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“He’s so-o-o terrific.”

Megan O’Bannon looked at her seven-year-old daughter and sighed. “Yes, he’s very attractive.”

Kara turned a page of the magazine she’d mooned over for the past week. Specifically, the article about the man she’d mooned over—Tyler O’Bannon, a self-made millionaire with more sizzle than the sexiest movie star. “And he’s really related to me?”

“Your father was Tyler’s third cousin a few times removed or something. It’s a distant relationship—he’s never been that close to the family.”

“You know, Mom, he might come to the reunion if we invite him. He lives in San Francisco, so it’s only a few hours’ drive.”

Megan rubbed her aching forehead. For the past week she’d been planning the O’Bannon reunion, held every three years. The bed and breakfast inn she’d started after her husband’s death was the per fect location for the reunion, but things were getting complicated with all this talk about Tyler O’Bannon.

Long-ago memories floated through Megan’s head and she closed her eyes. She’d first met Tyler at her engagement party, and something in his dark gaze had made her uncomfortably aware of him…as a man. For a while, Tyler had attended most of the family gatherings, always watching, seeming to disapprove of her. Then he’d just stopped coming.

“Why doesn’t he come to any of the family stuff?” Kara asked. “Didn’t he used to live with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Megan shrugged. “For a few months. They learned his parents had died and he’d been raised in a group home up north. They brought him to California just before he turned eighteen. But he never really accepted the family.”

Kara sighed. “We have to invite him, Mom. He never had kids, so he must be lonely.” Her tone made it sound like Tyler was over the hill, instead of a healthy thirty-four years.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Megan glanced over her daughter’s shoulder at the magazine, and a familiar quiver went through her stomach. The article was titled, “The Sexiest Man in America.” And it was right. Even after her lousy marriage and her vow to avoid men, she still got goose bumps when she thought about Tyler O’Bannon.

“Uh…” Kara hesitated. “Grandma Eleanor really wants him to come to the reunion, Mom. And she hasn’t been feeling well. It would make her happy.”

“Fine, I’ll invite him.” Megan knew she was being manipulated, yet she couldn’t refuse this last argument. She ignored her daughter’s jubilation and pulled out some stationary. It had been so long, she couldn’t imagine Tyler showing up. But at least it would please Kara and her great-grandmother.