“It's been less than three hours and I want you again," he murmured against her mouth. "At this rate we're not going to get a lot of work done."

“I don't mind."

“Good, because I-" A noise caught their attention. Both she and Nash turned. Stephanie cringed when she saw Brett standing in the open doorway of the gatehouse. The look on his face told her that he'd seen her in Nash's arms and that he felt betrayed. Before she could say anything, he took off for the house.

Desire drained out of her, leaving behind guilt and confusion. On the one hand, she was glad that Brett remembered his father and still thought about him. On the other hand, while she wasn't looking for love or anything close to it, she knew it wasn't right for her to close off that part of her life simply because her twelve-year-old son might not approve. Brett had to learn that it was okay to move on with life. But was this the time to have that conversation? And if so, what was she going to say? Complicating the situation was the fact that she and Nash didn't have a relationship she could explain to her children.

There was no one to ask, she thought sadly. No one to share her worries with. Like most tough times in her life, she was going to have to wing it and hope she didn't mess up too badly.

She took a step toward the house, then stopped when Nash touched her arm.

“Brett's upset," he said.

“I know."

“Maybe this would be better discussed with a guy " Stephanie stared at him. "You want to talk to Brett about what he saw?"

“Want is a little strong, but I have an idea about what he's feeling. I'm not going to tell him what's going on between us, but I can reassure him." She considered the offer. The mature side of her argued that Brett was her child and her responsibility. While Nash was probably a nice guy and definitely great in bed, he didn't have children of his own and he had only known hers for a few days. Therefore she should be the one to make things right with her son. The rest of her wanted to toss the problem in his lap and let him solve it. Just once it would be nice not to have to sweat the right thing to say.

“I really should talk to him," she said.

Nash lightly kissed her. "Go paint," he told her. "Give me ten minutes. If I'm not back by then, come find us." Letting go was unfamiliar. Releasing responsibility was unheard of. Stephanie battled what was right with what was easy. Before she'd made a decision, Nash left the gatehouse.

Ten minutes, she told herself as she checked her watch. He couldn't mess up too badly in that amount of time, could he? Nash walked into the house and paused to listen. When he heard something thump against the floor, he headed for the kitchen rather than the stairs.

When he pushed open the door, he found Brett banging his way through emptying the dishwasher. The kid's shoulders were slumped and stark pain darkened his blue eyes.

“Hey," he said. "How's it going?" The twelve-year-old spun to glare at him. "You don't belong here," Brett yelled. "You're a guest. Guests stay in the public rooms. Not the kitchen. The kitchen is for family. Get out." Nash closed the door behind him and approached the boy. Brett clutched a pot in his hands as if he would use it as a weapon if he had to.

“Did you hear me?" the kid demanded.

“I heard all of it. Even what you didn't say." Nash recognized the boy's helplessness, the frustration that fueled anger. He knew Brett wanted to be big enough and strong enough to force Nash out of the room, the house and his mother's life. Brett wanted Nash never to have come here, never to have existed. Now that he was here, Brett wanted him gone.

The old feelings were still there, Nash thought with some surprise as he took a seat at the table.

Buried, nearly forgotten, but still real. How many times had he wanted to take on Howard? Bad enough when Howard and his mother had just been dating, it had gone worse when the two had announced their engagement and said Howard would be adopting the boys. Like they were babies. Like they needed him.

“Your mom's a real nice lady," Nash said slowly, searching for the right words, trying to remember what would have made him feel better. "Pretty, a lot of fun." He glanced at Brett and gave a slight smile. "She probably seems old to you, but not to me. I like her a lot." Fear flashed in Brett's eyes. Nash leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

“The thing is, I'm just passing through," he said. "I'm not sticking around. In a couple of weeks I'll go back to Chicago. That's where I live and work. That's where my life is." His life? For the first time since Tina's death Nash realized he was lying about having anything close to a life. He had a job and that was about it. Few friends outside of work. None that he socialized with. He lived alone and he was damned tired of it.

