The Bachelor, the Baby and the Beauty. Victoria Pade

still in effect in any way, she assured herself.

      The muted sound of a car coming nearer on the road that led to the house alerted Hadley. There were only two possibilities for who it could be: Logan’s fiancée Meg, with his three-year-old daughter, Tia, or Logan bringing Chase back from the stalled moving truck.

      It was that second possibility that gave Hadley jitters and made her feel as if she was sixteen again.

      But she wasn’t sixteen, she lectured herself. She was thirty-three. She’d been married. Divorced. She’d lived in Europe for the past ten years. It was ridiculous to be nervous about seeing someone who, ultimately, had only been a fringe part of her youth.

      Even if she’d used that fringe part to fuel fantasies galore and an adoration that most teenage girls had reserved for rock stars.

      But that was ancient history. She and Logan and Chase were going to work together and live in close proximity. She was going to behave the same way she would with anyone else who might be a friend of her brother’s and a business associate of them both. Friendly. Professional. Detached.

      So there was no cause for her to be nervous or jittery or uncomfortable. Logan had said that Chase had never given any indication that he had the slightest clue as to how she’d felt about him. Which meant that she didn’t have to worry.

      Hadley took a deep, cleansing breath, feeling better. It shouldn’t be so hard to face him. It should be fine.

      Then she heard the sound of deep male voices coming in the back door and she knew it wasn’t Meg and Tia who were home. It was Logan and Chase.

      “He never knew,” she whispered to herself to bolster her courage. “He doesn’t ever need to know.”

      Another deep breath—this one to give her strength—and Hadley opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the hallway just as Chase Mackey appeared at the other end near the kitchen.

      His sharply-edged jaw didn’t drop when he saw her. But his eyebrows arched over sky-blue eyes that were more remarkable than she remembered.

      “Had-Had-Hadley? Is that you?” he asked in enough shock and awe to please her, using the silly version of her name that he’d made up when they were kids. That only he had ever used.

      “It’s me,” she confirmed, wondering how it was possible for him to have gotten even better looking.

      But he had.

      Not that he was picture-perfect the way the male models she’d worked with were. Chase had a less refined, rugged, masculine handsomeness built around those eyes. His nose was slightly long, his lower lip was fuller than his upper, and his forehead was probably wider than a photographer would have wanted.

      But he also had wavy, golden-brown hair cut short on the sides and left just a touch longer on top. There was a slight crease in the very center of his chin that added to his appeal. Over six feet tall, he had a lean, muscular body lurking behind his jeans and T-shirt. There was no denying that Chase Mackey was still a jaw-dropper himself.

      “You look amazing,” he exclaimed—saying to her what she was thinking about him. “I don’t think I would have known you if we’d met on the street.”

      “I’m half the woman I was,” Hadley joked.

      “It’s more than the weight—”

      But years of carrying the weight had caused her to be very self-conscious, and while she was thrilled with his reaction, she couldn’t be comfortable under his scrutiny for long. And Neily was a built-in way out. So before he could go on with what he was about to say, Hadley interrupted him.

      “We can catch up later. I don’t know if you remember Neily Pratt or not, but she’s waiting in the living room to see you.”

      “Neily is here?” Logan said, stepping up behind Chase just then.

      “I remember the Pratt family,” Chase said, “but not specifically Neily… .”

      “She needs to see you,” Hadley repeated.

      “Hi,” Neily said, suddenly appearing from the living room to join them.

      Logan greeted Neily warmly and after some further back-and-forth that helped Chase place who she was, she said, “I apologize for being here the minute you walk in the door, Chase, and on the day before your wedding, Logan, but I’m afraid I’m here on business that couldn’t wait.”

      “Furniture business?” Logan asked.

      “Social-worker business. With Chase.”

      Chase and Logan looked as confused by that as Hadley was.

      “Maybe you and Chase should talk alone,” Hadley suggested out of courtesy, despite her own curiosity.

      “That’s okay,” Chase said. “I can’t imagine what business I could have with a social worker, but I’m probably gonna end up talking about it with you after the fact anyway, so we might as well skip a step.”

      Neily pointed over her shoulder in the direction from which she’d just come. “I have a file …”

      “Let’s all go in the living room, then,” Logan suggested.

      They did, with Neily returning to her spot on the sofa and Hadley taking the easy chair again while Chase and Logan remained standing, facing them.

      “I don’t know how much of your background you know, Chase,” Neily began.

      “I was orphaned at three when my folks were killed in a car accident—about six months after we moved to Northbridge,” Chase supplied.

      “And did you know that you had siblings? “

      That was not anything Hadley had ever heard, and from the look on Chase’s face, it was news to him, too.

      “There was just me,” he claimed.

      “Actually, there was also an older half sister, a younger sister and two younger brothers—twins,” Neily said, opening the file that she’d taken onto her lap.

      Chase focused on Logan. “Is this a welcome-home prank?”

      Logan seemed dumbfounded himself as he shook his head. “Like I don’t have enough going on with the wedding?”

      “It isn’t a prank,” Neily assured them.

      “I don’t remember any brothers or sisters,” Chase said.

      “According to the file, you were barely three—in fact you were a month short,” Neily said patiently. “We don’t actually begin to retain memory until about four unless it’s something traumatic. But by the same token, a traumatic event—like losing your family, being taken out of your home—could wipe out some memories, too. What do you recall?”

      “My earliest memory is of the boys’ home. There were some dreams … But that’s all they were—dreams.”

      “If they involved sisters and brothers, they weren’t just dreams. They must have been your brain’s way of reminding you. What about your parents—do you remember them?”

      Chase shook his head. “Not really. I have an old wedding picture of them that I’ve stared at enough to know their faces and I think that’s sort of become my memory of them. But to say that I actually remember anything about them—the way they looked other than that picture, or the sound of their voices or ever being with them? No, I don’t. Still, it seems like if I’d ever had brothers and sisters I would have remembered that,” he said.

      “But you don’t,” Neily concluded. “And you do have them. Your older sister—her name was Angie Cragen—”

      “Was?” Logan interjected.

      “Was,” Neily confirmed. “She was actually your half sister, Chase. Your mother had her when she was seventeen and never married her father. But Angie Cragen