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  "Why the hell are you screaming? You broke in!"

  She stilled slightly and stared up at him, eyes wide with terror and temper. He loosened his grip. "Who are you?"

  "Who are you?"

  "I asked first."

  Her lower lip quivered slightly. "I'm Sophie's sister, Lucy."

  Sister? No wonder he'd thought the woman from the bar seemed familiar. They had the same dainty nose, the same fiery good looks, barring the hair color, the same great bod, but this one had a peculiar odor....

  "What's that smell?"

  Lucy turned up her nose. "My lucky charm—it's garlic and a few natural herbs."

  She was certifiable.

  "Now, mister, if you don't release me, I'm going to scream bloody murder and grab your balls and twist 'em until they fall off."

  Laughter sputtered from him, but the fierce wildcat eyes told him she'd try to fulfill her threat. He braced himself for control, difficult since he was running on forty-eight hours without sleep. "My name is Lance Summers. I'm the contractor your sister hired to renovate her house."

  "Oh." She relaxed slightly, her eyes skating over him, recognition dawning. "You're number two, the one who gave the dorky answers on her dating game show."

  He gritted his teeth. Had everyone in the United States watched that ridiculous episode? "Yep, that's me."

  "You need to work on your approach," she said, offering him a sweet smile as her gaze dropped to his hands where they still gripped her.

  He released her and stood, then extended a hand. "And you need to learn to use the door."

  "I forgot my key."

  "You could have knocked."

  "I didn't think anyone was home."

  Right. He explained his reasons for sacking out on the couch while she stooped to gather her suitcase. He had assumed they were her personal things, but he suddenly realized that the suitcase had been filled with sex toys. A rubber dildo had rolled to a stop beside his feet, a fake set of plastic boobs sat with jiggling nipples jutting heavenward in the corner, and chocolate-scented underwear fringed with licorice had caught on the lamp, looking oddly out of place next to the Victorian shade.

  Of course, the phone chose that time to ring. He glanced in the den, then realized it wasn't the home phone. Lucy dug around in her mammoth purse, extracted a cell phone, and flipped it open just as he spoke.

  "You can't stay here," he said. "I'll take you to a hotel."

  Lucy gave him an odd look, then said into the phone, "Oh, hey, Soph. I just got here." She shoved a mass of hair from her eyes. "No, you heard right. Your contractor just offered to take me to a hotel."

  Chapter 5

  Sophie clutched the phone in horror, reminders of her past life with Lucy-on-the-prowl floating back. Not that she blamed her little sister for attracting men—lust and Lucy were synonymous. But still, her baby sister possessed a naive innocence, and Sophie had lost boyfriends to luscious Lucy before, and Lance was... Lance.

  Damn it.

  She cleared her throat to find her voice. "You're going to a hotel with Lance?"

  "No." Lucy's voice sounded shaky. "After all, I just met the man. In fact, he attacked me when I came in."

  "Lance attacked you?"

  "Yes, well, actually I sort of fell all over him, but I couldn't help myself."

  Sophie gulped. Of course she couldn't. Lance was big and strong and masculine and the sexiest man she'd ever laid her eyes on. Lucy would think the same.

  "I had a few drinks earlier," Lucy babbled, "and later I danced with this cute salesguy I met on the plane, but then this security guard thought I was soliciting at the club; I mean, I only gave out a few business cards—"

  Typical Lucy story, ping-ponging all over the place. "Did you say soliciting?"

  "Can you imagine? Then I offered to give him some freebies from my kit, and the imbecile thought I was trying to bribe him."

  Oh, heavens, add bribing a cop to the charges. "Lucy, you weren't arrested, were you?" She envisioned the headlines now: Sophie Lane's Sister Arrested for Prostitution—Like Mother, Like Daughter.

  "No, of course not. I explained that I was showing off the stuff in my new kit to this man in the booth—"

  "What man in the booth?"

  "The hunky Norwegian one."

  "I'm not sure I want to hear any more."

  "It was perfectly innocent. Besides, there weren't any 'No soliciting' signs at the club."

  "What club? What kit?"

