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because my dear brother threatened to smash his face in,” Chance said with a wide smile. “See, Regan, we didn’t want anyone kissing you.”
    “Nice. So while I’m all virginal—”
    “You were fourteen .” Warrick couldn’t help it. He growled.
    “—you two are getting lucky every which way! Yeah, we all heard about the Swoony Starrs. How you were getting laid all over the place.”
    “So not true,” Chance denied. “Not until we hit nineteen. Then we were whores. I admit it.” He flinched when Warrick slapped him on the back of the head. “What? You wanted me to be honest with her. So I am.”
    She started to smile, then saw him looking at her and cleared her expression. “Okay. So you weren’t intentionally mean. I can understand that. You even, in your own weird way, tried to save me from disgrace. Which in high school might have been scarring. But why the no kissing?”
    Warrick let Chance take over. His brother was much smoother with words than he could ever hope to be.
    “Because, sweetheart, we were supposed to be your first kiss. And your last.”
    Regan goggled at them, not sure she’d heard right. “Come again?”
    “We’ll get to that soon enough,” Chance said with a smirk.
    When she caught his meaning, she flushed. “Just explain what you meant. This isn’t funny anymore.” To think that all that time they’d been trying to help her, not hurt her, put a new spin on things. She didn’t absolve them of all their crimes, because they might have explained themselves long ago and saved her the heartache of moving. Then again, maybe all this was a joke. Get her to believe they were good guys. Then somehow force her to admit she’d had a crush once—and still did, despite knowing how stupid she was—then drop the ball on her again .
    “You’re right,” Warrick spoke. The normally silent twin, the dark, brooding giant with fathomless eyes who carried the weight of responsibility on his broad shoulders at all times.
    Despite the men being twins, Warrick had always seemed taller and tougher, while Chance seemed happier, lighter and not as mean. Anyone could tell by looking at them that they were identical in all ways except for their hair. Black, shoulder-length silk framed Warrick’s face, and cropped strands of white blond capped Chance.
    “Right?” she parroted Warrick.
    “About this not being funny. We’re Becoming, Regan. You know what that means.”
    “You’re coming into your full power.”
    “Yes, but it’s more than that. We need the connection, that special someone who will connect us to the Great Mother as well as to each other.” He sounded serious.
    “You’re connected. You’re freakin’ twins.”
    Chance cut in. “Yes, but we’re not whole. We haven’t been for a long time. Not since you left.”
    She stared at them wide-eyed. “You want me to be your familiar?”
    Warrick blinked at her. Chance opened and closed his mouth. Then they both looked at each other, and she felt the push of energy signalling their telepathy.
    Chance broke the eye contact and looked at her once more. “Our familiar? Not exactly.”
    “How exactly?”
    “In a way, yes, we want your help. But it’s more than that. We figure we owe you more than we can say.”
    “Well, yeah, you do. I guess.” Bummer that they were stealing her thunder. She didn’t think she could feel right about messing with them now. That’s if I believe them. Which I don’t know yet. No. Don’t fall for the looks and charm and talk about missing me. Gah. Weak, weak woman. Grow a pair, Regan.
    She swallowed hard, aware of their lingering stares that had begun to drift over her body. Her aunt’s sweater clung to her breasts like a second skin. And the pants made it difficult to sit without dying, they were so tight. Aunt Olivia weighed a good twenty pounds less than Regan on a good day.
    She took a deep breath and saw Chance lick his lips as he stared at her hard, traitorous nipples. “Right. So now