He shook off that train of thought. Later, he told himself. Right now Brett was more important.

“I understand what you're going through," Nash said.

Brett turned away. "Yeah, right."

“Okay. Grown-ups say that all the time. It's boring and annoying, huh? But in this case, it's true. Your dad died. My dad never bothered to stick around after he got my mom pregnant. There wasjust her, Kevin and me. She was really young and didn't have any money, so it was hard for her. She worked a lot. She worried a lot. I hated to see that, so I filled in when I could. Sort of like you with the twins." Brett traced a pattern on the countertop. Nash wasn't sure, but he thought the kid might be listening.

“They're still pretty young," he continued, "but you understand that it's hard for her. You worry. And the last thing you need is some guy coming in to mess up your family." Brett looked at him in surprise.

Nash nodded. "It happened to us. My mom started dating this guy-Howard. He was okay, I guess. But I never really trusted him. Why was he butting in? He didn't belong."

“What happened?" Brett asked.

“They got married. I didn't want them to, but they did anyway." There was more to the story, but Nash didn't bother going into it. He'd made his point.

“I'm not like that," he told Brett. "I like your mom and I'd like to see her while I'm in town. But I am leaving, so all this is temporary. I'm not looking to get married or to replace your dad. I wanted you to know that, man-to-man." He waited while Brett considered the information. Then the kid sucked in a breath.

“Okay. I get it." He still looked troubled, but not so afraid. "I guess my mom needs someone to talk to and stuff." He gaze narrowed. "But you shouldn't kiss her where just anyone can see. My brothers wouldn't understand. They don't remember Dad much and they might think you're sticking around."

“Good point. I'll remember it." Nash stood. "Something else, Brett. You may not believe me, but it's true. Even if your mom were to find someone she fell in love with and wanted to marry, that doesn't mean the guy would be taking your dad's place. No one can do that. You might even like the guy, which would be okay, too. But your dad will always be your dad." Brett looked doubtful, but didn't disagree. Nash figured he'd done as much as he could. He held out his hand.

“Friends?" he asked.

Brett stared at his hand, then him. Finally he moved close and they shook.

“I guess we can be friends," the boy said.

“I'd like that." He jerked his head toward the front of the house. "I'm going back to the gatehouse now, if that's all right with you." Brett nodded. "Tell my mom I'm going to get changed, then I'll come help, too."

“I know she'll appreciate that." Brett headed for the door, then paused. Staring at the ground he said, "Thanks for explaining things, Nash."

“You're welcome." Nash returned to the gatehouse and found Stephanie waiting impatiently by the door.

“You nearly hit your limit," she said, glancing from him to her watch. "I was giving you ten minutes, then I was going to barge in and take over." She tried to smile as she spoke, but he could see the worry in her eyes.

“We worked it out," he said, then explained what he and Brett had discussed.

When he was done, she sank onto the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Thanks for clearing things up with him. He and I used to be able to talk about anything, but lately I've noticed things are changing. I guess it's because he's getting older. I'm not looking forward to him being a teenager. That's for sure."

“He'll get through it, as will you," he said, crouching next to her. "He's a good kid."

“Too good. Oh, sure, he can be a pain, but for the most part, he really tries to step in and help. Sometimes it's easy to let him. When that happens I do my best to remember he is still a kid and not my personal assistant. He's getting to that age when he needs a man around. Sometimes I think I should get over my fear of getting involved with another irresponsible guy and get married simply to take the heat off Brett. It would sure give him a break." She continued talking, but Nash no longer heard what she was saying. Instead he was remembering a conversation he'd had with his mother shortly after she'd told him she was marrying Howard. He'd protested the engagement, saving they didn't need Howard around. His mother had tried to explain that Howard was a good man whom she loved very much.

“But there's more to it than that," she'd said. "My marrying Howard means you don't have to be the man in the family anymore. You won't have as much responsibility. I want that for you." At the time he'd felt as if he were being eased out of his own family. Now, looking back, he wondered if his mother had worried about him the same way Stephanie worried about Brett.