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argue. He’d be well rid of the woman—at least that was what he kept trying to tell himself.
    He knocked and waited a few minutes, growing impatient.
    The door opened and a woman in black mesh nylons and the shortest miniskirt he’d seen in years stood in front of him. She vaguely resembled Tina Turner. She wore tons of makeup and she’d certainly had her hair done at the same salon as Tina.
    “I’m here for Meg Remington,” he said, annoyed that Meg had made such a fuss about his coming to the back door and then sent someone else to answer it.
    “Steve,” Meg whispered, “it’s me.”
    “What the hell?” He jerked his head back and examined her more thoroughly. “We’re meeting my sister,” he reminded her stiffly, “not going to some costume party.”
    “I took my cue from you,” she said. “Good grief! You arrived at my door looking like a Hell’s Angel—what did you expect
me
to do?”
    Steve rubbed his face. Darned if he knew anymore. All he wanted was to get this over with. “Fine. Let’s get out of here.”
    “Just a minute. I need to change shoes.”
    She slipped out of a perfectly fine pair of flats and into spiky high heels that added a good five inches toher height. Steve wondered how she’d manage to walk in those things. She might as well have been on stilts.
    He led her around to his car and opened the door. He noticed that she sighed with what sounded like relief once she was inside the car.
    “I didn’t know what I was going to do if you brought that motorcycle again.” She tugged down her miniskirt self-consciously.
    “For the record, I don’t often take it out.”
    She looked relieved, but why it should matter to her one way or the other, he had no idea.
    “Just remember,” he said, feeling obliged to caution her. “Nancy’s a few years older than Lindsey. She won’t be as easily fooled.”
    “I’ll be careful about overkill,” she mumbled, “unlike certain people I know.”
    The drive took an eternity, and it wasn’t due to heavy traffic, either. In fact, when Steve looked at his watch he was surprised at what good time they’d made. What made the drive so troublesome—he hated to admit this—was Meg’s legs. She’d crossed them, exposing plenty of smooth, shapely thigh. Her high heels dangled from the ends of her toes.
    Steve appreciated women as a whole—some more than others, of course. He didn’t focus on body parts. But it was torture to sit with Meg in the close confines of his carand keep his eyes off her legs. The woman looked incredible. If only she’d keep her mouth shut!
    Nancy was standing on the porch when Steve pulled into the driveway.
    “This is where your sister lives?” Meg asked.
    “It’s my home,” Steve answered, certain she was about to find something wrong with it.
    “Your home?” She sounded impressed. “It’s very nice.”
    “Thanks.” He turned off the engine. “Nancy’s quite a bit younger than I am—a surprise for my mom and dad. She attends college at the University of Washington nine months out of the year. Our parents retired to Montana a couple of years back.”
    “I see. Does Nancy live with you?”
    “Not on your life,” he said, climbing out of the car. “She’s in residence during the school year. She got a job here this summer and I agreed to let her stay with me a few months. A mistake I don’t plan to repeat anytime soon.”
    Steve was watching for his sister’s reaction when he helped Meg out of the car. To her credit, the nineteen-year-old didn’t reveal much, but Steve knew her well enough to realize she was shocked by Meg’s appearance.
    “You must be Nancy,” Meg said in a low, sultry voice.
    “And you must be Meg,” Nancy said, coming down the steps to greet her. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”
    “I hope I’m not a disappointment.” This was said in asoft, cooing tone, as if she couldn’t have tolerated disillusioning Steve’s little sister. She clasped Steve’s arm and he