She smiled, clearly amused. “If you’re trying to make me feel old, mission accomplished.”There was nothing remotely old about the woman standing in front of him. She radiated easy power—the kind that said she could be president, helm a starship, or feed a hundred people dinner without breaking a sweat.He had no idea why the light humor in her eyes suddenly went supernova.And no idea why he was still standing in the doorway of the Sullivan family home. “I’m supposed to be meeting Nell today. This was the address your receptionist gave me.”“She sent you to the right place.” Retha pulled the door open wider and slung a companionable hand through his arm. “Come back to the kitchen first, and I’ll send you down to The Dungeon bearing refreshments. Jamie and Nell are cleaning motherboards this morning, and there’s been a fair amount of cursing.”He wiggled his arm—and decided very quickly that escape wasn’t an option. “You run a gaming empire out of your basement?” Retha shot him a grin that looked disconcertingly like the one that belonged to her daughter. “If it’s an empire you’re looking for, I hear there’s an opening in marketing downtown.”He shuddered. God save him from marketing dweebs and a dress code that required socks and ties. She glanced in the direction of his feet, chuckling. “I think you’ll do, Mr.
