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ridiculous intrusions into her personal life once and for all.
    â€œNot that it’s any of your business,” she began well enough. Her resolution wavered under Tim’s penetrating gaze. “Okay, I slept on the floor, which is why every bone and muscle in my body is protesting this morning. If you’re going to act brotherly, do it in a hurry and get out, so I can stand in a hot shower for an hour or two.”
    â€œAlone?” Timmy inquired.
    â€œYes, dammit, alone. I hardly know Brad Willis, but I might add, if I were not going into that shower alone, that, too, would be none of your business.” She faced him with hands on hips. “What is wrong with you? I thought you were the one brother I could count on not to behave like an overly protective jerk.”
    â€œCall me anything you like, sis. I can take it. Just tell me this, why haven’t we met this guy?” Tim was still scowling in the direction of the living room, where Brad was finally sitting upright and looking as though he might be able to get his cramped body on its feet any minute now.
    â€œBecause I just met him a week ago,” she admitted reluctantly.
    â€œA week ago? Are you out of your mind letting a total stranger into your apartment in the middle of the night?” Tim scrutinized Brad from head to toe. No suspect in a criminal investigation had ever been studied more closely. Karyn didn’t have a doubt in the world that Tim now felt competent to identify him should he walk off with the family silver or, to be more precise in her case, the stainless steel.
    â€œHe looks familiar,” he said finally.
    â€œHe used to be a race car driver.”
    â€œA race car driver!” His tone made the professionseem comparable to ax murdering. “Where the hell would you meet a race car driver?”
    â€œThanks for the vote of confidence in my appeal.”
    â€œThat wasn’t what I meant and you know it. Stop evading and answer me.”
    â€œWe met when I bought my car.”
    â€œYou bought a convertible, not some souped-up hot rod.”
    â€œI don’t think Brad drove souped-up hot rods in Grand Prix events.”
    â€œBrad Willis?” Tim said with dawning understanding. “Of course. I’ve seen his picture in the paper. Sis, he’s not your type.”
    â€œWhat is her type?” Brad inquired curiously, pulling a stool up to the bar that separated the kitchen and living room and reaching for a cup of coffee. He looked perfectly at home.
    Tim wasn’t the least bit taken aback by being overheard. “Someone less…I don’t know, less…”
    â€œExperienced?”
    â€œYeah. That’s exactly it.”
    â€œYour sister is twenty-six years old. Most of the men she’s likely to meet are going to be experienced.”
    â€œI wasn’t referring just to sex,” Timmy said bluntly.
    Karyn put her head down on her arms and groaned.
    â€œNeither was I,” Brad countered.
    A very tense silence ensued. When Karyn could stand it no longer she got up, put bread into the toaster, then coated it with butter and slammed it down in front of the two men. They continued to study each other as if they were prospective sparring partners.
    Brad dumped sugar and cream into his coffee, thenstirred it slowly. He ignored the toast and looked directly into Tim’s suspicious eyes.
    â€œI’m glad you’ve always taken such good care of your sister,” he told him, then added gently, “But it’s time to let her go.”
    This time Tim did look thrown by the blunt pronouncement. His gaze narrowed. “Exactly what are your intentions toward her?”
    â€œTimmy!” Karyn protested, moaning inwardly. Embarrassing moments were piling up so rapidly this morning, she’d never live them down.
    â€œKeep quiet, sis. I want to know how this man feels about you.”
    â€œThis man doesn’t even know me!”
    â€œHe