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Alex’s gaze lingered on the heavy oil portrait of his grandfather that hung over the dining-room fireplace. “Sometimes I find that hard to believe.”

His words were so quiet, he almost seemed to be speaking to himself. Paula wanted to argue, but instinctively she knew it wouldn’t do any good. She’d been wrong. It wasn’t his house, not in the way she understood those words. It was the Caine mansion, and right now Alex looked as if that were a heavy burden.

She frowned down at the folder in her hand. “I’ll get started on this.”

Alex turned toward her, seeming to shake off the clouds that surrounded him. “Thank you.”

“For what? It’s my job.” It was hard to sound casual when her heart clenched at his closeness.

“For being here. For helping me. I’m glad you’re back.”