For the first time, Gabe seemed to lose some steam. "I don't know. She's still thinking about it."

This time when Cal confronted her, he seemed more confused than angry. "If he asked you to marry him, why did you trash the drive-in?"

She started to tell him she hadn't done it, but Gabe spoke first.

"Because Rachel's heart is bigger than her brain." He curled his hand around the back of her neck and rubbed the nape with' his thumb. "She knew the drive-in wasn't good for me, but I wouldn't listen to her. Rachel is… She's pretty much a street fighter when it comes to people she cares about, and this was her own peculiar form of warfare."

For a moment she thought Gabe had decided to tell his third lie of the day, and then she realized he wasn't lying. He honestly thought she'd done it. The weasel! But just as she worked up a little righteous indignation, the gentle understanding she saw in his eyes took it right out of her. Even believing this, he was still on her side.

"Gabe! Gabe!" Edward squealed from the next room. "Gabe, you gotta see this!"

He hesitated, and she fully expected him to tell Edward to wait, but he surprised her. Spearing his brothers with another intimidating glare, he said, "Don't either of you go anywhere. I'll be right back." He turned to Jane. "Guard her from them, will you?"

"I'll do my best."

The moment he disappeared into the family room, Rachel rose from her stool. Both brothers watched her, their expressions bewildered. As Cal set Rosie down, Rachel reached inside herself for some well-deserved rage, only to find an uneasy jumble of frustration and a twisted sort of understanding. Love had a lot of faces to it, and she was looking at two of them right now. How wonderful it would be to go through life supported by these men, no matter how misguided they were.

She spoke quietly. "I don't really care whether you believe me or not, but, just to set the record straight, Gabe's wrong. I'm not the one who vandalized the drive-in. That isn't to say I wouldn't have done it just for the reason he mentioned, but the fact is, I didn't think of it." She went on, determined to clean the slate as best she could. "And Odell didn't take my shoes. Gabe threw them out the car window on the way over here."

When Cal spoke, his tone lacked its customary antagonism. "What does Gabe mean that he asked you to marry him, and you're thinking about it?"

"It means I told him no."

Ethan frowned. "You're not going to marry him?" "You know I can't. Gabe's a soft touch. He cares about me, and that makes him protective. I guess it's a Bonner family trait." She cleared her throat, forced out the words. "Getting married is the only way he can think of to keep me out of trouble. But he doesn't love me."

"And you love him, don't you?" Ethan said gently. "Yeah." She nodded. Tried to smile. "A lot." To her dismay, her eyes filled with tears. "He thinks I'm tough, but I'm not tough enough to spend the rest of my life wanting what I can't have, and that's why I can't marry him."

Her toes tickled, and she looked down to see that Rosie had discovered them. Glad of the distraction, she dropped onto the black marble floor and sat cross-legged so the baby could crawl into her lap.

A sound came from Cal that was part sigh, part groan. "We screwed up big-time."

"We!" Ethan retorted, just as Gabe reappeared from the family room. "I wouldn't have had her thrown in jail! And I wouldn't have bribed her, either, Mr. Big Shot Billionaire!"

"I'm not a billionaire!" Cal exclaimed. "And if you had my kind of money, you would have done exactly the same thing!"

"Children, children," Jane admonished. And then, without warning, her hand flew to her mouth and she burst out in laughter. "Oh, my goodness!" They all stared at her.

"I'm sorry, but it just hit me…" She calmed herself, then began laughing again.

Cal frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I-Oh, dear…" She whipped a tissue from a box on the counter and dabbed her eyes. "I forgot all about it till now. We got the strangest note in the mail yesterday afternoon. I was going to ask you what it meant, but then I started thinking about Bose-Einstein condensates. BEC atoms," she added, as if that explained it all, "and you brought Chip home with you, and it slipped my mind until now."

Cal regarded her with the patience of a man long accustomed to living with a woman obsessed with things like Bose-Einstein condensates. "What slipped your mind?"

Jane chuckled, then walked over to to a small pile of mail lying on the counter space next to the pantry. "This note. It's from Lisa Scudder. You remember. She's the mother of the little girl Emily who has leukemia. We made a contribution to her medical fund last fall, but she acknowledged that months ago, so I was confused." Jane started laughing again, and all three Bonner brothers frowned. They clearly saw nothing funny about a child with leukemia.

Rachel, however, was very much afraid she understood the reason for Jane's sudden burst of merriment. Why hadn't Lisa waited as she'd asked?

She grabbed Rosie and hopped up from the floor. "I think it's time I got Edward home." She thrust the baby toward Ethan. "Gabe, would you mind driving-"

"Sit!" Jane commanded, pointing toward the floor.

Rachel accepted the inevitable and sat.

Rosie let out a squeal and reached for her. Ethan put her back down, and the baby promptly returned to Rachel's lap where she busied herself playing with the buttons on the front of Rachel's dress. In the meantime, Jane started laughing all over again, and Ethan couldn't stand it any longer.

"Really, Jane. If you saw how sick that little girl is, I don't think you'd be laughing."

Jane immediately sobered. "Oh, it's not that…" Another giggle slipped out, followed by more laughter. "It's just that Rachel… Oh, Rachel." She gasped for air. "We got a thank-you note from Lisa Scudder. Rachel gave Cal's blood money to Emily's Fund!"

All three men stared at her. Cal glared. "What are you talking about?"

"Your twenty-five thousand pieces of silver! Rachel didn't keep it. She gave it all away!"

Gabe looked down at Rachel. He seemed confused, like someone who'd just heard the earth was round instead of square. "You didn't keep any of it?"

"Cal really made me mad," Rachel explained.

"I see."

