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Authors: Pamela Bauer

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“Or you can leave them with Maddie and she’ll take care of it.”

“She works at the co-op?”

“Mmm-hmm. In the deli.”

So Maddie was a belly-dancing teacher at night and a deli clerk during the day. Not exactly what he had expected she’d be doing for a living.

“You need me to pick up anything else?” he asked.

“No, that’ll do it.” She placed her fingers on the upper portion of the refrigerator. “There are frozen dinners in here and there are cold cuts, too, if you want to make yourself a sandwich for dinner.”

“Dinner? Aren’t you going to be here?”

She shook her head. “Tonight’s my class at the community center. I would have canceled, but it’s my first one and I thought I’d better not.”

“What class is that?”

“The keys to making love last.”

“They actually offer a class like that through community ed?”

She gave him a look of admonition. “Love is a very important thing in people’s lives. If you look at the statistics, Dylan, you’ll see that most people still believe in marriage.” She gave him a gentle shove so she could get to the door. “I’ll tell you more about it when we have more time. I have all sorts of interesting statistics I can share with you.”

Dylan didn’t want to tell her that he really wasn’t interested in hearing any numbers when it came to love and marriage. Fortunately, the phone rang and he didn’t have to come up with a response.

The call was brief and as soon as she’d hung up, she said, “I have to get going. I have an extra stop to make. Try not to leave the kitchen a mess, will you? We have a rule around here. Everyone cleans up after herself.”

“Mom, I haven’t become a slob since I left home,” he told her.

“I didn’t think you had, but I need to consider my tenants.”

He frowned. “Are you saying they’ll be eating their meals in the kitchen?”

“Krystal won’t be home tonight. She’s going to a convention in Saint Cloud and will be staying overnight, but Maddie should be back after she finishes her classes.”

He wanted to ask his mother about Maddie’s classes, but swallowed his curiosity. He didn’t think she would understand the reason for his inquisitiveness.

He didn’t understand it himself. All he knew was that since he’d seen Maddie in those harem pants with
that turquoise jewel winking at him from her navel, he’d had trouble forgetting that she lived upstairs. And now that he knew she ate her meals in the kitchen, his imagination was already working on possible scenarios in which he might see her again.

As he left the house, he made sure he took the plastic jugs.

 

D
YLAN WASN’T QUITE SURE
what kind of a reception he’d get from Garret, but he was glad when it turned out to be a warm one. As the young doctor came down the hall toward him, he wore a big grin.

“I can tell you’re a doctor now, Garret. You’re late,” Dylan said with a teasing grin.

The younger man smiled, then gave him a bear hug. “There literally aren’t enough hours in a day in this profession. Welcome home, Dylan. It’s good to see you. How’s the shoulder?”

“Your friend Pete says it’ll be as good as new after he goes in and does his handiwork,” he answered, stepping aside so they were no longer in the center of the corridor. He studied his brother. “You look tired.”

“That’s the way I’m supposed to look. I’m a resident.” He nudged Dylan toward the stairs. “You look like you’ve been leading the good life.”

He spread his hands. “What can I say? I live on an island in the Caribbean. I thought by now you would have come to visit me.”

“Don’t think I wouldn’t have liked to, but I’m short on two things. Time and money. And until I’m finished with my residency, that’s not going to change.”

“I could help you out in the money department,” Dylan offered.

“Thanks, I appreciate the offer, but time is the real villain here. Speaking of which,” he glanced at his watch. “We need to make this lunch a quick one.”

“I guess that means we don’t get to pop across the street for a big thick juicy burger?” he quipped.

Garret smiled apologetically and said, “The hospital cafeteria makes a great tuna hot dish.”

Dylan grimaced, then followed his brother into the dining area. “I guess I should get used to this,” he said as they passed a section of Jell-O and pudding. “It’s going to be my diet while I’m here.”

Garret chuckled. “I hope you’re going to be a better patient than Jason was. You should have heard the moaning and groaning that kid did when he had his appendix out.”

