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Hardwood By Kassandra Lea “Seeley?” the feminine voice barely registered. “Are you listening to me, Seeley?” Seeley Frain leaned casually against his Audi sedan, his left hand in the pocket of his black slacks. A few moments before he’d pulled up at the curb outside of a house currently getting a heavy-duty makeover. As he drew the key from the ignition his phone went off and he considered letting it go to voicemail, but he knew ignoring his sister during one of her hormonal pregnant unburdenings, usually about her husband, would only lead to an angry call later. So he picked up, slipping out of the car and walking around the front. The conversation took its usual route starting with pleasantries and a quick report about their parents’ current trip through Scotland. Then it segued into