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thanked her.
    “You did a great job. Without your quick thinking, this could have been a lot worse.”
    Tracy beamed. Ann felt an odd fluttering in her chest. She hadn’t seen a smile like that on the girl’s face in all the years she’d lived there. Usually Tracy was far too quiet and unresponsive, except when she was taking care of the littlest kids. Her inability to get through to Tracy worried her. The ease with which Hank had astonished her.
    “Honey, are you okay?” Ann asked, kneeling downin front of her, oblivious to the fact that her skirt was dragging in the puddles.
    Tracy turned the radiant smile on her. “Sure.” She held out her hand. “Not even a scratch.”
    “Great. Would you go check on Melissa and Tommy for me? After that try to get Paul and David to start cleaning up the kitchen. It’s almost time to start dinner. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    “Sure, Ann.” She looked hesitantly at Hank. “Are you sticking around?”
    “Yep.” He shot a challenging look at Ann. “At least through dinner.”
    When Tracy had gone, Ann got to her feet and quickly began mopping up the floor, her soaked skirt slapping soggily against her legs. She couldn’t quite bring herself to look at Hank, who was still perched on the edge of the tub fiddling with the faucet.
    “You were very good with her,” she finally conceded. “Thanks.”
    He didn’t look up. “She seems like a good kid,” he murmured, then began working a snakelike device down into the drain.
    “Beware of calling an eighteen-year-old a kid. That’s an offense considered on a par with listening to phone calls or denying use of the car.”
    “Umm.” He gave a tug on his probe, which emerged with a small plastic dinosaur. Ann recognized it as one of Tommy’s collection from the zoo. Hank shook his head, tossed the toy aside and went back to poking around. “Sounds like you know her pretty well.”
    “I know teenagers pretty well. I’m not so sure about Tracy.”
    “She’s not yours?”
    Ann shook her head, instantly feeling a familiar defensiveness steal over her. “None of them are mine, not in the biological sense. I thought Liz explained.”
    “Only in the vaguest terms. She said you had several children you’d taken in. I assumed that some of the others might be yours.”
    “No. I’ve never been married.”
    That brought his head up, eyes twinkling. He gave her a grin that was only one quirk of the lips short of being a leer. “From what I hear that’s not a requirement.”
    “It is for me,” she said stiffly.
    He studied her intently. “I see.”
    “I doubt it.”
    “Is your sexual hang-up something we should explore?” he inquired in a tone that teased and infuriated.
    “I do not have a sexual hang-up,” she said with slow emphasis, her temper reaching an immediate boil again. “And don’t try playing psychologist with me, Mr. Riley. I’m the expert, remember?”
    The grin faded. “How could I forget.”
    She listened for an edge of sarcasm, but couldn’t detect one. An irrational part of her wished that grin were back, though.
    “Tell me about Tracy,” he said.
    The ease with which he switched from provocative teasing to less dangerous turf irritated her almost as much as the teasing itself. Okay, she’d be the first to admit that she’d gotten out of the habit of taking sexual banter in stride, but she wasn’t exactly the prude he’d implied. She was inclined to tell him just that, but reminded herself that she owed him no explanations. Instead she took the safe out he’d offered and said succinctly, “Tracy had some problems at home.”
    That was like saying World War II had been a small military skirmish. At the memory of the psychological and physical pain Tracy had suffered at the hands of an abusive father and a lousy system, Ann felt a familiar weariness steal through her. Apparently Hank caught her shift in mood.
    “Bad, huh?” he said with quick understanding and a level of compassion that