She retrieved her hair from Rosie's mouth. "I asked Lisa to wait until I left town before she sent the note. I guess she forgot." She gazed at Cal, who still had his head bent over the note. "The check's postdated. She can't deposit it until tomorrow."

Quiet fell over the group. One by one, they all looked at Cal.

He finally raised his head and shrugged. Then he turned to Gabe. "I don't know how you're going to do it, bro, but you'd better come up with a foolproof way to keep her off that Greyhound tomorrow." He jerked his head toward Rachel's bare feet. "That was a good start."

"I'm glad you approve," Gabe said dryly.

Cal turned toward the family room. "Hey, Chip! Could you come in here for a minute?"

Rachel jumped up with Rosie in her arms. "Cal Bonner, I swear, if you say anything to my son about…"

Edward appeared. "Yes?"

Rosie chose that moment to give Rachel a wet kiss on her chin. Rachel glowered at Cal and patted Rosie's diapered bottom. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Cal ruffled Edward's hair "Chip, your mom and Gabe have some stuff they need to talk about. It's good stuff, not bad, so you don't have to worry. But the thing is, they need to be alone to do it, so do you think you could hang around here for a while longer? What do you say? The two of us can throw the football, and I'll bet Aunt Jane would love to boot up that computer of hers and show you a few more planets."

Aunt Jane? Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "I really don't think-"

"Great idea!" Ethan exclaimed. "What do you think, Chip?"

"Is it okay, Mommy?"

Only Rachel heard Gabe's soft whisper. "If you say no, my big brother's gonna beat you up."

She didn't want to be alone with Gabe and his Boy Scout's sense of duty. She needed honest love, not sacrifice. And after loving Cherry Bonner, how could he love someone as flawed as she was? She'd wanted so very much to protect herself from a long good-bye, but now it was being forced on her.

She glanced around the room, searching for an ally, but her most likely one now looked vague, as if she'd tumbled back into the world of subatomic particles. The little munchkin in Rachel's arms was adorable, but entirely useless in this situation. Her son had computers and football on his mind. And that left the Bonner brothers.

Her gaze flew from Cal's face to Ethan's and back again. What she saw there made her stomach sink. It had been bad enough to have these men regard her as Gabe's enemy, but now they seemed to have decided she was good for their brother. She shuddered as she contemplated where that might lead them.

"It's fine with your mother," Ethan said.

"She doesn't mind one bit if you stay here," Cal added.

Only Gabe paid any attention to her wishes. "It is all right, isn't it?"

She couldn't say no without looking like an ogre, so she nodded.

"Yippee!" he squealed. "Rosie, I get to stay!"

Rosie celebrated by slapping Rachel's cheeks with her small wet hands.

Gabe began to steer her toward the door, only to have Jane finally come out of her trance. "Rachel, would you like to borrow some shoes? I think I have a pair of sandals that-"

"She won't need them," Gabe said.

They reached the front door, and Cal shot forward. "Rachel?"

She stiffened, determined to throw every word of his sniveling apology right back in his face.

But instead of apologizing, he gave her a lady-killer grin that made her understand exactly how a brilliant woman like Jane could have fallen in love with someone so bullheaded.

"I know you hate my guts, and it'll probably take you a lifetime to forgive me, but…" He scratched his chin. "Could I please have Rosie back?"

25

Gabe turned off the shower in the cottage, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried himself. He couldn't blow this. No matter what, he had to knock some sense into that sweet stubborn head of hers. His life depended on it.

Wrapping the towel around his hips, he stepped out into the hallway. "Rach?"

No answer.

Panic raced through him. She'd suggested he take his shower first. What if she'd been trying to get rid of him so she could fetch Chip and leave town?

He flew down the hallway, poked his nose into Chip's bedroom and his own, then into hers.

She hadn't gone anywhere. Instead, she'd fallen asleep on top of the quilt, her wrinkled dress bunched around her legs, grubby toes peeking out.

His shoulders slumped with relief. He smiled, got dressed, and spent much of the afternoon just sitting next to her bed and watching her sleep. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

Three hours later, she finally stirred, but he wasn't there because he'd gone out to check on Tweety Bird. It was a good thing.

"Rach! Rachel, wake up! I need you!"

"We should have told them we got M-A-R-R-I-E-D." Kristy spelled out the word as she gazed across the interior of Jane's Range Rover at her new husband. "But they looked too frazzled to handle any more drama. I still can't believe Cal threw Rachel into jail."

"What I can't believe is that we offered to baby-sit these two little imps when we haven't even been M-A-R-R-I-E-D for a full day."

He glanced in the rearview mirror at Rosie and Chip. While Chip inspected a scab on his elbow, Rosie chewed contentedly on Horse's paw. They had borrowed the Range Rover because it was easier than moving Rosie's car seat. Now both children were sandy from their afternoon outing at the park.

"Cal and Jane have had them all morning," Kristy pointed out, "and we only took them for an hour."

He turned into the lane that led to the top of Heartache Mountain. "It's our honeymoon, for pete's sake. We should be making a baby of our own."

Kristy smiled. "I can't wait. But Cal and Jane needed a break. Today has been hard on everybody."

"Speaking of hard…"

"Ethan Bonner!"

"Don't you try to act all coy with me, Mrs. Bonner. I've seen your true colors."

"You want to see them again?"

He burst out laughing.

"Why'd you call Kristy 'Mrs. Bonner'?" Chip piped up from the backseat.

Ethan and Kristy exchanged guilty glances, then Ethan tilted his head toward the back while he kept his eyes on the road. "I'm glad you asked that, Chip. As a matter of fact, we want you to be the first to know… Kristy and I got married yesterday."