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couple I've met have been good men. They’re as surprised by all this as we are, but friendly enough." He smiled. "They're all cops." Nash knew there were four brothers and a sister. "You're kidding."
    “ No. They're all—" He broke off and laughed. "Wait. I forgot. One of them is a rebel. He's a firefighter." Which wasn't the same as being a cop, but it was close. Kevin was a U.S. Marshal, Gage a sheriff. Nash worked for the FBI and Quinn, well, Quinn walked his own road.
    “It's in the blood," he said.
    Kevin nodded. ``That's what they're telling me. Earl Haynes was sheriff of this town for years. He has a bunch of brothers and they're all in law en forcement. Maybe we're following our destiny." Destiny? Nash didn't believe in that kind of crap. He'd gone to work for the FBI because he'd been recruited out of college. Of all the offers he'd re ceived, it was the one that had appealed the most.
    “ I've seen Gage," Kevin said. "We've known him and Quinn all our lives, played together, fought, made up. I'm having trouble getting that we were always brothers."
    “ We acted like brothers," Nash said. "Still, I'm with you. I figured we were good friends, nothing more." Did the new knowledge change anything? He wasn't sure.
    “ The dinner tomorrow night is going to be a zoo," Kevin said. "The guys, their wives and kids. If I can pull together lunch with just a few of the brothers are you interested?"
    “Sure." Nash didn't like crowds.
    Kevin jerked his head toward the ceiling. "There are a few empty rooms. Want to come stay here?”
    “ I'm okay where I am."
    “ You sure?" He knew Kevin thought he was avoiding contact with the world, but that wasn't it at all. If his brother pressed him he would say that packing and unpacking was a pain, which was a lie, but would get him off the hook. The truth was something else. For the first time in two years, he'd actually felt a glimmer of interest in something other than work. He knew his sexual stirrings and physical hunger didn't mean anything, but he was intrigued enough to want to stick around and see what happened next.
    Nash hung out with Kevin and Haley until early afternoon, then headed back to Serenity House. When he entered the high-ceilinged foyer, he hesi tated, not sure what to do with the rest of his day. As much as he wanted to check in with the office, he knew it was too soon. Calling now would simply • prove his boss's point.
    He walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. The tidy room was empty. He strolled into the hallway and listened. There was only silence. A quick check of the garage told him what he'd sus pected. He was alone.
    The knowledge should have relieved him. He didn't like a lot of company, preferring solitude to vapid chatter. He liked the quiet. Only not today. Right now he felt restless and out of place. It was as if his skin had suddenly gotten too small.
    He turned toward the stairs and took three steps, then stopped. He didn't want to read or watch TV.
    He considered another long drive, but that didn't appeal to him. Finally, in desperation for a distrac tion, he moved into the back of the house.
    In the utility room he found the washer still in pieces. He opened the lid and stared at the tub full of clothes and water, then studied the dial. After skimming the manual, he figured out the washer had stopped right before the spin cycle. He pushed aside the parts and tools, then settled on the floor. There was a schematic of the interior of the machine, along with a parts list. Nash laid the diagram flat on the floor and began sorting through tools and parts.
    Over an hour later, Nash had found the problem and, he hoped, fixed it. He'd just started on reassem bling the machine when he heard a door slam in the house. The wrench he'd been holding dropped to the floor.
    He swore good-naturedly as he picked it up. If he was dropping tools in anticipation of seeing Steph anie, he was in even more trouble than he'd first thought. Finding