Clint was at Jesse’s checking his mare, or rather, checking out Jesse. Alex let out a snigger as his nose led him to the stove. Poor Clint. He went around like he’d been pole- axed half the time. Didn’t anyone else catch those glances Jesse gave him when she thought no one noticed? Good grief, he thought as he got a plate out of the cabinet, they might as well admit they were sleeping together. His brother obviously didn’t have an ‘ick’ factor when it came to Jesse, but something ate at Clint. And being Clint, he wouldn’t spill his guts to his baby brother. Heath told everyone he and Nicolette were working together on her drug rehabilitation program, Renewed Hope. Or that was his story. Alex saw the heartache in Heath’s eyes, the way he looked when he talked about Nicolette. The man was up to his eyeballs in love and sinking faster. But Heath wouldn’t move on Nicolette—not the wife of his best friend, even if his best friend had died. Alex shook his head and opened the oven.
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