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she was an identical triplet. She couldn't believe that Grant Saxon—a big, handsome, rich pro football player—would actually want her! She thought he merely wanted to be seen with a Post triplet, that any one of us would do."
    "I remember Grant telling me about that. It frustrated the hell out of him." Caine flashed a sudden, devilish grin. "That and Miranda's virginity. But he got past both, didn't he? Her lack of self-confidence and her virginity."
    Juliet blushed scarlet. "I should have known you big-time lady-killers would indulge in locker room—style boasting!"
    "No boasting and no locker room, honey. I happened to stop by Grant's house one afternoon and found them—how shall I phrase it?—in a state of dishabille. Your sister was very relaxed and very content and very unvirginal."
    Juliet's blush deepened. "Will you kindly shut up?" she said crossly. "Grant had no business telling you Randi was a virgin in the first place."
    "He needed to talk to someone about it, and we've always been close. Hey, I've never mentioned it to a soul until now."
    "You make it sound like some kind of ... of abnormality!" She glowered at him, her tone defensive. "Like some deep, dark family skeleton."
    Caine stared at her assessingly, then his eyes suddenly widened with astonished perception. "Good Lord, don't tell me that you're one too!"
    "That's none of your business, Saxon!"
    "You are, aren't you? You're a virgin!"
    "It's not a crime. I'm not ashamed to admit it."
    "But you're blushing," he pointed out. "Your face is as red as a boiled lobster."
    "Your imagery leaves a lot to be desired, Saxon." She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him.
    "I think in terms of food. I run a restaurant, remember? How about this one? Your cheeks are as red as a ripe persimmon. Pink as a watermelon? Or a cherry—No, I'd better stay away from that one, hadn't I?"
    She leaped to her feet. "Saxon!"
    He laughed. "You should blush more often, Juliet. It makes your eyes an even deeper, darker blue." He stood up, close to her, and gazed down at her. "You really do have the most vivid blue eyes I've ever seen. Sometimes they look almost violet." He swallowed hard. "Like now."
    A sudden, sharp tension stretched between them. For one long moment everything in the background seemed to blur for Juliet as she and Caine stared at each other with an intensity and awareness that seemed to pulse as a tangible force.
    No , she thought grimly as she felt the tug of his attraction and fought against it. His powerful frame and rugged good looks exuded a compelling virility that most women would find irresistible, she knew. Had already found irresistible, judging by the number of framed photos in the Saxon brothers' restaurant. She had no intention of joining his legion of female admirers. She wasn't about to be the second Post to fall for a Saxon. Look at how disastrously things had turned out for Randi!
    Oh, no, Caine warned himself sternly as he struggled against the potent force of Juliet's beauty. She was lovely, slender but with delicate curves accentuating her soft, feminine form. And her eyes ... A man could lose himself in those big blue-violet eyes of hers. But he wasn't about to become the next Saxon to be tied in knots by a Post. She was a triplet—and a virgin! The combination had proven lethal to his brother's freedom and peace of mind. Caine Saxon was not about to become similarly ensnared!
    Juliet was the first to break the charged silence. "If you've said everything you came to say, I suggest you leave, Saxon."
    "Scared?" he taunted with a sardonic smile. "You needn't be. I have no interest in uptight little virgins."
    "That's good. Because I have no interest in aging playboy athletes."
    "I'm only thirty-four, for Pete's sake! That's hardly aging! And I'm not a playboy!"
    "Well, I'm not uptight."
    "Okay, okay. Look, Juliet, let's call a truce, shall we? We've both agreed that neither of us is susceptible to each other's . . . er,