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the toy closet and dumped the contents on the rug. “He’s either gonna grow up to be a bricklayer or a house builder.”
    “You are avoiding the question. I want all the details, Keely West McKay, and I want them right now.”
    Keely sighed. “I know you can’t have coffee in your condition, but do you want a glass of juice?”
    AJ folded her arms across her chest in a belligerent posture. “Nope. Spill. Now.”
    “A few months back I bought a building in Moorcroft to turn into a clinic—”
    “And you didn’t tell me that either? Geez, K, I thought I was your best friend and now I find out—”
    “You are my best friend, but this was something I couldn’t talk about to anyone.”
    “Anyone except Jack Donohue?” AJ retorted.
    How was she supposed to convince AJ, who could sniff out a lie at twenty paces, the engagement to Jack was real? In AJ’s hormonal state, joking, cajoling and dodging would only annoy her. Best to go on the defensive. Keely offered a brittle smile. “Hard to believe, but I do have a life outside of Sundance and the McKay family. Since I spend half my time working at the VA in Cheyenne, you wouldn’t know anything about that part of my life.”
    “So fill me in.”
    After rambling on about her need for secretiveness she sighed. “Long story short, I contacted an approved historic restoration company, only to discover that Jack owns the company. We got to talking and the more time we spent together, the more things…changed between us.”
    “How long since this ‘change’ has taken place?”
    “Two months. Give or take.”
    “And you didn’t think to mention to me or anyone else in the family that you’d fallen for the man you used to hate?”
    “It’s not like that—”

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    “It is for me. I still sorta hate him on your behalf, K…” AJ’s nose wrinkled. “I cannot wrap my head around the fact you’re marrying him.”
    “Hate is a strong word for the man who’s your landlord,” Keely said sardonically.
    “My landlord?” Her eyes widened with understanding. “For Healing Touch Massage?”
    “Yep, which means he’s also Macie’s landlord for Dewey’s Delish Dish, and India’s landlord for India’s Ink, and Skylar’s landlord for Sky Blue.”
    “You’re kidding me. Jack owns the Sandstone Building?”
    “Uh-huh. Jack Donohue is Western Property Management. Evidently he owns a half a dozen different rental properties across several states.”
    After a minute or so, AJ snapped, “So Jack’s been having a big chuckle keeping that information from us?”
    “You’ll have to ask him.” And Keely couldn’t wait to witness India’s reaction. Talk about ripping him a new one. That woman redefined in your face and she was ten times worse when she was knocked up. Heh heh.
    The bathroom door creaked. Both Keely and AJ spun toward the sound. Jack strode out.
    Keely clenched her jaw to prevent it from falling to the floor. Holy freakin’ shit. Jack was shirtless.
    His upper body was a mass of defined muscles—his pecs, biceps and triceps were as perfect as the smooth bronze skin covering his immense frame. His waistline tapered into a flat abdomen and slim hips, hugged by the low-slung jeans. She’d never seen Jack wear jeans. The man who lived in suits looked…well suited to 501s.
    The tips of his dark, wet hair brushed his shoulders, reinforcing his wild look. His mouth curled up in a sultry smile when his gaze connected with Keely’s.
    A powerful lust steamrolled her.
    Jack crossed the room with panther-like grace.
    Her body stiffened when he nuzzled the side of her neck and circled his big hands around her upper arms.
    “You didn’t leave me any hot water again, babe. I had to take a cold shower.”
    Oh hell. He smelled delectable. Despite his claim of cold water, his chest felt hot enough to scorch her clothes. “Sorry. Maybe you oughta sweet-talk the landlord into replacing the tiny overworked water