interact with them. Looked like she was going to have a crash course in how to relate to children. Probably a good thing if she hoped to become a mother to her nephew. She threw a panicked glance to Adam. Why did the amused approval in his gaze make her want to succeed? * * * Adam couldnât believe the change in Lana as she and the twins decorated cookies. She glowed. Her dark eyes gleamed from within and the easy laughs and giggles were nothing like the stoic and aloof person heâd met last month. âSheâs good with the kids,â Ruth commented. âYeah, she is.â âYou sound surprised.â He turned to his sister-in-law. âI am. She said she hasnât been around children.â âWell, sheâs doing fine.â Ruth grabbed the handle of one of the rolling suitcases. âLetâs put these in the guest room.â Tugging the other case and Lanaâs large bag, he followed Ruth upstairs to the room heâd used when heâd landed here after his FBI career died a flaming death. The room looked the same. A full-size bed, dresser, TV, nightstand and chair in the corner. The blinds were open, letting the sunlight splash across the flowery bedspread. Too frilly for his taste but comfortable. Ruth leaned against the doorjamb. âSo spill. Whatâs going on? Why is she in hiding?â Adam explained the situation. Ruth whistled. âThat stinks. I like her.â âYou just met her.â With a shrug and grin, Ruth countered, âI have good people instincts. If you recall I warned you that Shelia wasnât a good fit for you.â He did remember. Ruth had tried to tell him Shelia wasnât the right woman for him. But heâd had to discover that his college sweetheart hadnât wanted to be the wife of an FBI agent. Sheâd broken off their relationship when he was accepted into the academy. He decided then not to get involved again until he was ready to settle down. So far heâd kept that vow and intended to until he returned to Colorado. âLana is a nice woman.â Though he hadnât thought that at first. A good lesson in not judging a person on first impressions. âSheâs pretty, too.â Ruthâs eyes gleamed. âAnd she lives here. You know Iâve put in for a transfer back home.â Ruth sighed. âI know. Iâm not happy about it.â She pushed away from the door. âI hope you find the arrow and nail the jerk to the wall for hurting Lana.â âThatâs the plan.â They headed downstairs. Lana stood at the back patio door watching the twins playing with Ace and Tink. She turned as they approached. The softness in her gaze and the tender smile on her lovely face smacked Adam in the chest like the business end of the expandable baton hanging from his utility belt. Silhouetted by the sun, her long dark hair shone and her curvy figure made his mouth go dry. She was beautiful. He wished he could snap a photo of her. But using the camera on his phone probably wasnât a good idea. Not only would it be creepy, but would wipe away her smile in a heartbeat. âThey are so cute,â Lana said, turning back to watch the girls chasing the dogs. âAdam tells me youâre taking some vacation time from your job,â Ruth said. Lana nodded but didnât turn around. No doubt the subject hurt. Adam could see her smile fading and he hoped she didnât withdraw into herself. Ruth gestured to Lana and then to herself and mouthed, âWeâll be fine.â He hoped so. He didnât analyze why he was so worried about Lanaâs emotional health. He didnât normally go in for mushy stuff. He touched Lanaâs shoulder. âIâm going to head out. I have a meeting at headquarters. Do you have my card?â She faced him. âYes, I do.â For a moment a flare of panic glittered bright in her eyes before cooling. âThank