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topped off at six feet six and was gorgeous enough to make even Dez feel a twinge of envy. She liked to think that if she had been born a boy she would have been blessed with identically good looks. As it was, she did the best that she could.
    “Nice to see you, too, Desiree,” he said.
    “You shouldn’t lie and chew at the same time, Derrick. Bad for you.”
    A long time ago she and Derrick had been very close. They shared a lot of the same habits, the same style of dress, even an interest in the same girls. They had even gone out on a triad date with a hot little girl who couldn’t decide if she liked girls or boys. That was in the seventh grade. They didn’t hang out too much these days.
    Dez turned to her brother’s lunch companion. Now this was far more interesting. His date was soft femininity itself with her striking features and thick hair pulled back from her round face into a flyaway halo of coils and curls. Her hair burned like the color of the desert at sunrise, bright and dark and pale at once. Dez liked what she saw of this woman’s lush, ripe body. She liked it very much. The woman stared at Dez with naked curiosity, her fork resting against a lower lip bare of lipstick.
    “I don’t think we’ve met.” Dez offered her hand and a smile. “Dez Nichols.”
    This woman, all whiskey gold skin and wide eyes, put aside her fork before taking Dez’s hand. “Victoria Jackson. Tori.”
    Victoria. Dez liked the name. So proper, yet it conjured thoughts of old books and sex, reaching under a long skirt, pussy-slick fingers gripping shelves heaving from the pressure of two joined bodies.
    Dez warmed up her smile, resisting the urge to drop her gaze to the swell of cleavage in the neckline of Victoria’s cream-colored blouse. Her brother had been hiding this jewel of his since college. She remembered him saying how brilliant she was, and how unavailable.
    “So you’re the one.” Dez released the other woman’s hand and glanced at her brother before bringing her eyes back to rest on Victoria’s . . . face. “Derrick never said how beautiful you were.”
    Her brother looked at her as if she just put a dirty tampon on the table. Victoria blinked, caught between flattery and outrage, or so Dez thought.
    “By the way,” Dez smiled at her brother. “Since Mama is getting in around lunchtime on Thursday, why don’t we just go pick her up together? I know that she’d be glad to—”
    “Here you go, darlin.’ Hot and fresh just like you like it.” Gina winked as she slid the nicely boxed lunch under Dez’s nose and bent her decorated cleavage for the whole table’s inspection.
    “Thanks, Gina.” And just for the hell of it, Dez tucked a five-dollar bill between the ivy-tattooed breasts. “See you later in the week.”
    The waitress grinned and disappeared.
    “That was tacky of you, Dez.” Her brother leveled a disapproving frown on her.
    “What? Jealous?”
    “Don’t be stupid.”
    She turned to Derrick’s friend. “Do you think that was tacky of me, Victoria?”
    The woman blinked again, but followed it with a smile.
    “Gina—was that her name?”—she continued at Dez’s amused nod—“seemed to enjoy it, so . . .” She shrugged and smiled. “Besides, I’ve never been one to school anyone else on tacky behavior. You should’ve seen me in high school.”
    “What, two years ago?” Dez grinned and leaned in closer.
    Victoria laughed. “You are a big flirt, aren’t you?”
    “The biggest. I’m glad you’re not taking offense. You’re very attractive, and I don’t think a woman can be told that enough.”
    “Only women?”
    “Well, of course, men too. But not by me.”
    Victoria laughed again, stirring the mouthwatering flesh just above her neckline. She knew Dez was looking.
    Derrick had had enough. “Did you want anything in particular, Dez?”
    “Hm, nothing much, brother dearest. Just stopped by to say hello and bask in the glow of your gracious company before I go back