Since Garret had mentioned their youngest brother, Dylan decided to steer the conversation toward family. As they sat down at a small table, he asked, “Is Jason doing all right? I know he was in some trouble last semester with his grades.”

“Mom told you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s not a secret, is it?”

Garret shrugged. “No. I just didn’t think you knew about it, that’s all,” he said as he removed the items from his tray and set it aside.

“So is Jason doing all right?”

“Yeah. He’s just trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life. There are so many opportunities, so many choices to make. It isn’t easy being nineteen.”

“As we both know,” Dylan agreed, slipping his jacket over the back of the chair before sitting down.

“It’s that emotional tug-of-war every college kid goes through—wanting to be independent, yet liking the security of still being able to be a dependent on the folks. One minute he’s saying, “I can take care of myself. The next he’s calling Mom and moaning about the latest crisis in his life.”

“You mean like when he needs money,” Dylan remarked dryly.

“It’s not just money. Mom handles things pretty well, but it’s too bad Dad isn’t here. Jason could use a good role model,” he said, ripping open the cellophane wrapping on his soda crackers and crumbling them into his soup.

Dylan would have liked to point out that their father wasn’t exactly a good role model, but he didn’t want their reunion to be spoiled by the animosity such a remark would create.

So he let the comment about their father slide and said, “I’ll talk to Jason while I’m here and see what I can do.”

“You don’t need to worry about it. Shane and I are keeping an eye on him.”

“You don’t want me talking to him?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t say that. I just think it might be better if you didn’t try to be an authority figure.”

Dylan frowned. “Why not?”

“He’s belligerent enough the way it is and you two haven’t exactly been close. You left home when he was only six.”

Dylan felt the hairs on his neck raise. He knew he
had no reason to be defensive, but that didn’t matter. “It’s not my fault that there are twelve years difference in our ages. I left home at eighteen because it was time for me to leave.”

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t say you abandoned him,” he reminded Dylan. “I just said you weren’t here when he was growing up.”

“He’s still my brother and I care about him.”

“All of us do. And as I said, Shane and I have already had a talk with him about his grades.”

So you don’t need to,
was the unspoken message that came through loud and clear. “I still would like to take a drive over to Wisconsin to see him. I’ll have the time once the surgery’s over.”

“Mom would probably appreciate it if you did, but you’d better be prepared to get a lecture from him on how he’s not a kid anymore and he can take care of himself. He doesn’t want anyone checking up on him,” he warned.

“I’m not going to check up on him,” he said with a hint of impatience. “I just want to visit him and see how he’s doing. Any other warnings you want to give me?” Dylan tried to keep his voice light but failed.

“Actually, there is. It’s about Mom.” He set his spoon down and stared at Dylan. “She was really upset by the way things went the last time you were home. The stuff that went on between you and Shane—”

Dylan interrupted him. “I’ve already had this conversation with Shane, and we’ve worked things out, so let it rest, okay?” He was disappointed to sense that Garret seemed to be on Shane’s side.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. We’re brothers. We should act like it.”

There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence, which was broken by a nurse who stopped by to give Garret a message. When she eyed Dylan curiously, Garret made the introductions.

After a few minutes of small talk, she was gone and Garret said, “I can see you haven’t lost the touch.”

“Touch for what?”

“If you’d patted your knee she would have sat on your lap.” He shook his head. “Man, you have always had a quality that women respond to.”

“She stopped by to talk to you,” Dylan pointed out.

Garret chuckled. “Yeah, and if you believe that, I have some nice oceanfront property in South Dakota I can sell you.” He took a sip of his coffee, then said, “I don’t suppose these northern girls have the same appeal as those sun-kissed, bikini-clad island beauties running around on Saint Martin.”

Dylan smiled. “A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, no matter what the climate.”

“And you’ve always had an eye for one, haven’t you,” he said with a sly smile. He took a bite of his sandwich, then asked. “How many are there in your life? Still juggling more than one at a time?”

“What makes you think I have any?”

He chuckled. “Come on. I may be five years younger than you, but I did know what was going on when we were kids. By the time I hit junior high your reputation with women was legendary.”

