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around the farm. You could start running with her. I have a pair of shoes still in the box you can use. I’ll tell her I insist, if you want.”
    More news he didn’t like. He’d seen a few Eastern coyotes, so he understood Peter’s concern, and it was valid. Part wolf, they could grow to weigh seventy-five pounds or more. While most were opportunists and scavengers, like their Western coyote cousins, too many had exhibited wolf-like hunting behavior to be dismissed as harmless. There’d been at least one death in the province attributed to them. “Why haven’t you been running with her if it isn’t safe?”
    “I haven’t been home very much since she’s been here. When I am, she’s a little jumpy around me,” Peter said. “I didn’t want to push the issue. A few of the guys on the farm have taken dogs into the woods and they haven’t found any dens, so it’s not a huge worry. Just a concern.”
    The thought of running, especially early in the morning, held little appeal. Given a choice, Garrett would take weightlifting and swimming. Running wouldn’t give them much time to talk, but since Isabelle wasn’t proving to be much of a talker anyway, he could use the opportunity to build trust instead. It was better than nothing. “Please tell me she isn’t a long-distance marathoner.”
    Peter tipped his beer bottle at him, a faint smirk on his face. “Let’s just say if it comes to a race, she’s not the one who’s going to have to worry about coyotes.”
    “Hey there, little brother!”
    Garrett half turned at the interruption. Cheryl tottered across the grass toward him, a glass of red wine held high in one hand. He tried not to laugh. She hadn’t changed out of her office clothes yet, and crossing the lawn in those high heels had to be tricky.
    Thirty-seven years old, she was as pretty and bubbly as ever. Her eyes were the same color as his, and so was her hair, although she’d added blonde highlights to hers. No one who met them had ever missed the fact they were siblings, but where Garrett was broad and muscular, she was petite, almost delicate—living proof that appearances could be deceiving. According to the papers she was a shark in the courtroom, and he had more than thirty years’ worth of firsthand experience as to how determined she could be. It was no secret in the family as to who her eldest daughter got her bossiness from.
    Man, he loved her.
    So did her husband. Peter got to her first, lifting the glass from her hand and giving her a kiss that had Garrett shaking his head. “Cut it out, you two. There are children present. Not to mention, I may lose my lunch.”
    “You’re just jealous that I found someone awesome and you haven’t.” Cheryl held out her arms to him. Gold bangles jingled on one slim wrist. “Come here, you big, spoiled baby. I bought you a chocolate cheesecake for dessert.”
    “I knew you would, so if I’m spoiled, it’s all thanks to you.”
    As he hugged his sister, Garrett caught a glimpse of Isabelle, standing on the deck with a platter of steaks for the barbecue in her hands. She’d changed from the bikini into a short, tie-dyed, yellow silk dress that flowed like water over her curves. He’d seen similar dresses at the roadside markets throughout Southeast Asia. While simple in style, the colorful fabric and foreign cut, combined with her natural, light-olive complexion and dark eyes, gave her an exotic air. He couldn’t figure out why his first impression of her had been so far off base. She wasn’t plain.
    Not at all.
    But it was the wistful expression on her face, there for only a second, that gave him pause. From everything she’d said, and what he’d been able to learn, except for an irresponsible father who’d dragged her all over the world, she had no one. He had sisters, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… The list went on. He couldn’t imagine a life not filled with family.
    She carried the platter to the barbecue and would