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Oh well, he’d play along until he figured out what the game was. “I’m
glad to see you too…sweetheart.” Or at least parts of him were.
    “Madeline, introduce me to this good-looking hunk,” Morgana
piped up from right behind her.
    “Sure, as soon as I welcome him properly.”
    West wondered if he had his holidays mixed up. This was more
like Christmas. The sweet armful he was holding looked up at him with eyes full
of hope and touched her mouth to his. Oh, so gentle—oh, so sweet—carefully, as
if she expected to be pushed away. Her lips were so soft, she tasted like spun
sugar. Something inside him thawed, warmed, and he couldn’t stop. He placed a
hand on the back of her head to hold her in place and kissed her back. Carnal
kisses, claiming kisses, kisses filled with erotic promise.
    Madeline held on and rode out the storm. Holy Moly! Her toes
curled, her knees went weak and all of her feminine parts were singing the
hallelujah chorus.
    “Ahem!” Morgana said loudly. “Pardon me!”
    West didn’t just stop, no. This was too good. He let his tongue
slide along hers and kissed her once more—deeply—before winding down with a few
tender touches to her mouth. He didn’t want this to end.
    Maddie felt boneless, like a limp noodle. She’d expected the
heat of a tea candle and got the blast of a volcanic eruption. “Oh, my stars
and garters.” She panted. Hugging him tightly one more time, she whispered
again, “You’re worth every penny.”
    West was confused. Did that mean he had the job? His
enthusiastic client moved a few inches away, yet she still held on to his hand
as if she was afraid he’d make a run for it. “Weston, please meet Morgana
Cross, my sister. Morgana, this wonderful man is Weston Rogers, my boyfriend.”
    Weston had been reaching for the blonde’s hand when the word
‘boyfriend’ waylaid him. WTF? He was just about to protest when the
kewpie doll on his arm stepped between him and her sister.
    “Why don’t we sit on the couch? I’ll fix you both a drink.”
    Letting himself be led from the foyer to a comfortable,
slightly cluttered living room, West couldn’t help but feel like he’d stepped
through the looking glass. The centerfold was eyeing him like he was a cut of
prime beef and his ‘girlfriend’ was busy making a comfortable place for him to
sit on the couch. “Here, I’m sure you’re tired. You can put your feet on the
ottoman and there’s a pillow for your back. Would you rather have a beer or a
glass of wine?”
    “Uh, a beer would be good.” He eased himself down, and
Morgana came to sit by him. She sat a little too close for comfort, considering
he was ‘seeing’ her sister.
    Madeline came back carrying his beer and a glass of white
wine for her sibling. Upon noticing their seating arrangements, she sighed and
handed them both their drinks. West was surprised when she didn’t cause a fuss
but sat in a chair catty-corner to the couch. “I’m so pleased you could come.
Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”
    Dinner? “Actually, I brought the plans.” He pointed to the
tube by the door.
    “Maybe your date is having second thoughts, Maddie?” Morgana
drawled.
    “No, no.” She leaned over and patted his knee. “I made the
beef tenderloin special for him. He’s just tired. You work hard, don’t you,
sweetie?”
    Sweetie nodded slowly. “I like beef.”
    “So, tell me, Mr. Rogers.” Morgana tittered. “How did you
two love birds meet?”
    Madeline squirmed in her seat. “We met—”
    “Let Weston answer.” Morgana was quick to interject, then
she smiled at Weston. “If you don’t shush her up every once in a while she will
drive you crazy.”
    “Well, I’ll tell you.” West was still feeling his way
blindly. Something was definitely rotten in Denmark. He cleared his throat and
then just decided to tell what he knew. “We met when she called to get an
estimate on making some structural changes to the Windswept.”
    Madeline took a