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Jazmine had her nose pressed against the living room window early on Sunday afternoon, waiting for her uncle Adam. He’d phoned the previous Monday, promising to take her out for the day. He’d mentioned the Museum of Glass in Tacoma, where there was a large Dale Chihuly exhibit.

Shana was almost as eager to see the lieutenant commander as her niece was, but for distinctly different reasons. She had a thing or two she wanted to say; he didn’t know it yet, but the lieutenant commander was about to get an earful. How dare he suggest she needed a man! Every time she thought about it, her irritation grew—until she realized she couldn’t keep quiet for even one more day.

At twelve-forty-seven precisely, Jazmine dashed away from the window and announced, “He’s here!”

“Good.” Shana resisted the urge to race outside and confront him then and there. She’d need to bide her time. She’d waited this long—ten whole days. What was another five minutes?

Jazmine held the screen door open, swinging it wide in welcome. “You aren’t late or anything,” she boasted so eagerly it was endearing.

“Hiya, kiddo,” Adam greeted Jazmine and gave her a big hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“You, too! It didn’t seem like Sunday would ever get here.”

Shana stepped forward, saying, “Hello, Adam,” in cool, level tones.

He grinned boyishly and for an instant Shana faltered. But no, she wasn’t about to let him dazzle her with one of his smiles. Not this time. Her defenses were up. As far as she was concerned, he had some serious explaining to do. Still, she had to admit this guy was gorgeous. Well, gorgeous might be a slight exaggeration, but with those broad shoulders and the way his T-shirt fit snugly across his chest, she couldn’t very well ignore the obvious. His arm was out of the sling now.

“You’d better grab a sweater,” Shana suggested and Jazmine instantly flew out of the room, eager to comply so they could leave.

This was the minute Shana had been waiting for. “It’s time you and I had a little talk,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Sure,” he said with another of those easy grins.

Again she faltered, nearly swayed by his smile, but the effect didn’t last. “I want you to know I didn’t appreciate the comment you made about me being—and I quote—‘the kind of woman who needs a man.’”

To his credit, his gaze didn’t waver. “Jazmine told you that, did she?”

So it was true. “As a matter of fact, Jazmine has repeated it any number of times.”

“I see.” He glanced toward the bedroom door; Jazmine hadn’t come out yet.

Shana sincerely hoped she’d embarrassed him. He deserved it. “I don’t know where you get off making comments like that but I have a few things to say to you.”

“Go right ahead.” He gestured as though granting her permission to speak. That must be how it was in the military, she thought. These officers seemed to think they could say and do whatever they pleased—and they got to boss other people around. Well, Shana wasn’t military and she felt no restraint in speaking her mind. And she refused to call this guy by his title. He wasn’t her commander.

“Are you married, Mr. Kennedy?” She already knew the answer and didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. “I believe not. Does being single make you feel in any way incomplete?” Again he wasn’t allowed to answer. “I thought not. This might come as a shock to you, but I am perfectly content with my life as it is. In other words, I don’t need a man and your insinuating that I do is an insult.”

“Shana—”

“I’m not finished yet.” She held up her hand, cutting him off because she was just getting started. Before he left, she expected a full apology from Adam Kennedy.

“By all means continue,” he said, his pose relaxed.

His attitude annoyed her. He acted as though he was indulging her, which Shana found condescending. “Since you’re single you must want a woman in your life.” She gave him the once-over. “In fact, you look like a man who needs a woman.”

To her horror, Adam simply laughed.

“I was trying to make a point here,” Shana said in as dignified a tone as she could manage.

“I know,” he said and made an attempt to stifle his humor.

That only served to irritate her further. “Never mind. I can see my opinion is of little interest to you.”

Suddenly they both turned to see Jazmine, who stood rooted in the bedroom doorway, a sweatshirt draped over her arm. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut, right?” she murmured apologetically. “I’m afraid Aunt Shana might’ve taken what you said the wrong way.”