  "The... club, and the kit from Sleepover, Inc., party goods."

  Why would the cop think Lucy was bribing him with aromatherapy candles and lotion?

  A big yawn stretched over the line; then Lucy giggled. "Don't be shy, Lance; go ahead and feel my boob if you want."

  Sophie rubbed her temple where a headache pulsed. "What?"

  "I told him to feel—"

  "I heard that!" Sophie pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose. "But why did you tell him to feel it?"

  "Because he's staring at it," Lucy said on a sigh. "He might as well touch it if he's going to gape at it."

  "Lucy, are you doing drugs?"

  "Of course not."

  "You're drunk then."

  "Maybe a little tipsy." Her voice grew hushed. "Go ahead, Lance, play with it if you want. It's really firm."

  "Lucy!"

  "Well, he'll never buy it if he doesn't touch it and see how perky it is."

  Sophie groaned. "Put Lance on the phone."

  Lucy heaved another sigh. "All right, but ten more minutes, and I would have had him."

  Just what she was afraid of.

  Lucy would seduce Lance, then blab all of Sophie's secrets....

  * * *

  Lance gripped the phone, his stomach plummeting as he realized how Lucy's one-sided comments must have sounded. He'd been too poleaxed by the sight of all this... paraphernalia to hear the first part. Lucy had explained about her toy box, hadn't she?

  Did Sophie approve of her little sister carting around such outrageous stuff?

  "Sophie—"

  "Listen here, Lance Summers," Sophie lit into him without giving him a chance to speak, "if you lay one finger on my baby sister, I'll come back there and rip out your eyes."

  He swallowed hard. One sister wanted his balls, the other his eyes. He'd be dismembered before they finished with him. "Your baby sister is the one throwing her boobs all over the place. You should be talking to her, not to me."

  "Don't you dare put this off on her. She said you were looking at them."

  He glanced at the floor where the fake boobs still lay, springy and perky and too damn real-looking for comfort. "How can I not? They're huge and... all pink...." And those nipples look so real....

  Sophie's loud hiss echoed over the line, like a rattlesnake spitting poison. "I can't believe you're so crude. I really misjudged you."

  Him? What had he done wrong? He'd been trying to sleep on her lumpy, too-short couch in her stifling-hot den while she was cavorting half-naked with strangers.... "Listen, Sophie—"

  "You are not taking her to a hotel room, do you understand?"

  "I was simply trying to be a gentleman, considering her safety."

  "Safety? The only way she'll be safe is if you leave her alone."

  "I won't leave her alone here." How could he with the door missing? Any Tom, Dick, or serial killer could walk in off the streets and kill her. And what if that man from the bar had followed her? They'd practically been humping onstage.

  Static cut in over the line and Lance shook the phone, annoyed. "Are there any other siblings I should worry about dropping in?"

  "No." Their mother probably decided Lucy was trouble enough. "By the way, someone named Deseree called; she sounded very interested in your weekend date." Not that he was fishing for information...

  "Deseree called?"

  "Yes. Who is she anyway?"

  "Er... she runs a charity that I donate to regularly. I'll phone her back." Her last words came out
garbled; then he heard, "Remember, Lance, forget the hotel. And keep your hands off Lucy."

  He glanced at Lucy, who had knelt and was carefully organizing nude playing cards, body liqueurs, and edible G-strings in her silver case as if they were gold. Keeping his hands off her would not be a problem. The girl was a walking nutcase.

  But where would Sophie's hands be while he was playing guardian to her little sister? And how dare she accuse him of trying to seduce Lucy?

  What kind of man did she think he was?

  * * *

  The next day Sophie climbed into the limo to go to the airport. Lance Summers was the most infuriating man she had ever known. He'd rattled her so, she'd even resorted to lying about her own mother.

  How had she misjudged him so badly?

  Maddie.

  Lance was her best friend's brother, so she had listened to Maddie's unbridled descriptions of how Lance had sacrificed for her and Reid, how he'd forgone college and started his own business to pay off debts, and Sophie had thought they shared a kinship. After all, she'd practically raised her little sister, too. She'd had to be the responsible one. She'd had to take jobs she hadn't wanted to take. The soul mate she'd sensed in Lance must have been a figment of her imagination.

