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He'd damn near drowned in the pool
    out back when he'd slipped on his way in. Once he'd chased Jimmy Barker around the house, until
    Jimmy tripped and knocked out a front tooth. Beyond the backyard pool were woods where he'd often
    hung out when he wanted to be alone.
    Some things hadn't changed; others had changed irrevocably.
    What would his sisters look like now?
    Would they appear as deteriorated and rundown as the house? Did he even care?
    He pushed away from the rental, locked the doors with the remote, and pocketed the keys in his
    jeans. Reflective sunglasses shielded his eyes as he strode up the walkway to the front door. Lead
    rested in his chest and an invisible fist squeezed his throat, but he didn't hesitate. He was many
    things, but not a coward.
    He knocked and waited.
    And waited some more.
    Had he come al this way only to find an empty house? Should he hang around for a while or come
    back later?
    After a minute, Dean thought he heard a splash from the backyard. Maybe everyone was out back,
    enjoying the summer day by the pool. With his fingers tucked in his front pockets, he left the porch
    and wandered around the side of the house. There were a lot of weeds in the yard, but the mowed
    lawn kept them mostly hidden.
    Halfway around the house, he detected feminine chitchat.
    More specifical y, he detected Eve's husky voice.
    The lead started to burn, and the fist opened on his windpipe to al ow deeper breaths.
    Ripe with curiosity, he rounded the corner—and found two women lounging poolside. They were
    perpendicular to him, facing the sun, and very distracted.
    One woman wore a big floppy hat and sunglasses, with a blue, one-piece tank-style suit. Somehow
    he knew it was Camil e in that conservative swimsuit. He felt it like a great gnawing ache, and for a
    few seconds, he couldn't pul his eyes away from her.
    His sister—al grown up, slim, tal , and obviously modest given her choice of swimwear.
    An unfamiliar ache, similar to longing, tried to expand. Dean ruthlessly tamped it down and
    transferred his gaze to the other woman.
    Eve.
    She wore a skimpy black bikini, showing off a lot of cleavage, sun-kissed skin, and a tantalizing bel y
    button ring that glinted in the bright summer sunshine.
    "You won't believe what I did last night."
    As Dean watched, she slicked back her dark hair. She was stil wet, thin water rivulets trickling along
    her throat, her bel y, and her thighs.
    Predatory instincts kicked hard, curling Dean's mouth into a smile. This feeling he understood. It was
    lust. The love of the chase. Carnal excitement.
    Meeting his sisters alone would be awkward. Having Eve around would blunt the impact. He couldn't
    have planned this better.
    "With you," Camil e said, "I'l believe it. Now give."
    "I met a man."
    With her hat pul ed low over her eyes, Cam laughed. "Yeah, so?" She stirred just a little, shifting one long leg. "You tend to meet men everywhere you go. Nothing new in that. You're like a magnet."
    "You get your own share of looks."
    "Maybe. But not the same kind of looks you get."
    Dean could believe that. Eve had a sensual charisma that he hadn't encountered with too many
    women. Last night she'd drawn him on every level. If only that ass Roger hadn't interrupted.
    Eve's toes curled. "Yeah, wel , this time... I looked back."
    "So?"
    "And ... I did more than look."
    Cam became more alert. "Like?"
    For one moment, Eve covered her face, then with a groan she dropped her arms wide. "I was bad."
    "Um hmm. How bad?"
    Not bad enough, Dean thought. But he stayed silent, listening. Putting off the inevitable meeting with
    Cam.
    Grinning, Eve turned her head toward his sister. "Outright scandalous."
    As Dean moseyed closer, his feet made no noise on the lush lawn and the women didn't notice him.
    Given he was the topic of their chatter, that suited him just fine. He parked himself against a warped
    railing around the back deck and settled in to listen.
    Cam laughed again—not the little girl