“So I gathered.” He looked down, but Shana saw that the corners of his mouth quivered.

“Shana’s right, you know,” Jazmine stated for Adam’s benefit, as she moved toward them. “You do need someone special in your life.”

Adam’s smile disappeared.

Aha! She wondered how he’d feel being on the other side.

“Jazmine took your comments to heart,” Shana primly informed him. “She tried to match me up with a divorced father of two.”

Adam’s gaze shot to Jazmine.

“Well…It didn’t work out—but I’d be a good matchmaker.”

As far as Shana could tell, Jazmine was completely serious. That had to stop. She certainly didn’t need her niece dragging eligible bachelors into the pizza kitchen every chance she got.

“He might’ve been interested, too,” Jazmine added. “He seemed really nice.”

“I don’t need anyone’s help, thank you very much,” Shana insisted.

“Hold on,” Adam said, glancing from one to the other. He motioned at Jazmine. “Go back to the beginning because I think I missed something.”

“I found out he was single and I told him my aunt was, too, but that was all I did. She wouldn’t let me introduce her.”

“This is entirely your fault.” Shana felt it was important that Adam understand it was his comment that had begun this whole awkward situation.

“You’re finished with Brad,” Jazmine reminded her. She turned to Adam and added, “He’s the guy previously known as the-man-I-used-to-date. Sort of like Prince. That’s what Mom said, anyway.”

Adam burst out laughing.

“There is a point to this, isn’t there?” Shana asked her niece.

Jazmine nodded and threw one fist in the air. “Get out there, Aunt Shana! Live a little.”

Adam laughed even more.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” Shana muttered. He wouldn’t find it nearly as funny when Jazmine was busy selling his attractions to single women in the museum.

“I’m sorry.” But he didn’t look it. For her niece’s sake, she resisted rolling her eyes.

“I think it’s time we cleared up this misunderstanding,” he said and gestured toward the sofa. “Why don’t we all sit down for a moment?”

Shana didn’t take a seat until Adam and Jazmine had already made themselves comfortable on the sofa.

To her chagrin, Adam smiled patiently as if explaining the situation to a child. “I’m afraid Jazmine read more into my comment than I intended,” he began. “What I said was that some women seem to need a man in their lives. I wasn’t talking about you. Although, of course, any man in his right mind would be attracted to you. You’re a beautiful woman.”

“Oh.” It would be convenient if Shana could magically disappear about now, but that was not to be. “I see. Well, in that case, I won’t hold you up any longer.” She sprang to her feet, eager to get them both out the door before she dissolved into a puddle at his feet. “I—that’s a very nice thing to say…” She stared at her watch.

Adam took the hint and stood, and Jazmine rose with him. “Is there any special time you want her back this evening?” he asked.

“No…anytime is fine,” she said, then quickly reconsidered. “On second thought, Jazmine has school tomorrow so she shouldn’t be out too late.”

“I’ll have her here by seven.”

“Thank you.” Shana waited by the door as they left, her heart going a little crazy as she tried to regain her composure.

“Bye, Aunt Shana.”

“Bye.”

She closed the door. She’d hoped to put the mighty naval officer in his place and all she’d managed to do was amuse him. Depressed, Shana sank into the closest chair and hid her face in her hands—until she realized something. For the first time since Jazmine had arrived, she’d called her Aunt Shana. Twice.

Apparently her status had been sufficiently elevated that the nine-year-old was no longer ashamed to be related to her. That, at least, was progress.

Adam waited until they’d almost reached Tacoma before he mentioned the scene at Shana’s. Jazmine had barely said a word from the moment they’d left. Now and then she glanced in his direction, as if she was afraid he was upset, but really he had no one to blame but himself. He did know women who were lost without a relationship, although he didn’t think Shana was like that. Intentionally or not, Jazz had misunderstood his remark and used it for her own purposes.

“You really did it this time,” he murmured.

“Are you mad?”

“No, but your aunt was.”

“I know, but don’t you be mad, okay?”

