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grand. I picked up a hostage on the way here. Do you mind feeding him while he waits for rescue? Janet, having realized her impending doom, let out a huge breath as grands attention was diverted to the detective lark. Is that the movie star? The one with the flag close from that movie you took us to go see? Not the only one grants face flushed as she studied the prime specimen in front of her, even frustrated from my stubborn refusal to take him back to his car. He was gorgeous, his hair ruffled from running his hands through it in between. Text. Yep, get him the costume and he could win a lookalike. Cost him against the real actor. Grand may introduce Detective Brecken Wilson from San Francisco. Detective. This is my grandmother and my cousin Janet. Her much younger single cousin, Janney added. Brett, this would be the last time I helped her. I cleared as she pushed past me to shake his hand and turned just in time to see Captain's eyes widen. His body recoiled from the motivated blur of a girl heading towards him. Hi, you are from San Francisco. Even I once from Herc readings. Poor, overly composed, stoic Brecken stood helpless trying to find an escape before answering her. Uh, I am now. My parents followed my sister there a few years ago and I followed them. He looked over at me, his eyes still wide enough to see why all the way around, Janet snacked his arm and reeled him closer until his arm was snugged under her boobs. I should lean closer to hear what I could hear. Just fine from four feet away. Really? How fascinating! She heard actually purred Wow! Where were you from? For that he looked at me again, his eyes begging me to help. But I was still smarting over his insistence on Calame Lachlan. He was on his own back east. His voice was short and abrupt. He turned back to grand, trying to use it as an excuse to put some distance between him and Janet. Ah hello, ma'am. Thank you for having me. Well, aren't you a charmer? You don't see manners like fat out here Often she murmured as he shook her hand. If she swooned, I would lose it. Lark Lynn, How did you meet such a nice gentleman? He's a detective grand, as in investigating the leg and the arm. In fact, the whole body Have you found the body yet? I asked him, Lachlan, we don't mention such things in public. Grand chided me that she encouraged Captain into the house. They left Janet behind his grand, took her spot beside him and showed off her house. I would argue, but I can see her point. No born body references. I defended myself to Janet, who just looked up at me and rolled her eyes. Jen and I trail grand and broken. Grant had an older home built when the town was founded in the 19 fifties. It was a cottage style like mine. But whereas mine was small, compact and comfortable, hers was large two stories with an addict. I had a warm, elegant term, and she loved to use it to entertain, which showed the easy flow would one room to another and the large kitchen that could easily fit four cooks, making the house an ideal meeting place for when she held the sewing circle gatherings, which she did more than her fair share. I couldn't recall how many times I would come to pick up Haley to find four women, each with her own specialty, arguing over their section of the kitchen, even though they always ended up in the same spot. Anyways, Gran would use the oven, making her famous Mac and cheese with bread crumbs. Benny's wife, Alice, or claimed the island for the dish of the week, and Sally Mae and Gladys would portion off the leftover counter spaces for their food. Brecken listened, responding as Grand let him from spot to spot, stopping for too long at the family photos. I closed my eyes trying to remember what photos were there, but it had been too long since I had noticed. Then I never brought people over who cared? Lesson learned. Aunt Helen and Uncle Flynn stood up from where they were waiting in the living room and walked over. Uncle Flynn stopped on his way, snagging two beers for Jenna and me lark. Why didn't you tell me you were bringing up away? And Helen asked when they got close enough to talk without being overheard by grand and broken. I didn't. I kidnapped a detective when he insisted on questioning me tonight instead of tomorrow morning like I told him to. Yeah, Channa interrupted. We need to talk about you withholding the fact that Captain America was investigating you. What's so to tell? He's here because the victim was his cousin. For some reason, he thought I was the missing link. Which now that I thought about it. I have been correct also. Now that she was using the nickname as well, it seemed less special. Maybe I should start calling him by his name instead. Nickname officially retired. Is he single? I mean, I didn't see a ring, but you never know. These days, Jana asked drowning out her mother, who closed her mouth and rolled her eyes at her daughter. Yes, he is single. I answered by habit and then cringed. Son of a donkey. So you already asked home. I'll back off if you're interested. You aren't getting any younger and your pickings are slim. Janet looked over at him and pierced her lips. Okay, Maybe I will try less aggressively. When they're that cute. You have to at least try. Thanks, I said, with my own eye roll I can feel the love. She clinked her beers together with no effort for me my best girl win, she said, before drowning the rest of her beer and strolling over two grand and broken with a seductive smile. Doesn't that bother you? I asked Aunt Helen thinking of how I lived in fear of my daughter acting like, Well, Janet, I love my cousin. And she was an amazing interior decorator. But she was also a horrible judge of character, a flake and someone who may terrible life decisions. All of which were how she got stuck back at home at 25 redoing the summer homes of barrels, bays rich instead of in San Francisco, where she had started. Then again, so was I. Only I had a divorce under my belt on a child glass houses and stones came to mind. Yes, but she's an adult, and if she wants to act like a *****, she can. And Helen raised her voice so that Janet could hear her across the room. It worked as she forgot Brecken when she turned to address her mother. I do not act like a *****, she screamed back, not bothering to cross the room and argue like a reasonable human being. You sure, because flirting with your cousins. Dates certainly qualifies. My aunt fired back. Breckin and I turned bright red and unison at this, and I stumbled to interrupt. He's not. We're not. She's fine, I told my aunt, hoping while already knowing it was too late. I shouldn't look at broken toe. Ask forgiveness before we got too far out of control. Did you come together in the same car? My aunt demanded. Yes, but on Lee, Because then it's a date. I don't understand why you young people have to make this so difficult. Just admit you like each other. Move on. Don't spend weeks pussyfooting around it because we don't like Please. He's gorgeous, like movie star quality. What's there not to like?