Priceless. Sherryl Woods

you hear me?”

      Richard returned his glare with a look of pure innocence. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about. I just wanted to get to know your new friend.”

      “You say that as if you’d caught me on the playground with some girl in pigtails,” Mack grumbled.

      “Believe me, I am well aware that you’re past being infatuated with a kid. Those are definitely grown-up sparks flying between you and the doc.”

      “You’re crazy.”

      “I don’t think so,” Richard said. “Maybe I’ll have Melanie give her a call and set up dinner.”

      “You do and you’re a dead man,” Mack said fiercely. He didn’t want his brother, his aunt or anyone else messing with Beth’s head—or his, for that matter. “Leave it alone. This is not like that. Beth and I chat from time to time. We have coffee. It’s no big deal, and I don’t want to turn it into one.”

      Richard’s gaze narrowed. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

      “What was your first clue?” Mack retorted.

      To his consternation, Richard burst out laughing. “I’ll be damned,” he said. “Destiny’s done it again.”

      “Destiny hasn’t done a thing,” Mack shouted after him as Richard strolled off.

      Unfortunately, it was evident that his protest hadn’t done a thing to convince his brother. Heck, he wasn’t so sure he was buying it himself anymore.