“I shouldn’t have said anything. You and I should not have been discussing male-female relationships.”

“Did you mean what you said about my aunt being beautiful and all that?”

“Yes.” This was only the second time he’d seen Shana; again, he’d come away wanting to know her better. He might have ruined any chance of that, but he hoped not. When he’d started out from Everett, he’d considered inviting Shana to join them. But it hadn’t taken him long to decide that today probably wasn’t opportune.

“What I told your aunt is the truth. She is a beautiful woman,” he said casually as he headed south on the interstate.

“She likes you.”

Adam chuckled.

“No, I’m serious. She’s got the hots for you. I can tell.”

“I don’t think so.” Back to reality. Shana might be attracted to him, but she’d never admit that now.

“I know so!”

“Jazmine, listen…”

“Okay, but can I say what I want to first?”

Apparently she was taking lessons from her aunt Shana. “Fine.”

“I was thinking about what you said—about not feeling sparks with Mom. But I thought you might with Aunt Shana.”

“Jazmine, you’re far too interested in matters that are none of your concern. How do you know about this stuff, anyway? MTV?”

She groaned. “Why do adults always say things like that?”

“Because they’re true.”

“All I want is for you to marry her and be happy.”

“Uh…”

“Has the cat got your tongue?” Jazmine teased. “Adults say that, too. No, really, I am serious. If you married my aunt Shana, everything would be perfect. She needs a husband and you need a wife.”

“I don’t need a wife,” he argued. “And it’s none of—”

“But you’d like to be married one day, wouldn’t you?” she broke in.

“Yes,” he said reluctantly. He’d had the very same thought just recently, but he’d credited that to feeling sorry for himself after the surgery. Granted, Shana was attractive but he didn’t need a nine-year-old playing matchmaker. Although…He smiled involuntarily. Shana appealed to him, and he was more and more inclined to pursue the relationship. On his own schedule and in his own way.

“I can help,” Jazmine offered.

“It would be best if you left this between your aunt and me. Agreed?”

After a moment, Jazmine nodded. “Agreed.”

“Good, now let’s have a wonderful day, all right?” Jazmine turned a smile of pure joy on him. “All right.”

A surprise awaited him when they arrived at the Museum of Glass. The Dale Chihuly exhibit was in the Tacoma Art Museum and Union Station, not in the nearby Museum of Glass. Jazmine and Adam took the guided walking tour of his permanent display and were awestruck by the Bridge of Glass. The five-hundred-foot pedestrian bridge linked the Tacoma waterfront to Pacific Avenue.

Originally Adam had gotten information about Chihuly over the Internet when he was researching a destination for today’s outing. Chihuly was known for his massive glass installations, but the man’s talent was even more impressive than Adam had realized. Both he and Jazmine loved his vibrant use of color and unique style. Following the walking tour, they stopped at the Museum of Glass. Adam was in for a surprise there, too. The museum was huge: it contained thirteen thousand square feet of open exhibition space. Jazmine was enthralled by the Hot Shop Amphitheater, which was the building’s most striking feature. Cone-shaped, it leaned at a seventeen-degree angle, and was ninety feet high and a hundred feet wide. The theater included a glass studio where a team of artists blew and cast glass. Afterward, Adam and Jazmine ate sandwiches in the museum café and visited the gift shop. When Adam had suggested this, it had seemed like an entertaining thing to do, but he’d quickly become caught up in the excitement and drama of watching the artists work.

By the end of the afternoon, he needed a break, and sat with a cup of coffee while Jazmine leafed through a book he’d bought her.

Before they left, Jazmine bought a postcard of the Dale Chihuly glass flowers displayed on the ceiling of a Las Vegas casino to send her mother.

“Are you ready to go back to your aunt’s?” he asked, sipping his coffee.

“I guess,” Jazmine said. “But only if you are.”

Adam recognized a trap when he saw one. If he appeared too eager, little Jazmine might suspect he wanted to see Shana again. He did, but he sure wasn’t going to admit it, especially to her.