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years she imagined Rory and Alessandro joining her here. She hadn’t known their names; they had just been the two guys that came into the shop sometimes. Imagining them holding her in the ring of grass had given her some of the most earth-shattering orgasms of her life.
    Violet felt her body loosening as she thought of lying with them again. Why had they come back? What did they want from her?
    Squinting against the sunlight reflecting on the water, she realized Rory was once again staring at her. The glasses were no shield; she could feel his eyes on her. It was as if he knew what she was thinking. Her nipples pulsed and her breaths began to quicken.
    Shoving it away for a moment, she tried to concentrate on the questions floating through her mind. “Why did you guys come back to the shop?” she asked. “Hell, why did you come to the shop in the first place six weeks ago? Or even years ago?”
    Rory frowned and shoved his big hands in his pockets. It didn’t look like he liked the question but she needed to know. Reluctantly it seemed, he stepped off the rock and to her side, lowering himself down beside her. Violet was once again amazed at his size. His thighs bulged as he lowered himself, merely hinting at the power they contained.
    “I need to ask you a couple of questions first, if you don’t mind.”
    “Okay,” she agreed.
    “You say your grandfather brought you here. Did he ever explain to you what this place was?”
    Violet squinted until it hurt her bruised eye. “It’s just a park, isn’t it?”
    Rory shook his head. “No. It’s more than that. You feel drawn here. You want to stay here. You come when you’re down, right? You feel more relaxed in this spot than just about any place else on earth. Am I correct?”
    Violet was a little alarmed. How did he know what she felt here?
    “Yes,” she agreed finally.
    Rory nodded his head as if he had already known the answer. “And did your grandfather ever tell you about your history? Where you came from?”
    Shrugging, she folded her arms underneath her breasts, feeling a little chilled. “A little bit. We’re Irish, many generations ago. A little German.”
    Pushing his glasses up on his coppery hair, he rested his elbows on his upraised knees. “Where is your father, Violet? And your mother?”
    The bottom fell out of her stomach. The two questions she had no answer for. “I don’t know. I never knew my father. Grandad never met him. My mother ran away with him and got pregnant. Hell, they may still be together. She left me as a baby on my grandfather’s doorstep.”
    Rory’s full lips compressed and Violet realized he looked angry.
    “What?” she demanded.
    Rory sighed, rubbing both hands over his face. “I really wish old Keegan had told you about this.”
    Violet straightened in alarm. “What do you mean?” she demanded.
    “I, uh, talked to him a couple times over the years.”
    “About what?”
    For the first time Rory looked uncomfortable. “Mm, just stuff. We stopped there a time or two to have the car worked on. He was a very nice man.”
    Violet eased back at the explanation. It made sense. It would explain why she had seen them at the shop years ago too. “I remember seeing you come into the shop several years ago.”
    Rory looked thunderstruck. “You do?”
    Nodding her head, Violet looked down into the slowly churning water. “You and Sandro both came in the shop. I remember because you were so different. You definitely weren’t from Pickerington. Anybody could tell that just by looking at you. Grandad talked about you after you left. Said you were nice guys.”
    Looking back up, her eyes connected with his. “If you guys are from Missouri what are you doing out here? Five hundred miles and three states away?”
    For the second time in less than a minute he looked uncomfortable. “Looking for you.”
    Rory felt no satisfaction as he saw the genuine surprise on her face. Keegan hadn’t told her she would be a draw to