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happiness. His brother, once hard and bitter, seeped in the nightmares of the past, had eased under
Marly s loving and her acceptance. As they all had in some ways.
It was the same for Brock. Sarah eased his demons as well. She healed him with love and soothed him
with laughter, and though Sam never felt left out, he still felt apart.
Chapter Eight
Heather knew when she saw the trio step from the back of the limo what had happened during the ride
from the hospital. She watched Sam s expression carefully, seeing an easing of the tension that had been
growing during his hospital stay. His eyes weren t cold and hard, his face wasn t still and dangerous. He
looked ready to cause mischief again, until he saw her.
She watched as the animation in his face stilled. Sadness flashed in his eyes, and regret. But no guilt. Of
course, there was no reason for guilt. They weren t lovers, they weren t even friends anymore. Despite
the sexual heat building between them, he hadn t touched her since before the attack nearly two months
earlier. Hadn t touched her, and he appeared in no hurry to do so. But he did touch his brothers women.
Jealousy raged through her system. Her fingers curled with the need to rage at him. Her chest ached with
the tears she refused to shed.
 You can t change him, Heather. Tara stepped behind her, watching as the trio talked after getting out
of the limo.
 I didn t say I wanted to,Tara , she said softly. She knew she did though. She wanted him, heart, body
and soul, the same way he could have her, if he would accept it.
Taradidn t reply as the three made their way to the porch. They were flanked by the two bodyguards
who rode in the limo, their weapons carried in readiness.
 I m getting sick of this,Tara , Cade bit out as the door closed behind them.  I have a damned ranch to
run.
Tarasighed as Heather watched Sam glance around the house. There was little privacy now within the
huge ranch house.
 We re working on it, Cade, Tara promised him, her voice firm though not in the least conciliatory.
 Rick should be back tonight with the information he went after, so hopefully, we ll have answers soon.
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 I m going upstairs. Sam s voice broke through the beginnings of yet another heated argument over the
safeguards in place around the ranch and the August family.
Heather knew they were all beginning to chafe under the restrictions, and the stress of waiting on a
damned phantom that struck when they least expected it.
 Not yet, Sam. Heather watched asTara went to block him.
 Stop. The barely leashed violence in Sam s tone stopped her in her tracks.
Heather watched in surprise as Sam s expression hardened, his eyes turning cold and bleak.
 Sam, I need to know what the hell happened, Tara argued.
 Then call the sheriff, he growled, moving past her.  I need a shower and a fucking nap. Not a bunch of
questions that I ve answered already.
He stalked past her. As her sister went to stop him again, Heather laid her hand on the other woman s
arm warningly.  Let him go,Tara . Now is the wrong time.
Taraturned on them, her gaze going to Cade rather than Heather.
 How the hellam I supposed to protect his ass? she bit out.  He wanders around at all hours of the
night, refuses to take the bodyguards with him, and refuses to answer questions. Where does that leave
us, Cade?
They were all worried about Sam. The past months, the dark anger barely glimpsed in his gray blue eyes
was growing. He was tenser than ever before, angrier.
Cade turned to Heather, his gray eyes swirling with concern and rage.
 You re the only one that can stop this, Heather.
Heather s eyes widened. How the hell was she supposed to stop any of it?
 Goddammit, Cade, Tara snapped out then, her voice raising.  Don t try to pull her into this mess.
 It s her decision,Tara , he growled furiously.  Stop playing nursemaid to her, it won t help anything.
 And fucking the August men in some glorified orgy will? Her voice was raising, anger surging through
it.
 Dammit,Tara , shut the hell up, Heather snapped out, moving between the two combatants.  It s not
up to any of you, it s up to Sam and me, and he doesn t want me here. So the question is not debatable.
Cade s head snapped around, his eyes penetrating, filled with cynical derision.  Are you insane,
Heather? There s nothing Sam wants more in this world than he wants you. Don t play the fool at this late
date.
Heather took a deep, steadying breath.  He s damned good at denial then. But still, that s beside the
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point. She looked at Marly, seeing the glimmer of humor in the other woman s eyes, the way she
watched Cade and Tara as though they were children, arguing over a prized toy. The woman never
ceased to amaze her.
 Heather s right, Marly said firmly, placing her hand on Cade s muscular arm.  Sam has to work this
out for himself, and so does Heather. All the arguing in the world won t change that, Cade.
He swiped his fingers through his thick black hair.  Dammit, Marly, he s going to get himself killed.
The dark fear that pulsed in Cade s voice seemed to fill the entire entryway. The bond the men shared
went far deeper than that of any sibling relationship that Heather had ever known.
 I ll talk to him, Cade, Heather promised. AsTara went to protest, she held up her hand with a sharp
shake of her head.  This isn t any of your business,Tara . It s mine and Sam s.
 Goddammit. Taraturned and stomped through the house then, the sound of her boots a rapping tap on
the hardwood floor that had Heather wincing.Tara only did that when she was really pissed.
 Heather, Sam s getting too reckless, Cade bit out, his voice lowered in concern.  No matter what he
says, try to stay closer to him. Stop letting him run you off.
 Cade, I can t make Sam do anything, she said firmly as she pushed the fingers of both hands through
her hair.  He doesn t want me around.
 But he does, Heather. Marly turned to her then, her blue eyes soft, understanding.  That s the
problem. Sam wants you too badly.
Heather snorted.  And you know this how?
 Because it s your name he cries out while he s coming in her, Cade growled as Marly rolled her eyes
in exasperation.  Dammit, Marly, there s no sense in beating around the damned bush here. If she
doesn t know by now, then she never will.
 There s no sense in being crude either, Marly snapped back, frowning up at him with an edge of steel
that surprised Heather.
Cade grimaced as he pushed his hands in his jeans pockets and looked away for several seconds. When
his gaze returned, it was softer, apologetic.  I m sorry, he sighed.  Marly s right, there s no excuse for
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