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the floor and the handsome man be in her arms? Story of her life. Ass-backwards.
    From nowhere, a broom hit Cait’s backside.
    â€œGet up, you ninny,” Deydie shouted. “Why in damnation are ye sleeping in a strange man’s house?”

Chapter Four
    A
h, bluidy hell.
Graham sat up and scrubbed his face. “Seriously, Deydie, a strange man’s house? Everyone in the free world knows me.”
    Damn. He rarely referred to his notoriety. He turned to Caitie and she stared back at him.
    He hadn’t gotten what he wanted from her last night—answers. He wasn’t a single step closer to finding out why she’d landed here. But from the Internet, he’d learned she was a summa cum laude graduate of one of the most prestigious journalism schools in the world. If she wasn’t up to something, why would she lie and say she was a quilter? Absurd. Who has a career in quilting? Nobody, that’s who. She was a bluidy reporter.
    Deydie brought him back to the problem at hand by swatting him with her blasted broom. “That’s for taking advantage of my granddaughter,” she said.
    Caitie’s mouth dropped open, and a nice pink blush colored her cheeks as she looked both incensed and ashamed.
    â€œShe did nothing wrong,” Graham defended, even though she didn’t deserve his help. “If anyone took advantage of her loving arms . . .” He scratched Precious behind the ears. “It’s my unfaithful dog. Deydie, you’veclearly ruined Precious against male companionship. She used to only sleep with me.”
    Cait pushed herself to an upright position, her quizzical gaze boring into him.
    He explained. “Precious is too old to go on location. When I’m gone, she stays with your gran at her cottage.”
    â€œDamn dog’s a flea-bitten nuisance.” Deydie held her expression as stiff as her broom handle.
    â€œYou’re not fooling anyone, old bird.” He ducked as Deydie took another swing at him.
    â€œYere sass will get you in trouble one day, wee Graham.”
    He gave Deydie his best devil-may-care grin. “Until then, how about some breakfast?”
    â€œGet yere arse up and get it yereself.” Deydie huffed from the room.
    The old gal loved it when he teased her, and he loved her back, regardless of her biting personality.
    Cait scooted to the edge of the couch. “You’re lucky she didn’t sweep the floor with you.”
    â€œI can handle your gran.” He wasn’t nearly as certain he could handle her granddaughter. Caitie looked irresistible this morning, all mussed up. It gave him a glimpse of what it must be like to wake up next to her after a night of rolling around in the sheets together. He got to his feet, nuzzling Precious on the way. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, his nose got close enough to catch another whiff of Caitie. Last night’s whiskey wasn’t nearly as intoxicating as the pheromones she gave off now. Dammit, he needed a distraction.
    â€œHere.” He offered his hand to help her off the couch. “I’ll whip us up an omelet.”
    She ignored his hand. “Another time.”
    He pulled it back and jammed it in his pocket. He had been raised to have good manners, but women like her didn’t appreciate them. It infuriated him. He actually worked hard at being a nice guy. Just last month,
Us Weekly
named him Nicest Man in Show Business. But he wasn’t feeling it now. “Something better to do?” It took everything in him to keep the words from coming out as a jeer.
    â€œI have to get ahold of that darned Realtor,” she said. “I need to talk to Mr. Sinclair about my house, too.” She adjusted her sweater, and it caught his attention, giving him a better idea of the lay of the land under there.
    She paused. He looked up to find her giving him the
eyes-up-here
glare and she went on. “The sooner