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Family are the people who know everything about you and are willing to comment on everything even if it’s not their business.

—Ben’s Laws of Life

“Do you need to call your boss? Maybe some friends to let them know you’re okay?”

Ben stood in the living room watching the way the little girl, Katie, clung to her mom as her mom hung up the phone from the insurance company and then dialed Katie’s school. She had said those were the two calls she had to make. He thought it was strange that she didn’t call friends or a boss. They looked so odd standing there in his kitchen, covered with soot, dirtying his phone. The child clung to the mother and the grimy teddy bear clutched to her chest with equal desperation.

He wondered what the two saw in his house. Trying to see it through their eyes, he noted the stark wood furniture with the brown cushions. A large tan rug covered part of the polished wooden floor in the lower section of the living room where he stood.

Various pads and pencils were tossed on the coffee table and end tables. The shelf over the fireplace was empty except for a few gifts his sister had gotten him—mugs, a picture of her, her husband and two kids.

There were no knickknacks or crocheted table covers like his grandmother had had sprinkled all over her house. He had some in a box somewhere that he’d gotten when Grandma Betsy had died, but he’d never bothered to unpack them.

He hadn’t understood their use—until now. The house looked sort of bare without such things.

“No. I mean, there’s the church, but then there’s not a lot they can do—except maybe clothes and food—after I figure out what I’ll need. As for friends, well…” She shrugged. “And, well, I’m my own boss, actually. I do ad campaigns for businesses. Art and things like that. Graphics. I also do Web sites.” She shrugged and replaced the phone in the cradle, which rested on the wall near the kitchen.

He was glad he tended to keep a clean—if empty—house. The kitchen had a couple of dirty dishes in the sink, but that was it. The dining room table in front of the patio doors was spotless except for a few more pads of paper.

Suddenly, he smiled triumphantly. There were place mats there—the ones his sister had bought him last Christmas.

Realizing the woman was staring at him, he said, “That’s interesting. You know, I was thinking of hiring someone to create a Web page for me and work up an ad. My business has been picking up this last year, and I wanted to focus on expanding it through the media.”

It was the truth.

It was also an invitation for her to talk. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this awkward around a woman. Seeing her there in her pink frilly pajamas… Oh man, he thought, and almost slapped his head as he realized he’d made her and her daughter continue to stand there, soot-covered, in their pajamas.

“It’s important you have an idea what you want before you get started. Perhaps I could give you some advice,” she offered.

He walked up to the second level of the house, went to the hall and started down it. “I’d like that.”

“Can you perhaps give me an idea how much the repairs might be to the house? I have insurance but I know there’s going to be some out-of-pocket expense. You do those things, so maybe you have an idea?”

He listened to her voice as he dug through his closet and found two shirts. He stopped at the linen closet and dug out towels. She sounded just as nervous as he did, he realized.

He returned to the living room and set his plunder on the table. “Tell you what,” he said, thinking to relax the woman a bit. He had a very bad feeling she was strapped for money. Maybe it was because the pajamas she wore were faded and frayed around the wrists and ankles. Or maybe it was the fact that the little kid’s gown was about three inches too short, both on the legs and arms. “Would you consider doing up a campaign for me if I waived the repair job costs?”

He’d said something wrong, he realized immediately from the way she stiffened. Lifting his hands in a conciliatory gesture, he offered, “We’ll draw up a contract. It’ll be strictly business. But as I was saying earlier, I sure could use some advice on that expansion John and I are planning.”

She hesitated then relaxed. “Let’s discuss that.”

Relieved she hadn’t taken him to task for the crazy offer, he nodded. “Sounds good.”

Rubbing at his throat, he went into the kitchen. “I hope you’ll make yourself at home. Just help yourself if you want drinks or food. I’ll warn you, I’m not the best host in the world. I’m a workaholic,” he ruefully admitted. “I plan to call my company, take a shower and then rest for a while. I’d suggest you two do the same.”

He opened the medication the doctor gave him for pain and downed two pills. He got a glass out of the cabinet next to the sink, slid it into the refrigerator door and filled it up, quickly swallowing the cold water.

At the giggle from the little kid, he turned his head, curious. “You got water out of there,” she informed him.

He blinked. “Yeah.”

“She’s never seen one of those before,” Stephanie said.

“Oh.” Shifting, he shrugged. Deciding to try to win the child’s friendship, he went to the cupboard and pulled out another glass. “You want to try?”

Her eyes lit up as if he’d offered her candy. She scampered across the room and grabbed the glass.

“Push it up against this, like so,” he said, and helped her.

“I can do it,” she informed him immediately and then pushed like he’d showed her and watched the water fill the glass—and overflow.

“Oh, dear,” Stephanie said, coming forward.

