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“I should never have opened his art book,” Janie muttered.

“But you did,” Rafe said, “so now we’ll deal with it.” He smiled, trying to communicate that she wasn’t alone, that he’d do his job, take care of her.

Then she gave him a glare that almost stopped him in his tracks. He was used to people being grateful, looking up to him, believing him, wanting to be taken care of, trusting him. Janie Vincent didn’t trust him.

Before he was quite ready, she stood, practically tapping her foot in impatience. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

“You want me to stay, Janie?” her sister asked.

“No, you go on back to work. I’ll find—”

“I’ll make sure she gets home,” Rafe asserted.

Janie’s eyes narrowed. For some reason, Miss Vincent didn’t appreciate his offer. And that made no sense at all.