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giggle that Dean remembered from long ago days, but a
    woman's laugh. "Scandalous, huh? Did you sleep with him?"
    "No! Of course not. I'd just met him." Eve hesitated before admitting, "But I wanted to. If Roger hadn't butted in, I think I might have."
    Dean knew she would have. Hel , she'd given off signals that a blind man couldn't have missed. And when he kissed her... He stil felt scorched, remembering it. They would have ended up in bed. He
    knew it. She knew it. But maybe she didn't want to tel Cam that.
    "Then you should be glad Roger butted in, huh?"
    ' Maybe." She closed her eyes again. "But Cam, he was the most gorgeous hunk of man I've ever
    seen. And it wasn't just his looks."
    "Keep talking."
    "I don't know. There was just something about him. He was so macho, without throwing it around, ya
    know? And ohmigod, he smel ed so good."
    Dean puzzled over that. He smel ed good?
    "I just... I wanted to eat him up."
    Shit. Much more talk like that and he'd have a boner. Maybe now was a good time to announce
    himself. He started to do just that, when Cam spoke again.
    "Tel me you got his number."
    Eve groaned. "I was hoping he'd ask for mine, but he didn't, and even though I'm bal sy, and even
    though he was the hunkiest hunk I've ever seen, I'm kind of glad I won't ever run into him again."
    "Why? You sound total y smitten."
    "I was total y in lust . I flirted. I kissed him." She bit her lip. "I made it clear that I was interested. And that's just it. I behaved like a ... a shameless hoochie." Eve covered her face again. "That's a tough act to back away from."
    Seeing his intro, Dean smiled and asked, "Was it an act?"
    The resulting female screeches could have peeled paint off the house. Both women scrambled fast
    to their feet. Cam pul ed on a terry cover-up.
    Eve didn't have a cover-up, thank God.
    She stared at him, her eyes an even more startling blue beneath the hot afternoon sun. Her cheeks
    flushed; her breasts heaved.
    Yeah, he could eat her up, too. Just not yet. But soon.
    Dean turned to his sister. "Camil e, right?"
    "Who are you?"
    Eve gasped. "He's the guy...." She floundered, gulped, and went al breathless. "The guy from last night. The one I was just tel ing you about."
    Immediately Cam stepped in front of her friend. "What are you doing here? You're on private
    property." She'd gone from sweet to Amazonian in a heartbeat. Even with the big-framed sunglasses
    concealing a good portion of her face, Dean could see her frown warning him away. "How did you
    know where to find her?"
    So she felt protective of Eve? Nice, not that Eve needed her protection. But he liked it that his sister
    had a backbone.
    "Actual y I was looking for you, not her." And to Eve, Dean said, "You're just a very nice bonus."
    Both women stared at him, mute.
    Sighing, Dean reached into his pocket and pul ed out the crumpled letter. "You wrote me. Back some
    months ago, I know, but I was traveling and it took a while for my mail to catch up to me."
    Cam pushed her glasses to the top of her head. "I wrote you?"
    Rather than try to explain, he stepped forward and extended her the letter. She stood about five-
    eight. Tal , like him, though he stil topped her by more than half a foot.
    Shaking, Cam accepted the wrinkled pieces of paper. She held them in both hands and stared at
    them, eyes blinking, lips caught in her teeth. When she looked up at Dean, her eyes were liquid with
    tears and that twice cursed hope.
    Shit, shit, shit. Dean prepared himself. Or at least he thought he did. But how the hel did a man
    prepare for a long-lost sister?
    "Dean?" Her voice went al high and sil y. "It's . . . it's real y you?"
    He didn't get a chance to reply. The next thing he knew, she had him clutched in a ferocious,
    unbreakable bear hug. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had plastered herself to him in a
    platonic way. Even before his mother died, she hadn't been a demonstrative woman. A pat on the
    head, a tickle beneath his chin . . . but