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“Grandpa always did like her best.”
    Mac figured the sisters weren’t very close if even he knew better than that.
    â€œSo is she here?” She tossed her head, flipping her hair artfully around her face. “Or are we all alone?”
    â€œLook…” He wracked his brain for her name. “Liza—”
    â€œUh-oh.” She affected a pout, and before he could stop her, she cupped his face in her hands. “You’re scowling. Didn’t your momma ever tell you that would give you wrinkles?”
    Now she rested her body against his, making sure to rub up against the vee of his jeans like a cat in heat. “Or maybe you don’t care about wrinkles. Men never do, they don’t need to. Your laugh lines are sexy.”
    Curling his fingers around her wrists, he pried her off him and held her away. “Okay, that’s enough—”
    â€œLiza!”
    Liza didn’t flinch at her sister’s voice, just stuck out that lower lip even further as she turned to face Taylor, who came out of the building, looking sophisticated and elegant as ever, even with her eyes flashing.
    â€œHey, sis.” Liza sidled back up to Mac. “Look what I found.”
    â€œStop torturing my contractor.”
    â€œOh, Taylor, but he’s so gorgeous. Can I keephim?” Mashing her breasts against Mac’s arm, she batted her lashes at Taylor, who looked immune. “Pretty please?”
    â€œKnock it off.” She wore a loose and flowing white skirt, a bright red top and wide-brimmed straw hat. And looked good enough to eat.
    Mac was suddenly starving. He separated himself from Liza, not an easy feat. Taylor was looking at him again, and he still didn’t have a clue to what she was thinking.
    â€œWhat do you need, Liza?” she asked her sister.
    â€œYou aren’t going to even invite me in, show me around?”
    â€œThat’s not why you’re here.”
    Liza tried sticking her lower lip out further but Taylor didn’t budge or soften her expression. “Money,” Liza muttered. “I need money.”
    â€œTry asking your mother.”
    â€œShe’s your mother, too.”
    Taylor just stared at Liza, not giving an inch.
    â€œWell, she’s so damn tightfisted, what’s the point?” Liza muttered.
    Taylor lifted a brow, apparently agreeing with that assessment, but she shook her head. “I have nothing to give you.”
    â€œYou never have anything to give.”
    Taylor closed her eyes briefly. “I’m sorry about thetimes I wasn’t there for you when I could have been. But the truth is, now that I might want to help, I can’t. I just can’t.”
    â€œYeah, whatever. It’s no skin off my nose.” With one last lingering look at Mac, she spun on her heels and stalked off.
    â€œLiza.”
    Liza didn’t look back, just let herself out of the gate where she faded into the noon crowd on the streets.
    Mac expected Taylor to spin on her heels as well, heading back into the building. Or toward her car. Instead, she just stood there, lost in her own world.
    Eyeing her with wariness, he stepped closer. “Your sister is…interesting.”
    She lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with annoyance, temper and a good amount of heat. “She’s the baby of the family, and I’d say a spoiled rotten brat, but what she really is, is a woman-child desperate for attention.”
    â€œThat was no child.”
    â€œNo, you’re right, she’s twenty-one, old enough to know better. Did she…bother you before I got out here?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDid she…sexually harass you?”
    Mac let out a bark of laughter at that. “Yeah. And I’m going to sue over my good honor.”
    â€œI’m serious, Mac.”
    â€œI’m going to live.”
    â€œYes, but…” She looked at him. Looked at the sky. Then back at him.