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me?”
    Tula frowned and pointed out, “Yeah, and I remember that Garret Hale was the giant weasel dog who did the actual dumping.”
    â€œTrue.” What kind of grown man took orders from his big brother? Anna wondered. But on the other hand, what kind of guy was Sam to step in and try to take over his younger brother’s life?
    â€œSo, how’d you happen to bump into Sam’s luscious mouth?”
    Anna glared at her. “What makes you think it’s luscious?”
    â€œI’m not blind, you know. I have seen the man from a distance.”
    And one look would be enough for most women to curl up and whimper at his feet. Not that she was going to be doing any whimpering, thanks very much. “It was an accident.”
    â€œSo you slipped and fell onto his mouth. Sure. As yourfriend, I’m happy to buy that lame explanation.” Tula took a sip of latte and leaned back against the counter. “The question is, why are you so touchy about it?”
    â€œBecause he was an ass and because I liked that kiss too much.”
    â€œAh, that I get,” Tula said, then straightened up, a look of horror on her face. “Oh, you never slept with Garret, did you?”
    â€œOf course not!” Anna practically recoiled at the idea. The few kisses she’d shared with Garret hadn’t exactly started a fire inside. “We only went out a few times.”
    â€œGood,” Tula said with a chuckle, “because that could have been awkward. No guy wants to think you’re comparing him to his own brother.”
    Remembering that long, amazing kiss under the mistletoe had Anna practically sighing. “Trust me when I say, there is no comparison.”
    â€œAha!” Tula crowed. “You’re all gooey-eyed and you just admitted that Sam’s a better kisser than Garret. The plot thickens.”
    Anna laughed a little. Impossible to be mad at Tula, especially when she was right. “There is no plot. He still thinks I set out to deliberately trap his precious brother into marrying me so I could save Dad’s company.”
    â€œWell, then, I don’t care how great a kisser he is—he’s an idiot.”
    â€œThanks, pal,” she said.
    â€œYou bet.” Tula watched her for a second or two, then apparently decided a change of subject was needed. “I’ve got to drive down to Long Beach to see my cousin Sherry.”
    Since Crystal Bay was in northern California, going to Long Beach in the southern half of the state was at least a seven-hour drive.
    â€œWhy are you going? You guys aren’t exactly close. Heck, it’s been six years since you’ve seen her.”
    Tula shrugged and took another sip of her latte. “Yeah, but we’re all the family either of us has…”
    â€œYou’ve always got me.”
    â€œI know,” she said with a smile. “And thanks. But Sherry called and said she really needs to see me.”
    â€œAnd she can’t come up here.”
    Wrinkling her nose, Tula said, “You know Sherry. Afraid of freeways, afraid of driving, afraid of flying…afraid, period. So I’m driving down today. Should be back in a few days. Want to have dinner when I get back?”
    â€œSure, just be safe and call if you need to. I know how Sherry gets to you.”
    Tula grinned. “I’m going to do a chant for patience all the way down the coast.”
    â€œGood idea,” Anna said, realizing how grateful she was that Tula had stopped by this morning. Just being around her friend made her feel more herself. She’d spent most of the night before thinking about Sam Hale and those two amazing kisses. And she so didn’t need to be thinking about him or his mouth, Anna told herself firmly.
    She was back to normal—despite being the topic of gossip all over town.
    She pushed that thought aside and tried to focus on work.
    â€œDid you call that Mrs. Soren