“No problem,” Ben said. “Why don’t you two go take a quick shower and I’ll wipe up the spill?”

Stephanie nodded. “Come on, Katie,” she said and slipping her hands to her daughter’s shoulders hurried her off.

Ben shook his head, found a cloth and wiped up the water running down the refrigerator.

Well, that had been an interesting almost conversation, he thought sardonically.

He hoped things eased between them or this was going to be a long few days.

He tossed the cloth into the sink, made a quick call to his office then headed for his room and the shower. It’d been a long morning, and surprisingly all he wanted to do was take a nice long cool shower and then get some shut-eye.

Unfortunately, as he was climbing out of the tub his phone kept him from doing just that. He grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms, slipped into them then snagged the phone.

“Hello?” Cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear, he tied the drawstring and listened.

“Hi, Ben, it’s me, Sunni. Are you okay?”

Ben resisted the urge to sigh. He reached for a comb and quickly ran it through his hair be fore dropping to the bed next to him. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?” He lay the comb on the bedside table.

Of course, he knew why she was asking about him. He should have known she’d have heard by now, especially the way word traveled in small towns, but he just hadn’t had time to think. No excuse—well, maybe two, which were in the other room sleeping right now.

“I called your office to ask about dinner Sunday, and John said you’d nearly been killed in a fire. Why didn’t you call me? I nearly fainted dead away over what John said!”

His sister tended to exaggerate a bit. The utter shock and excitement in her voice told him she was hyped up over this. He hadn’t meant to upset her so. Working to calm her down, he reassured her. “It’s okay, Sunni. My neighbor’s house caught fire. She, her daughter and I are fine.”

He didn’t want to say he’d gone inside if she didn’t know.

“You went in after them.”

Oh, well. So much for her not knowing that. He was really in for it now. She took a breath, not waiting for him to answer, and continued with her tirade.

“Are you crazy? Ben, that’s what firemen are trained to do, not citizens. I mean…” She paused.

He heard her take a deep breath. “You’re my only brother. I could have lost you.”

At the waver in her voice, he realized she was going to cry. Worried at that sound, the one sound that could cripple him, that sound that would bring any man to his knees, he knew he had to divert her, and quick. “Annie and her daughter are staying here. Katie is five, about Ronnie’s size,” he said.

“Veronica is six.”

“I know, but when I saw Katie I thought of Ronnie.”

“You and that infernal nickname,” Sunni muttered, no longer sounding in tears but put out with him. Relieved, he relaxed a bit.

“I wondered if you—”

“Wait a minute.”

He paused. “What?”

“You have a woman and child staying with you?”

She’d gone from crying to incredulous in under thirty seconds. That was his Sunni. “Yeah. They couldn’t very well stay in their house until they knew how bad the damage was. The doctor wanted to give them some medicine to help them rest and they would have had to stay in the hospital otherwise.”

“Doesn’t she have friends?”

Ben paused, stumped. “To be honest, I don’t know. She was in shock over her house. I was there. I offered.”

“She cried, didn’t she?”

Ben scowled at the phone. “I’m her neighbor,” he informed his nosy sister. “It was the right thing to do.”

“Well, that’s nice, Ben. I’m sure it is. But if they’re staying there… I mean, what are they doing about toiletries and clothes and—”

“Do you have any old clothes that Katie could borrow until tomorrow when we can go over to her house? I know it’s asking a lot, but—”

“No, it’s not. I’ll go through Veronica’s stuff and come right—”

“Over this evening.” He cut in, trying to slow his sister down. He’d diverted her into her helping mode. He usually shunned that mode of Sunni’s, but considering the alternative, he felt this was a great distraction.

“I’ll bring supper. David is offshore, working, and won’t be back for a few more days so I’d love to bring food over to eat. I hope you don’t mind. I mean, I know you’re not used to cooking for more than yourself.”

Ben realized his sister was right. A yawn caught him off guard. “Yeah. That sounds good, sis. Listen, I took some medication the doctor gave me and it’s kicking in. Can we discuss this around six o’clock tonight?”

“I’ll be there. And Ben?”

“Yeah?” he asked, shoving the covers back and reseating himself.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me, too, sis.”

“I love you.”

“You too.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

He cradled the phone in its place and slipped under the covers. Talking with his sister was like a roller coaster ride of emotions. She was a very energetic person who cared deeply about him.

Raised by their elderly grandmother, he and Sunni shared a special relationship.

Being dropped off that day together, all alone, with just a suitcase of clothes had forced them to share a tighter bond than most siblings.

He should have called her first thing after he got home.

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to do so.

Shaking his head, he allowed himself to relax, promising he’d make it up to her later tonight—when she came over for supper.