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the middle of the night from bed was impressive; his come-to-town look was to die for. His large frame filled the doorway, the top of his black Stetson nearly touching the door lintel. His sheer masculine impact made her appreciate being female.
    “Oh my.” Macy’s breathless voice betrayed her interest. “You must be Evan.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” A slight smile broke the stern planes of his face. “How’d you guess?”
    Macy pointed to his belt buckle. “And I bet you are Anne’s Evan. Duh, I guess that’s a bit obvious, isn’t it? Why else would you be here?”
    Evan chuckled. “I’d prefer to think of her as my Anne, if you don’t mind.”
    Macy chided him with a tsk-tsk sound. “Anne said you were a bit bossy.”
    “Oh, she did, did she?” Evan turned the full force of his smile on Macy. “And what if I were?”
    Macy’s cheeks turned hot pink.
    Macy was silent for a heartbeat, but she conceded, “I think you’d make a girl plain adore bossiness in a man.”
    Macy’s bosom rose and fell rapidly as she flirted with Evan.
    She reached up and toyed with one of the metal buttons on Evan’s black leather vest. “Are there any more at home like you?”
    “As a matter of fact, there are. I have two brothers, Ethan and Eli.” He doffed his hat to Macy. “And may I have the pleasure of knowing your name, ma’am?”
    “I’m Macy, Anne’s roommate.”
    Macy’s grin had melted the hearts of more men than Anne could count. Would Ethan succumb?
    “Two brothers, huh? Are they as…imposing…as you?”
    Anne swore Macy batted her big blue eyes at Evan.
    Evan sat his hat on Macy’s blond locks. He dug in his wallet and handed Macy a business card. As she studied it, he retrieved his hat from her.
    “That’s Ethan’s card. Call him if you like. Tell him I told you to call.”
    This had gone far enough. Anne cleared her throat and stepped through the doorway. Evan turned to her at once, hat in hand. Macy stood slightly behind him and fanned herself with the card Evan had given her. She waved the card at Anne and grinned.
    “Hello, Evan.” Anne tried to keep her breathing at an even keel. “Why are you here?”
    As if I didn’t already know .
    “Miss Macy, I require some time alone with Anne. We have matters to discuss.” His tone was solemn and polite, but a muscle jerked along his jaw line. “Is it possible you could give us some privacy?” His gaze never wavered from Anne.
    Macy looked doubtful. “I was planning on staying in tonight.”
    His eyes still on Anne, Evan reached into the pocket of his vest, pulled out a cell phone, and dialed a number. “Ethan, I have someone here I’d like you to meet. Her name is Macy.” Pause. “Would I steer you wrong?” He chuckled, still watching Anne like a starving man eyeing a prime cut of steak. “You won’t regret it.” He paused again before giving out the address. “You owe me.” The phone went back in the vest.
    “Miss Macy, my brother Ethan will be here in ten minutes. He would like to get to know you better over drinks. I have no doubt that you are going to just adore him.”
    Anne caught her breath at the searing intensity in Evan’s eyes. Somehow, she didn’t think he had a polite goodbye in mind. He was here for a reckoning.
    Despite her earlier resolve to say goodbye to Evan and the hedonistic lifestyle she suspected he embraced, some inner part of her wanted to shout in glorious exultation that he had come for her. Anne clasped her arms across her chest under his staid scrutiny as he stood there, hat in hand. Watching. Waiting. She lowered her arms.
    His hot gaze dropped to her unfettered breasts; her traitorous nipples pebbled in response.
    She wore her nighttime clothes of a white cropped tee and silky ankle-length bottoms in soft pink. Her dark curls were pinned atop her head from her earlier shower. She had dressed for a quiet—celibate—night at home.
    Why did his penetrating contemplation leave her feeling like she was