“Yesterday.”

He nodded as if that were news to him. He didn’t think she would care for the fact that he’d given instructions at HomeMakers that he was to be notified whenever she came in or placed an order. “Some of the trim’s going to have to be replaced. I can swing by and help you with that.”

“You don’t have to bother. I can do it.”

“I like to work with wood when I have a chance.” He smiled easily, in a look that was casual, friend to friend. “It’s in the blood. How about the lighting? Did you decide?”

He’d succeeded in distracting her, he noted. She might not have been thrilled to have been hooked into a conversation with him, but she wasn’t thinking about the key right now. And she was eating.

He was crazy about her. Or maybe just plain crazy. It wasn’t as if the lady gave him any encouragement. She’d been prickly and cold since the first time he’d met her, nearly two months ago. Except for the single time he’d managed to catch her off guard and kiss her.

Nothing cold or prickly about that interlude, Brad remembered, and hoped she’d been just as surprised and unnerved by the experience as he had been.

Even now, if he let himself, he could build a very entertaining fantasy about doing little more than pressing his lips to the base of that lovely, long neck.

Then there was the kid. Simon had been the big bonus prize in this particular box of Cracker Jacks. Fun, bright, interesting, the boy was a complete pleasure. Even if he hadn’t been attracted to the mother, Brad would have spent time with the son.

The problem was, Simon was a lot more cooperative about spending time with him than Zoe was. So far. But Bradley Charles Vane IV had never given up on anything he wanted without a fight.

As he saw it, there were a number of battles about to be waged, and he intended to take an active part in all of them. He was here for her, and she’d just have to get used to it. He was here to help her. And he was here to have her.

Her brows drew together, and whatever she’d been saying about wiring and lighting systems dribbled to a halt. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

She leaned toward him just a tad—away, Brad noted, from her son’s sharp ears. “Like you’re about to take a bite out of me instead of what’s left of your scalloped potatoes.”

He leaned toward her, close enough to see her flinch. “I am going to take a bite out of you, Zoe. Just not right here and now.”

“I’ve got enough to think about without worrying about you.”

“You’ll have to make room.” He laid a hand over hers before she could draw away. “And think about this. Flynn was part of Malory’s quest. Jordan was part of Dana’s. Do the math, Zoe. We’re the only ones left.”

“I’m really good at math.” She tugged her hand free because the contact made her twitchy. “And the way I count it, I’m the one who’s left.”

“I guess we’ll see who’s better at adding and subtracting very soon.”

He left it at that and finished his wine.

BACK in the parlor, where they found coffee and wedges of apple pie thick enough to make even Simon’s eyes bug out, Malory rubbed a comforting hand up and down Zoe’s back. “Are you ready for this?”

“I’ve got to be, don’t I?”

“You’ve got us all with you. We’re a good team.”

“The best. It’s just that I thought I’d be prepared. I’ve had the most time to get prepared. I didn’t think I’d be this scared.”

“It was easiest for me.”

“How can you say that?” Baffled, Zoe shook her head. “You went into this knowing almost nothing.”

“Exactly. And you’ve got everything we’ve learned and experienced in the last two months running around in your head.” Her smile sympathetic, Malory gave Zoe’s hand a squeeze. “Plenty of it’s scary. And there’s more. When we started this we weren’t as involved. With each other, with Rowena and Pitte, with the daughters. Everything matters more now than it did two months ago.”

Zoe let out a shaky breath. “You’re not making me feel any better.”

“I don’t mean to. You’ve got a big load to carry, Zoe, and sometimes you’re going to have to carry it yourself, no matter how much we want to take some of it off your hands.”

Malory looked up, pleased to see Dana coming toward them.

“What’s up?” Dana asked.

“A quick pep talk before we get started.” Malory took Zoe’s hand again. “Kane will try to hurt you. He’ll try to trick you. In fact—and I’ve thought a lot about this—because this is the last round, win or lose all, he’s going to be only more determined to stop you.”

Dana took Zoe’s other hand. “Feeling peppy yet?”

“I’ve thought a lot about it, too. I’m afraid of him.” Zoe squared her shoulders. “I think you’re telling me I should be afraid. That if I’m really going to be prepared, I should be afraid.”

“That’s exactly it.”

“Then I guess I’m as ready as I’m going to get. I need to talk to Rowena before she takes us into the portrait room. I’ve got one stipulation before we move to the next stage.”

She looked over, hissed under her breath as she saw Rowena already in deep discussion with Brad. “Why is he everywhere I want to be?”

“Good question.” Dana gave her a quick pat on the back.

Malory waited until Zoe started across the room. “Dana? I’m scared, too.”

“Well, that makes three of us.”

Zoe stopped in front of Rowena, cleared her throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt. Rowena, I need to speak to you for a minute, before we get started on the next . . . thing.”

“Of course. I imagine it concerns what Brad and I were just discussing.”

“I don’t think so. It’s about Simon.”

“Yes.” In invitation, Rowena patted the cushion beside her. “Exactly. Bradley’s been very insistent that I do something tangible, something specific, about Simon.”

“Kane’s not going to touch the boy.” There was steel, cold and immovable, in Brad’s tone. “He’s not going to use the boy. Simon is to be taken out of the mix. That’s not negotiable.”