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moment. Sabrina was shorter than Nina by a couple of inches, but Sabrina was stunningly gorgeous. The two were exact opposites and Sabrina took after their mother’s looks with her fiery red hair, sparkling green eyes and voluptuous figure in a petite frame. Nina was taller, almost five feet, eight inches tall, a requirement for dancing in one of the Las Vegas shows. But Nina had jet black hair and crystal blue eyes that were staring at her sister with concern. How could Sabrina not know how beautiful she was? Her sister was ripe for someone like Sid Matthews to hurt her. Sabrina was too beautiful and definitely too sweet and gullible.
    Seeing the excitement in her sister’s eyes, Nina knew there wasn’t anything she could say to talk her sister out of the dinner tonight. “He doesn’t play by the same rules we do, Sabrina,” she said softly. “Watch yourself.”
    “I know,” and Sabrina took a long sip of the coffee. She turned pleading eyes towards Nina as she explained, “He didn’t have anything to do today and its Christmas. No one should be alone on Christmas, Nina.”
Nina sighed and shook her head. “You’re too soft, Sabrina. Watch yourself around him.”
    “I will,” she promised. “No falling in love with Sid Matthews!” she said, crossing her fingers over her chest and raising three fingers in the air like a girl scout oath. “But right now, I want to know what is in those boxes,” she said, referring to the presents that were now sitting underneath the tree in her family room. “You know how I can’t stand secrets,” she said.
    Nina laughed as she followed Sabrina into the family room and the two of them sat down and opened presents with their coffee in hand. There were several for each of them since their parents had shipped out a large box filled with wrapped presents earlier in the week, plus the ones each of the two sisters gave to each other.
    Once the presents were opened, the two of them heated up the egg casserole and split it between the two of them, reminiscing over previous Christmas mornings, laughing about their childhood foibles and teenager whims.
    All too soon, Nina took off to get ready for the evening’s shows at Solara and Sabrina was left to her thoughts and anxiety over Sid Matthews coming to her house for dinner. Nervously, she raced through her small house, cleaning everything from top to bottom, trying to see how things might look from his point of view. Was it frumpy? Or maybe too cottage-like? She knew Sid was more sophisticated so would her comfortable, overstuffed furniture covered in flowery fabric and pretty plaids or stripes make him feel uncomfortable? Should she hide some of the cut flowers?
    Shaking her head, she realized she was a nervous wreck and it would only get worse if she didn’t stop second guessing herself. It was ridiculous to try and figure out what Sid Matthews liked or disliked. If he was uncomfortable, then he could just deal with it, she thought with a firm nod of her head.
    Close to the time everyone was scheduled to arrive, Sabrina was chopping onions and other vegetables, her mind going through all the reasons she should call Sid and tell him that the dinner was canceled. Her sister was right. Sid played by different rules. Rules she couldn’t even fathom. Inviting a man like Sid Matthews to dinner asking for punishment in one way or another. She would have to be careful and make sure she protected herself.
    A knock sounded on her door and she called out to enter, assuming it was one of her neighbors who was arriving early. “Come on in,” she called out, still dancing to the Christmas music playing on the stereo.
    Sid walked into the cottage style house and followed the music to the back where the delicious smells of cooking were emanating from. Once he reached the doorway to the kitchen, he stood still, admiring the view of Sabrina dancing in her small kitchen. Gone were the business suits that covered her from her neck to her ankles