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clients coming in and out, Ryan didn’t consider it the ideal place to raise a child.
    Surely his niece would be thrilled to find out she had a sane and stable uncle and family who wanted her. Well, he wanted her. The rest of the family, with the exception of his uncle Russ, wasn’t so keen on bringing “his delinquent sister’s child” back into the fold. He’d have to deal with his uptight parents later. In the meantime, he drew a deep breath, stepped from the car and straightened his tie before heading toward the house.
    Music and laughter sounded from behind the home and when nobody answered the doorbell, he followed the path that led to the backyard. He looked around, taking in the sights. A disc jockey played loud music while a monkey—he blinked, certain he was seeing things, and looked again. Damn, it was a monkey, dancing onstage with a pretty blond teen.
    He wondered if the girl was his niece and his heart twisted tight in his chest. A bunch of kids ran by him, laughing and giggling. He glanced up at the clear blue sky and for the first time he noticed, draped between two large trees, a banner that said Happy Birthday, Sam. Welcome to the Family.
    A sick feeling of unease settled in his gut as he realized he wouldn’t be waltzing in and rescuing his sister’s child from an unfit, uncaring environment. Certain he needed to rethink and devise a new approach, he turned to leave when a light touch on his arm stopped him.
    â€œYou’re here!” a female voice said.
    He turned to see an attractive woman wearing a bright red kimono with long black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her outfit was unique and inexplicable. Where he came from, women dressed in designer dresses and suits. He didn’t know what to make of the middle-aged geisha woman appraising him with frank, interested green eyes that made him squirm.
    â€œI’m Elena Costas.” She treated him to a welcoming smile. “You must be the new man from Social Services. I know our caseworker is on vacation but she promised she’d send someone in her place to wish Sam a happy birthday—which you can do in a minute. Please, first come and meet my husband.”
    A hint of Greek accented her speech and she spoke quickly without taking a breath, giving him no time to insert a word until she’d finished.
    He wasn’t the man from Social Services and it was best she knew it up front. “I think you’re confusing me—”
    Ignoring his protest, she grabbed his hand, pulling him farther into the crowd.
    He groaned aloud but resigned himself to going along. Short of digging in his heels, nothing would stop this determined woman, but that didn’t ease his sense of guilt. Trained by his parents, Ryan typically behaved above reproach. He preferred not to lie or cheat, but this woman had presented him with an opportunity. If Sam’s foster family thought he was a social worker, they wouldn’t turn him away.
    Besides, he had no idea how Sam would react to him showing up in her life and he appreciated the chance to observe his niece and figure out a plan that would benefit them both. He assuaged his conscience by promising himself he’d correct the false assumption before any real damage was done.
    Unfortunately they didn’t get far before they were stopped again.
    â€œHalt,” demanded a beautiful woman, a younger version of the one holding his hand.
    Ryan couldn’t help but stare. Her silky black hair twisted around shoulders bared by a lime-green halter top tucked into a pair of faded jeans. The shirt’s bright color complemented her Mediterranean skin tone, which glowed beneath the afternoon sun. She completely entranced him.
    The older woman he’d begun to think of as a tornado came to a stop and uttered a few words in Greek to her that he didn’t understand before switching to perfect English.
    â€œZoe, this man is the replacement from Social