he’d thought of earlier.
He laughed outright.
Chapter 9
N ick was unlike anyone that Sinclair had ever met.
After the dinner with his family the night before, a few days after her arrival at the ranch, he was more of an enigma than ever to Sinclair.
She’d been glad for the reprieve; instead of facing his family that same horrendous day of her arrival, she’d been able to take a few days, acclimate to the time change as well as relax a bit.
She’d gone back to her room, unpacked and gotten herself “comfortable.” She was a self-proclaimed “neat freak,” preferring things be put in an orderly fashion.
It came from a lifetime of living in smaller quarters. She and her father had lived in one of the guest cottages on the Wilde Ranch, as many of the families had, and although the cottage was nicely kept—quaint—it hadn’t been large. However, it had been enough room for the two of them.
Dorm life and a series of smaller studios and apartments had strengthened her habits. So, after making sure she’d put everything in its place, she’d also set up all of her gadgets: laptop, iPad, iPad mini and iPhone. She was a self-proclaimed gadget junkie.
Then she’d promptly fallen asleep after taking a long hot shower. The last thought on her mind: Nick Kealoha.
After waking up the next day, refreshed, she’d called the ranch. When Ellie Wilde had answered, she’d smiled. Sinclair loved all of the Wilde women. Each woman was unique, with her own very distinct personality, and they were all very loving women.
Yet, of all the Wilde women, she identified with Ellie the most.
Studious and serious, Ellie, too, had grown up around the ranch. Although she hadn’t actually lived on the ranch, as she and Yasmine Wilde had, Ellie knew ranch life just as well, if not more. Her father had been the
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