  Sucker.

  While she was on vacation, he was in her house. Planting his scent. Making friends with her cat. Touching her things.

  Lusting after Lucy.

  She was never going on vacation again. Even though it had been bright and sunny with crystal-clear skies, a cloud of doom had settled over her.

  She'd desperately tried to reach Deseree after she'd hung up with Lance the night before. What would she do if her mother suddenly showed up on her doorstep?

  How had things gone awry in such a short time? While she'd been hundreds of miles away on a beautiful island with romantic music, heavenly breezes, and a testosterone-laden man ready to sweep her under the junipers for a gritty night of lovemaking, an earthquake had cropped up at home.

  Worse, she couldn't circumvent the explosion because she was having too damned much fun....

  "Smile for the camera."

  She resisted the urge to glare at the annoying cameraman, but Rory plastered a shit-eating grin on his face. Her smile had been frozen in place all day and felt as stiff and fragile as peanut brittle, while he'd had the time of his life, or so he kept claiming. They had snorkeled, sunbathed, Jet Skied, taken a tour of the Mayan ruins, wined and dined, and now, thank God, were on their way to the airport. For goodness' sake, she had even set her watch an hour early to avoid his last-minute attempt to frolic by the sea and get sand in all the wrong places.

  She inhaled sharply to calm herself and leaned back against the plush leather seats with a diet Coke while Rory helped himself to the champagne bar. One plane ride and she would be at home, free of his smothering attention. But then she'd have to deal with Lucy's next adventure, her mother's ongoing saga of dramas, and the renovations to her house, sans Lance if she could arrange it.

  But she still had a week's worth of the singles series to air. She twisted her hands around her glass and watched the coast rush by as she mentally planned the week. Monday: scenes from the various dates with all the couples. They'd hash over their first impressions. Tuesday: visitors from various singles/matchmaking services in the area. Wednesday: an episode on speed dating, the new concept of meeting in a room, rotating from table to table to interview someone for five minutes, then deciding if you wanted a date with them. Thursday: the social scene hot spots followed by Lucy and her new venture. And Friday: long-lost lovers.

  Lucy's debut worried her the most. She had to find out more about Lucy's products.

  Then the show was doing a special on mothers for Mother's Day. The June lineup proved to be just as depressing, with special features on June weddings and brides. A snore rippled from the seat beside her and she glanced at Rory, willing herself to see him as husband material. It didn't happen.

  His head had fallen back, his mouth was hanging open, his tongue lolled to the side. Maybe he would sleep on the plane, too, and she could avoid any more kissy-kissy.

  The driver pulled into the airport and parked near the entrance. "Here we are, Miss Lane."

  Rory jerked awake and rubbed his chin where drool dripped (the hairy man was always sweating or drooling), then extended a hand to help her from the limo. She forced another gracious smile as she allowed him to escort her inside. Maybe she should have gone into acting instead of hostessing a talk show.

  If she had convinced everyone she'd had a great time this weekend, she was ready for the big time.

  * * *

  Three sleepless nights now, and Lance stared at the new door he'd supposedly ordered, disgusted that he'd been shipped the wrong one. Obviously he couldn't do anything right. After he'd hung up with Sophie the night before, he'd phoned Reid to ask him to stop by and baby-sit Lucy with him, but his phone call had interrupted a night of hot sex between Reid and another woman. For a second Lance had been envious, but unfortunately the only woman he wanted to sleep with was in Cancun with another man.

  Reid, looking for an excuse to escape any morning-after awkwardness, had leaped at the chance to come over and ogle another female. Especially when Lance had mentioned that Sophie's sister was the knockout strawberry blonde with the tight ass Reid had fawned over at the bar.

  Of course, Lance had seen his brother's unadulterated look of lust when he'd walked through the door and spotted Lucy in her fluorescent pink T-shirt (it doubled as a nightgown, she announced), and Lance had realized the flaw in his plan. So he'd spent the better part of the night staying awake to make sure Reid behaved, and Lucy remained tucked safely upstairs with Sophie's psycho cat, who still hated him but adored his brother.

