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He slid a little closer to Traci. “The twins just don’t have anyone like that anymore. I’ve no family to speak of.”

“Are you an only child?” she asked.

He sighed. “That’s me. The lone wolf.”

Wolf was right, Traci mused. Feminine perspective, indeed. She would like to give him a new slant on the feminine perspective—if only being close to him didn’t do such odd things to her.

Traci stood and moved to the window, as if freshly concerned about the storm, which she had somehow all but forgotten. No sooner was she on her feet, however, when the allclear siren blew. She whirled, giving Wyatt a relieved look—and caught him staring at her. He flashed her an innocent grin.

“Guess those prayers of yours worked,” he said, smiling brightly.

Traci pursed her lips to cover her surprise. “Prayers usually do.” And noted that her reply made his smile fade.