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that she changed. She’d gained a lot of weight and just as quickly got real skinny again. She was gone for a few months from school. Rumor had it she was in a hospital recovering from anorexia. When she returned, her weight appeared normal, but she was never the same.
    He brushed down his horse and put him away. Clint and he needed to have a talk about why he’d invited Dakota to the ranch without asking him. They both owned the home and land equally, but it would have been considerate to let him know.
    When he strode back to the house, Dakota thankfully had packed up and left. It didn’t surprise him. He hadn’t exactly been welcoming, but if his brother had warned him, he might have been more prepared.
    He still couldn’t believe he’d fantasized for the last few nights about 50
     
    the girl in the yellow dress. She had reminded him of someone. Now he knew who.
    For the rest of the day, he spent his time in the office paying bills and making sure the farm had enough feed for the week. Around five, Clint came in full of sweat and dirt. He’d let him clean up before they had a heart-to-heart about his invited guest.
    The shower turned on, and Morgan grabbed a beer to get ready for their discussion. Fifteen minutes later, Clint came out wearing only jeans. His barefoot brother traipsed into the living room and headed straight for the kitchen. Before he had a chance to ask him about Dakota, Clint spoke up.
    “How did your chat go with her? She’s changed, huh?” Morgan got up and sat on the stool at the counter. “Like you haven’t been in contact with her ten times already? I’m sure you know how it went.”
    Clint pulled a beer from the fridge and downed half of it in one swallow. He grinned. “You like her, don’t you?” Denying it would only set Clint off. “She’s different.” He cocked a brow. “Good different or bad different?”
    “I’m not having this conversation.”
    Clint placed the bottle on the counter and leaned his elbows on the slab. “Why? I want her, and I think she’d like to share.” Christ . His cock hardened, but his brain clicked into a more reasonable mode. “No.”
    His younger brother painted on his often-used sad face. “I say try her, you’ll like her.”
    The cheer in his tone caused bells to explode in his head. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”
    “We made love on top of Randall’s Ridge.” He closed his eyes and inhaled. Then he lasered him with a steely look. “It was better than life itself. We will break you, bro. She’s the one for us.”
    “She’s too much of a free spirit.” Clint studied him for too long.
    “What?”
     
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    “That’s your problem. You’re so uptight that if you were with a woman who was spontaneous, fun loving, and adventurous, she’d scare you.”
    “I don’t need to be psychoanalyzed.” He hadn’t even figured out why she got under his skin and made his dick hard thinking about her.
    “That’s exactly what you do need.”
    “Okay. Fine. Suppose we go out and I have a great time. We even end up in the sack and she rocks my world.”
    “Which is what would happen.”
    He hated when Clint wouldn’t let him finish. “Then she reverts back to the old Dakota.”
    “So? She’s still the same wonderful woman.” No, she wasn’t. “Can you imagine what Dad would say?” Clint polished off his beer. “No. What would Dad say?”
    “That she’s not Callen material.”
    Clint laughed, which didn’t settle well in his gut. “If she’s fertile, she’s Callen material.”
    Unfortunately, that might have been true. “All I’m saying is be careful.”
    “Because I might get hurt emotionally?” Clint laughed and shook his head. “You want her, don’t you?”
    Morgan got off the stool, not needing this conversation. “If you want a smart-ass chick who can shut down emotionally at the snap of a finger, then I say go for her.”
    “Don’t walk away from me. We need to settle this.”
    “Settle what?” His tried to