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that anger out on your PC, I’m not surprised you’re screwed.”
    She hadn’t been screwed, that was her problem.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Wyatt.” He doffed an imaginary hat and with that simple tilt of his head, she was once again struck by his resemblance to…Damn, who was this guy? “Wyatt Harrison, the best in the business. So if you’d let me get back to it?”
    Chantal gripped the edge of the desk, reeling as the truth detonated. Wyatt Harrison had to be Zane’s half brother. Their coloring was different but those cheekbones, that jaw, even the head tilt, had been so similar she’d noticed the resemblance before he’d divulged his name.
    But if Zane hadn’t known his half-brothers existed until a few years ago, odds were Wyatt had no idea about his Aussie half-siblings either, so she had to tread carefully.
    “Any relation to Kurt Harrison?”
    She only just caught an exasperated sigh before Wyatt nodded. “He’s my brother. And no, I don’t play ball. Hate sports.” He brandished his keyboard. “Which is why I’m a geek and he’s a jock.”
    Wyatt placed the keyboard down and folded his arms, his lips compressed in a thin, angry line. “You angling to meet him?”
    “Hell, no,” she said, her vehemence garnering a glimmer of a smile from surly Wyatt.
    “You’d be the only woman in the country who didn’t want to use me to get to him.” He sounded resigned rather than bitter. “Anyway, how did you know?”
    “You look alike,” she said, wondering if he knew he had another brother he looked like.
    He grunted in response and pointed at the array of equipment in front of him. “Much as I’d like to make meaningless small talk, I need to get back to it.”
    Chantal wanted to say ‘take a chill pill, dude.’ What she said was, “Sure, sorry to interrupt.”
    Wyatt muttered something unintelligible and returned to his work, while she pondered the wisdom of letting Zane know one of his siblings was in her office right now.
    Would he thank her, or blame her for interfering? From his revelations last night, there had to be tension simmering beneath the surface. Resentment against his father, probably against his half-brothers too. Plus a whole stack of emotions she knew only too well.
    When she’d discovered she had a dad on her eighteenth birthday and learned he’d left Craye Canyon before she’d been born, she’d been angry. Furious, in fact, at her father for escaping the dead end town, something she’d longed to do growing up, and at her mother for driving him away with her drudgery. Because that’s what it had to have been, considering how boring her mom’s life was. How mundane and routine. Her step-daddy had been a serial cheater, and when her resentment really kicked in she’d wondered if her mom had driven him away too.
    Chantal had never forgiven her mom for not telling her dad she was pregnant, for allowing her dad to walk away without knowing he had a child on the way. She’d been in a constant rage over her mom’s failings when she first learned the truth. Then the sorrow had set in. And the self-pity. She’d been an unwanted child before she’d even been born.
    Thanks to her mom’s selfishness, she’d been robbed of eighteen possible years with her real father. Eighteen goddamn wasted years, when her mom had been too wrapped up in her church fetes and PTA meetings and bake sales, trying to maintain a façade of normalcy when in reality she had a crappy marriage and a daughter she didn’t care enough about.
    Chantal had left Craye Canyon shortly after she’d learned the truth and never looked back. And now, nineteen years later, had a real relationship with her dad, who lived in New York. They Skyped regularly, caught up in person several times a year. She treasured every moment, though it didn’t make up for those wasted years.
    She’d bet every last sequin in this place that Zane would give anything to have that with his dad. He wouldn’t have travelled