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you two were sending out were just that hot.”
    Yesterday morning Lille had been in the kitchen, enjoying her morning after working a shift on Friday. Max had come over to meet John for a run. He’d crossed the grass between his house and Mary’s, then walked through the back door, startling Lille with his sudden appearance in the kitchen. Even in running shorts and a T-shirt, he was big, brawny. His chest and shoulders had looked even broader than when she’d first met him, but his manners hadn’t improved much.
    â€œI’m after some coffee. I don’t suppose you’ve left any?”
    â€œI didn’t know you were coming,” Lille had replied with a mocking half smile and a flutter of her lashes.
    He’d grunted and turned away, giving her a fine view of his ass in his running shorts. He put on more coffee, not bothering to make conversation, and the two of them had proceeded to stare at each other like gunslingers across the kitchen until Carl had come in and broken up the tension.
    Lille pointed a finger at Carl. “You better not be angling for Max and me to get together, because beyond fucking him, I have no interest in a relationship.”
    Carl laughed. “I didn’t think you were fucking him, either, but good. Women who want relationships send Max into hiding.”
    â€œLike I care.” She tossed her hair.
    He chuckled again. “Well, then, it’s settled. We’ll have a family meeting and discuss your problem. I’m sure we can come up with a solution.”
    â€œProblem?” Lille huffed. She’d just told him the biggest secret of her life, and he referred to it as if it were about as important as a misfiled tax return.
    â€œAnd we’re not family.” Lille didn’t like the note of longing that colored her voice. It was not in her character.
    Carl straightened and gently pinched her chin in his fingers. “Sure we are, honey.”
    â€œAwesome,” exclaimed a voice from the door, which Carl had left cracked open when he’d come in earlier.
    The black eye of a camera had taken in at least part of their exchange. Lille tensed, wondering how much Kim had recorded of their conversation. Jordan, looking vaguely guilty, fluttered his hands behind Kim’s body.
    â€œSorry”—he made a face at Lille—“she promised to let me kiss her if I shut the fuck up and let her film.”
    â€œWhat did you hear?” Lille tried to sound nonchalant, but she pinned Jordan with a deadly stare. She didn’t remember seeing them in the doorway when she’d been talking about her father, but she wasn’t certain.
    â€œJust that you’re only interested in fucking Max, you don’t want to leave, and you have some kind of problem,” Jordan summarized immediately, wincing as if Lille were the glare of the sun in his eyes.
    Kim dropped the camera and grinned unrepentantly. “You know, you could kill with that look,” she informed Lille. “All the pervs on the Internet are going to love it. Oh, pretty lady’s gonna whip me good. Hello, millions of YouTube hits.” Kim had yet to convince Lille to put on a dominatrix costume and brandish a whip, but she’d been working on it.
    Lille turned on Carl. “Family, huh?”
    Carl shrugged. “It takes all kinds.”

CHAPTER Twelve

    Forty-five minutes after he’d eaten breakfast, Max could no longer take the peace and quiet of his house. He’d read the same paragraph in the biography of James Joyce three times, and he kept looking around for Bambi; John had taken her to the Box with him last night and hadn’t brought her back to Max yet this morning. Likely John was too busy in bed with Mary.
    When he couldn’t sit still another second, he changed into jogging shorts and a pair of running shoes, picked up his keys and cell phone and shoved them in his pockets, and went out the French doors in his kitchen.