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relaxing and amusing, and he hadfound her bright, witty, and glowing with an enthusiasm that was very refreshing. “I was thinking I’d like another cup of coffee.”
    She raised a skeptical brow but stood up and crossed the room to the coffeemaker on a cabinet.
    She had an intriguingly pert bottom, Brody thought appreciatively, and the jeans molded it quite satisfactorily. He would like to mold it himself, run his palm over that delicious curve, feel the muscles flex at his touch. Perhaps he would have her bend down and—
    She was coming back to him, setting the cup before him with a bright smile. “Coffee. Now you must finish the quiche.”
    His hand closed on her wrist. It was time to end it. The muscles of his stomach were knotting, his groin swelling and aching. If he didn’t get her into the bedroom soon, he’d be taking her on this kitchen chair. “Call Marceline’s.”
    Her eyes widened in surprise. “But I told you that I already called her.”
    He swiveled around on the chair so that she was between his legs. She smelled of clean soap and something sweetly floral, and her skin was even more velvety up close. His hand on her wrist was trembling, he noticed in amazement. He tightened his grip until he could feel the birdlike fragility of bone beneath the soft skin. His thumb slowly stroked the inside of her wrist, feeling the pulse leap beneath his touch. “Call her back. Tell her I’ve changed my mind.”
    She seemed to be holding her breath. “You don’t want a woman?”
    He lifted her wrist to his lips and his tongue licked delicately at the tracery of blue veins beneath the thin skin. “I didn’t say that. I just decided I’d like to try something different.”
    She was staring at him dumbfounded. “Different?”
    His knees closed, holding her captive. He could feel the warmth of her beneath the layers of material separating them. To hell with going to the bedroom. “You,” he said thickly. “Take off that damn Donald Duck shirt. I don’t want him looking at me accusingly when I—”
    “You want
me
?” Her voice was not only stunned, it was panic-stricken. “But you can’t, that’s not possible. You only like blondes.”
    His hand released her wrist and traveled around to cup the curve of her bottom. It felt as good as he had thought it would. “I don’t want to get into a rut.” His eyes twinkled. “Not that I’m unalterably opposed to that state. There are ruts and then there are ruts.”
    “I’m too thin. And I have very small breasts.”
    “Yes, and you have a fantastic derriere.” He leaned forward, his open lips nuzzling her nipple through the T-shirt.
    “No!” Her hands were on his shoulders, attempting to push away from him. “You aren’t supposed to …” She backed away from him, her face aflame. “You can’t do this.”
    “Try me.” He stood up. “If there’s a problemabout the other woman they’re sending, tell Marceline I’ll pay for both of you.” He inched even closer. “She won’t mind.”
    “You don’t understand.” Her hands went to her hot cheeks. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I’m not the sort of woman you want. This is most disconcerting.”
    He frowned. “Why? This is why you came here, so don’t start playing silly games.”
    “No games.” One hand ran distractedly through the sleekness of her hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
    “Well, I do. First, we take off Donald Duck. Then we sit down, and I—”
    “No, it’s impossible. You don’t understand.”
    His smile faded. “You keep saying that,” he said with soft menace. “What I do understand is that I’ve decided I want you, and you’re acting like a damn whimpering virgin. I also understand that I’m getting mad as hell. Is there anything else I should understand?”
    “Yes.” She sighed resignedly. “One more thing.”
    “Would you care to enlighten me as to what that is?”
    “I’m your sister.”

Two
    He went still. “Would you mind repeating