  Now Reid had taken Lucy for a ride to show her the projects they'd recently built on Skidaway Island. At least, he'd better be showing her the houses and nothing more. Thank God, Lucy had left her silver case here at Sophie's.

  Lance rubbed his tired eyes, then hauled the door to his truck. The warehouse where he ordered supplies was closed on Sunday, so he'd have to wait until Monday to pick up the new one. This morning he'd replaced the piping in the downstairs powder room so it was functional. He attacked the retiling project next. Maybe by the time Sophie returned he'd have her bathrooms accessible.

  Ironic that while she'd been off gallivanting around nude beaches with another man, he'd had his head stuck in her toilets.

  * * *

  Lucy twisted a strand of her hair around one finger as she watched Reid Summers describe the houses he and his brother had built on Skidaway Island. He had the biggest, sexiest hands.

  She had always loved hands. Hands and feet and long toes on a man. Did Reid have long toes?

  "Most of the estate homes are on five acres," Reid pointed out.

  "My gosh, these are mansions. The owners must be rich."

  "Most of them are; a lot of folks retire here. There's a section in back with smaller lots. We'll head that way." Reid maneuvered the Tahoe down the road toward the last phase of the development. "Lance and I work together on the construction. Chase Holloway, our brother-in-law, is the architect. My sister, Maddie, has a decorating service and furnished the interiors."

  "It must be fun to work together. Sophie..." She itched to mention that she and Sophie had worked together, but remembered her promise not to talk about the Diva act. Pooh on Sophie for making her lie. "Uh, Sophie's show... I saw Chase and Maddie get married on Sophie's show."

  "Yeah, they did." Reid gave her a wary grin, then shifted in his seat as if she'd produced a rope to hang him.

  The M-word must be taboo, too. Hadn't Sophie mentioned that he and his brother had a bachelor pact? Well, he needn't worry. Marriage was the last thing on her mind. Lucy didn't intend to settle down; she didn't want to limit herself to one man. Although Sophie wanted that security; it was the very reason she'd bought the house. Hadn't she said something about having a thing for Lan
ce? It certainly didn't sound as if her sister was happy with him the night before. And Lucy didn't want her sister settling down, especially in Savannah, so far away from her.

  "Maddie and Chase live in that one," he said, stopping his Tahoe in front of a long, winding drive that led to a smaller Southern plantation home.

  "Oh, my stars, it has sleeping porches. I wonder if they use those in the summer."

  He shrugged. "I imagine so."

  "How romantic."

  Reid grinned. "They can hear the water from the river on their back porch."

  "Yum."

  Reid laughed and angled his head toward her. "So are you moving here, Lucy, or only in town for a visit?"

  "Just here for a visit," Lucy said. "I live in Vegas."

  "Really? I've always wanted to go there. You gamble a lot?"

  "Not really, I..." Er, she wasn't supposed to mention the act. "I hostess for a club in the city."

  "I've heard it's a wild town. All those nightclubs and showgirls."

  If he only knew... "Yeah, I love it. All the lights, excitement."

  "We have excitement around Savannah, too."

  Lucy toyed with her gold loop earring. "Is that so?"

  Reid's lip twitched. He was probably a player, but he was sexy and easygoing, her kind of guy.

  "Really." He reached out and twisted a strand of her hair around his finger. "Maybe I could show you around."

  Lucy leaned into his hand. "I'd like that, Reid." After all, Sophie had warned her not to talk about the Diva act, but her sister wouldn't care if she had a little fun with Reid Summers, would she?

  * * *

  It was nearly midnight when Sophie finally made it home. She dragged herself from the limo, tipped the driver, who hauled her suitcase to the front door, and fished her keys from her purse with one hand while she visually inspected the premises for intruders, as she always did when she arrived home. Force of habit from living in low-rent, low-class neighborhoods her entire life.

  Everything seemed in order, although barring the kitchen light, the house was dark and Lance's Blazer still sat in the driveway. Drat. If he had seduced Lucy, she'd kill him with one of his own tools.