Dylan couldn’t suppress his smile. “All right, so I
made the most of my youth and the opportunities that presented themselves.”

“Are you saying you don’t have those opportunities now?”

Dylan shook his head. “If I had kept going at that pace, I’d be dead.”

“So it’s one woman at a time now?”

“It always was. They just came closer together back then,” he said with another grin.

“Come on, be serious. Is there a special woman in your life?”

“Not at the moment.”

“I thought Mom said there was someone named Andrea.”


Was
is the correct word. That didn’t work out,” Dylan said, not wanting to tell him the details of a relationship he had already put in the past.

“What about you? Last time I was home you seemed pretty serious about another med student. A Sarah with auburn hair, nice legs.”

He shook his head. “It didn’t work out, which is probably good because I really don’t have time for anything but medicine right now.”

“Then Mom hasn’t tried to find you the perfect mate?”

“She’s not a matchmaker, Dylan. She only responds to those who seek her advice. Mom would never try to interfere in our love lives. She’s not like that.”

“I’m glad to hear that. The last thing I need is to have Mom trying to fix me up with someone. It’s going to be difficult enough staying in a house full of women. I’m used to living alone.”

Garret shook his head. “It’s hard to think of you living alone. I mean, I guess I just assumed you lived with some woman but didn’t tell us.”

Dylan chuckled. “I’ve had a few try to move their things into my closet, but they haven’t made it past the front door.”

“At least with the remodeling Mom’s done, Maddie and Krystal shouldn’t get in your way. What do you think of what she’s done to the house?”

“It was a bit of a shock at first, but I think it looks good.”

He nodded in agreement. “It was a good project for her. Shane offered to deal with the contractors, but she insisted on doing it all herself. And she did just fine, although I think Maddie helped her.”

Mention of the other woman gave Dylan the opportunity to ask the questions he hadn’t wanted to ask his mother. “How did Madeline Lamont end up renting from Mom? I thought she only took in college students.”

“Maddie was Mom’s first boarder. She came here shortly after Dad died. She was with some theater production that came to the Twin Cities.”

“She’s an actress?”

“A dancer.”

“Is that what she does for a living?”

“She’s not performing anymore, just teaching.”

Again the image of Maddie dressed in the harem pants flashed in Dylan’s memory. “There’s a big demand for belly dancing in the Twin Cities?”

“Not belly dancing. Ballet,” he corrected. “The belly dancing is something she does on the side.
Mainly she teaches kids ballet and tap at a studio just a few blocks from here.”

“Mom said something about her working at a food co-op, too,” he went on. “Is she one of those health food nuts who won’t eat anything that isn’t organically grown?”

“Just because she’s conscious about her health doesn’t make her a nut. And why all the questions about her anyway?” He paused with his fork in midair. “You’re not thinking that she might be a pleasant distraction while you’re here, are you?”

He clicked his tongue. “If she’s a distraction it won’t be the pleasant kind.”

“Why not? She’s hot and she’s smart. What more could a man want? And she can still beat me at chess.”

Dylan agreed with his brother about her being hot but kept his opinion to himself. “She may be your type, but she’s definitely not mine,” he told Garret, wanting to dispel any notion Garret had that he was interested in the woman.

“I’m glad to hear that, because she’s taken.” There was no mistaking the warning in his brother’s voice.

“By you?” Dylan asked with a sly smile.

“No, but she does date a very good friend of mine.”

“Well, your friend has nothing to worry about from me. Even if I were looking for a woman—which I’m not—I wouldn’t be looking in Madeline’s direction. If anything, I’ll be doing my best to avoid her as much as possible.”

He stared at him in amazement. “That’s the first
time I’ve ever heard anyone say that about Maddie. It might be a good idea if you didn’t share your opinion of her with Mom. She regards Maddie as the daughter she never had.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“You sound as if you disapprove.”

“I’m just worried about Mom, that’s all. I’d hate to see her be taken advantage of by anyone.”

Garret laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that with Maddie.”

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