“I thought you promised we weren't going to have to worry about you anymore," he said.

Kevin shrugged. "If I hadn't drawn the short straw, I would have been in Florida on a drug bust instead of delivering a prisoner. It wasn't my fault." He grinned. "Not that I'm complaining. If I hadn't been in Kansas, I wouldn't have met Haley."

“A minister's daughter," Nash repeated. "I still can't believe it. So where did you two hook up? Church?"

“A bar." The answer came from the doorway. Nash turned and saw a young woman walking into the parlor. As he stood he saw she was of medium height, with short fluffy blond hair and hazel eyes. She was pretty enough, curvy, dressed in a snug T-shirt and shorts. His gaze automatically went to her bare legs and he waited for the kind of reaction he'd experienced when he'd seen that sliver of Stephanie's stomach that morning.

Nothing.

Which didn't make sense. If he hadn't had sex in forever and he was finally starting to feel something, why didn't Haley ring any bells?

“You must be Nash," Haley said as she approached. She tilted her head. "Wow-you're tall, like Kevin, and really nice-looking. The same dark hair and dark eyes, but you don't look very much alike." She wrinkled her nose. "What is it with this gene pool? Aren't any of you going to be fat or balding or at least kind of unattractive?" Kevin beamed at his fiancée. He wrapped an arm around her and brushed a kiss against her temple. "Haley speaks her mind. You'll get used to it."

“If not, I'm sure you're polite enough not to say anything to my face," Haley said cheerfully.

She sank onto the sofa, pulling Kevin next to her. Nash sat down, as well. After linking hands with Kevin, Haley leaned forward and studied Nash.

“I'm really excited about the whole brother-in-law thing," she told him. "I'm an only child.