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Jeb came running out of his bedroom to where Griff was sitting on Clay’s couch, with tousled hair and a grin a mile wide, fully changed from ring bearer back to normal kid.

“Dad said I could stay with you or with Grandma, since he’s going to work,” Jeb told him. The three of them had come to Clay’s house, a couple of miles from Casey’s Kitchen, in the too quiet village of Athens. Too quiet at least from Griff’s viewpoint. He never understood why Clay seemed to like it just fine—in his eyes, they’d locked up excitement a long time ago and thrown away the key.

“He did? So which one did you choose?”

“Here, with you. We can talk about going fishing tomorrow!”

“Yeah, just don’t wear him out,” Clay said, joining them after having changed into his deputy’s uniform of a tan pullover and slacks. “He’s going to be driving back to North Carolina soon.”

“That was subtle,” Griff said, with a friendly grin to keep Jeb from sensing the underlying tension that had been between them ever since Clay had entered Casey’s Kitchen, whether Tessa had noticed it or not.

Clay didn’t respond, but since Jeb was staring back and forth between them with a puzzled look on his face, Griff decided to lighten up.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” he added.

Clay shrugged. “Yeah, well, when I saw you and the folks together at Casey’s, I figured it might be easier on all concerned if you didn’t have to stay at the farm. You were kind of stiff with each other.”

“I should have come home more often.”

“Yeah, you shoulda,” Jeb broke in, gazing up at him with something close to hero worship. “I missed you.”

“I’m surprised you remember me at all.” Griff ruffled the child’s black hair and smiled back. “I brought you something.” Lifting the suitcase by his feet onto the couch cushions, he unzipped it, took out a model of a C-130 Transport he’d bought at the base, and handed it to Jeb.

“Thanks, Uncle Griff!” If Jeb had sensed the tension in the room, the plane did the trick. He started making engine noises as he “flew” it around the living room. Clay left them for the kitchen and returned in seconds holding a beer and a soda. Standing in the doorway between the rooms, he regarded them both without any expression on his face, still angry, Griff figured, at what he’d pulled earlier.

“Look, Dad! I’m a pilot!”

Griff held back a smile, but a grimace flashed across Clay’s face. “Better fly crop dusters in-state, then, son. If you travel all over the world like your uncle Griff, you’ll break Tessa’s heart. She’s still going to become your stepmama, you know.”

“I’ll bring her with me!” Jeb said, filled with enthusiasm for his new career.

Griff and Clay shared a look. “Some women aren’t movable, Jeb,” Griff said, ignoring the jab to his heart Jeb’s words had innocently caused. “Take it from me.”

Clay finally moved forward and handed Griff the beer, and opened the cola for himself. “Why don’t you go show your jet to the twins?” he suggested to Jeb.

“Okay.” Jeb hurried over to Griff. “I’m just going across the street. Will you be here when I get back?”

“I’m going to stay with you while your dad works tonight, remember? So I’ll be here at least overnight,” Griff promised. Out of the corner of his gaze, he saw Clay’s face darken. Good thing Jeb’s attention was totally on him.

“Oh, yeah. When I get back, I’ll show you all my favorite trucks, and my rock collection, and—” Jeb leaned close to whisper in Griff’s ear “—the frog I have in my room that Dad doesn’t know about.”

“That’s a plan,” he said solemnly. Maybe he’d put the frog in Clay’s bed tonight, remind his brother what fun was. Watching Jeb hurrying through the front door and letting the screen door bang shut behind him, Griff finally let himself grin again. The kid was irresistible. He did regret not coming more often to visit him, but visits with Clay, his wife and Jeb had always reminded him of what he could have had with Tessa—a family of his own by now, if she’d been the movable kind.

“What’s with you, Griff?” Clay asked, a steely edge to his voice Griff hadn’t ever heard before. “First you try to steal my bride, now my kid? He’s taken to you like burrs to socks.”

“Can Tessa be stolen that easily?” Griff remembered Clay’s words in the restaurant about “stealing” Tessa away, right before he’d decided not to argue there. Looked like they were finally going to get into it. “If she can, maybe you two ought not to be getting married.”

Clay gave him a dark look, then turned away to pace to the window and back again. “She’s going to marry me as soon as you leave,” he said, his voice gruff, “so you’d probably be better off just visiting for a bit, then going, and saving her—” Abruptly he stopped himself from saying more by taking a swig from his can.

“Saving her what?” Griff asked.

“Nothing. It’s just,” Clay continued, “that Tessa is over you. She wants to get on with her life. I’d hate to see her upset because you’re back here. Any more upset than you’ve already made her, anyway.”

“But you two shouldn’t be getting married. You don’t love each other—”

“Did I say that?” Clay interrupted, his face tightening just like it used to when they were kids before he would sock Griff in the gut over something. “Did she?”

“Neither of you will say you do,” Griff pointed out, tensing up, “which makes me suspicious.”

“Neither of us has to say it, because our getting married is none of your business, Griff.”

“Someone must think it is, or they wouldn’t have sent me the e-mail.”

Clay finally sank down in the chair across from the sofa, having said a lot more than Griff remembered him ever saying at one time. He figured it must finally be his turn to talk.

“You two will make each other miserable if you aren’t in love. Hell, Janie was in love with me, and I still made her miserable because I wasn’t in love—”

“I told you,” Clay said, rising, “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“I’m only thinking of Tessa’s best interests—”

“Too damned late for that, don’t you think?”

“It won’t be too late until you have a ring on her finger.” Griff rose, too, glaring back.

“I told you, this is none of your damned—”

“You two stop that, and right now!”

Griff’s eyes flew to the screen door, through which Tessa was entering, and, not wanting to have her see how much physical energy he was putting into fighting to keep her single, he willed himself to calm down. She had changed into jeans and a delicate pink T-shirt with those thin, spaghetti straps for sleeves, and brushed her hair out so that it fell in loose, crinkly waves over her shoulders. She was a slightly older version of the teenage Tessa he’d left behind, and Griff had never wanted her more.

He quickly shoved his desire back down, knowing full well that he still couldn’t give her the happiness she wanted. But an aching emptiness remained in his chest, the same feeling he got every time he came back to Claiborne Landing and saw Tessa. Or maybe he lived with it, and kept himself so busy he never had time to think about it. He wasn’t sure anymore.

She stood there, frowning at them both. “Tell me you aren’t fighting with Jeb in the house.”

“He’s across the street with his friends,” Clay said.

“Good.” She put her hands on her hips, and Griff forced himself to pay attention to what she was saying instead of how great she looked. “I came over to tell you two your mom and dad called me. Since we’re not getting married, Clay, they’re changing the wedding celebration they were going to have for us next Saturday to a community get-together in Griff’s honor.”