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hard as she kissed him back. He wanted to do more than kiss her, damnit.
    When they parted, she picked up her purse and gave him one of her smiles that always punched him in the gut and made him wonder what the hell he'd gotten himself into.
    "Now I'm really in the Land of the Friggin' Giants." Five-foot-four Lexi Steele planted her hands on her hips as she looked from the five-eleven Willow to her three over-six-foot-tall brothers. The diamond piercing at her belly button winked in the sunlight and Willow wondered what the Chinese symbol meant that surrounded Lexi's belly button.
    By the spark in Lexi's green eyes, Willow could tell Zane's sister was comfortable with her shorter height and wasn't serious as she glared at everyone around her.
    Now Willow could report back to her friend at work, Linda, that Zane did have older brothers almost as sexy as he was.
    "But I'll take you each on one-on-one," Lexi was saying, and it was obvious she meant it.
    From what Zane told Willow, Lexi was a smail package but she "kicked ass."
    "How about we go three-on-three?" Zane's brother Troy said. Willow tried to keep a straight face as she rubbed her damp palms on her jean shorts. The afternoon sun and humidity had her pulling her hot pink tank top away from her chest, too.
    "Okay." Lexi looked around at her three older brothers, and their twelve-year-old brother who was already taller than she. "I'll take Zane and Willow over you buffoons." Willow high-fived Lexi as she said, "These boys will go down fast."
    She wasn't kidding. She'd played ball from junior high through Four years of college and was even asked to try out for several WNBA teams as point guard. But for Willow, basketball was meant to be fun, challenging, and her break from studying. It hadn't been her life's ambition.
    Within fifteen minutes, after several jump shots, easy passes, lay-ups, and three-pointers, all three of the huge Steele brothers, including Zane, stared at Willow as if she'd come from another planet.
    "You've got a ringer." Troy shook his head as he looked from Willow to Lexi. "We should get a handicap."
    "I want to be on her side," the twelve-year-old shorter brother, Sean, said to Zane. "Trade ya."
    Zane studied Willow and said, "Not on your life," as if he wouldn't trade her outside of basketball, either.
    Heat flushed Willow's cheeks as she stood on the three-point line and palmed the ball.
    She glanced at Lexi who was grinning.
    "Oh, you boys are so going to die," Lexi said with an evil laugh.
    Lexi might be five-four, but she weaved around the men with ease and made several of her own jump shots as they started another game of three-on-three. Zane was just as good as Lexi.
    The two men and younger boy on the opposite team held their own pretty well, but they never stood a chance.
    After destroying the brothers five games to zero, everyone was pouring sweat except for Willow who wasn't really winded, just damp from perspiration, mostly from the heat and humidity. She'd never lost her endurance after so many years of playing one of the most demanding sports out of all athletics that required extensive cardio training. The five miles she ran every morning was barely challenging. It was mostly to help keep her fit.
    Zane put his arm around her shoulders and Willow noticed that < everyone around them just about dropped their jaws. Zane didn't seem to notice as he said low enough for only her to hear, "You're full of one surprise after
    another." "
    "Lemonade and whiskey pie," Mrs. Steele called from the front door.
    Everyone picked up their jaws and bolted for the house. "Dibs on the biggest piece!"
    Sean yelled as he beat his older brothers up the steps and onto the porch.
    Willow wanted to lean into Zane, but that might have been j pushing it in front of his family Apparently bringing home a date was something Zane had never done before—which didn't surprise her in the least.
    She looked up at Zane. "Whiskey pie?"
    He gave her one of his heart-melting