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into the room about ten minutes later,
    interrupting her thoughts, her face glowing.
    “You’re not going to believe this! Brian asked me, me, to homecoming.” She spun around the room, graceful even when she didn’t intend to be, and ended by wrapping both arms around her sister. “Isn’t that incredible.”
    Alex smiled, returning the hug. “I gather this is a good thing?”
    “A good thing! Brian Clayton is captain of the football team, head of student council and looks like Brad Pitt. He’s cute and really popular…and…
    “Thinks his you know what doesn’t stink,” Alan said, sliding into a chair and reaching for a heap of steaming noodles.”
    “You’re just jealous.”
    Alan eyed his sister calmly. “Nope. I’ve just heard the rumors around school. You fall hard and fast, sis. He’ll end up hurting you.”
    Alex put the salad in the middle of the round table, listening to the conversation with interest. Alicia was taller than Alex with vivid
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    blue eyes and mountains of dark, curly hair. She was supremely confident in her acting ability and Alex had no doubt that if Hollywood was what she wanted, Hollywood would want her. It was only a matter of time.
    “I can handle Brian, Alan.”
    “Okay, it’s your funeral,” Alan said, shrugging his shoulders as he loaded the pasta he had piled on his plate with a huge ladle of sauce.
    “What about you and Trish Jones?” she shot back. “I’ve seen
    that puppy dog look in your eyes when you watch her cheering at your football games.”
    He shook his head, his mouth full. “Don’t know what you’re
    talking about.”
    The doorbell ringing had all three of them looking at each other in surprise. No one went to the front door of the Leahy house. Alan rose to answer it, untangling his lanky length from under the table.
    Alex began fixing her own plate, enjoying the family time she had been too busy to be part of lately.
    “So how’s your love life?” Alicia asked, a dimple flickering as she eyed her sister.
    “Non-existent.” Alex sighed. “Somehow I can’t find the time to fit a man into my busy life.”
    Alicia spun a layer of noodles around her fork speculatively.
    “Sis, with that hair and body it wouldn’t be because the men aren’t interested. What about Mike Stanford?”
    Alex shook her head. “Man was too impressed with his looks.
    Bored me within five minutes of our first and only date.”
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    Alicia grinned. “I know. I didn’t like him either.” She chewed another mouthful of spaghetti thoughtfully. “You need a man with layers.”
    “Layers?”
    “Yeah. Someone who isn’t all out front. Those kinds of men
    bore you. You need a man that will keep you guessing, off
    balance.”
    “Interesting theory, Dr. Ruth.”
    Alicia’s eyes danced. “Happy to oblige. That’ll be fifty dollars.”
    “No problem. Wait until you get the bill for the meal…”
    “Alex, someone’s here to see you,” Alan called from the other room.
    She removed her napkin and stood, frowning slightly. It never failed, always at meal time. She walked through the front room and into the foyer. The man standing in front of her brother towered over him. She didn’t recognize him and there was no doubt if she had met him before, she would have. Massive shoulders, square jaw, long suit clad legs and dark eyes that were looking just a little confused at the moment.
    “Can I help you?”
    Brad glanced at the girl standing behind the young man who
    had greeted him. “I hope so. I’m looking for an Alex Leahy.”
    “I’m Alex Leahy.”
    His gaze flickered over her quickly, taking in the long auburn hair, creamy Irish complexion and brilliant green eyes. “That’s impossible.”
    “I assure you, Mr…”
    “Norton. Brad Norton.”
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    “I assure you, Mr. Norton, I am Alex Leahy.” Her voice was cool and controlled as she crossed her arms. “What can I do for you?”
    Brad took a longer look