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bewitched me!" he told the number severely, picturing a face with vivid blue eyes and fascinating mismatched features. Then he sighed and drew the phone toward him. He wasn't going to get involved, of course. No way. No chance. But he was bored halfway through his vacation, and they were an intriguing family....
    "Hello, Trevor! I knew you'd call and won't you please come over because Jack's under the washer again and Daddy's at the office and Solomon's going to show us her kittens I think and Taylor says not to pester you but won't you please come? Please?"
    It was, of course, the moppet, and Trevor couldn't help but smile. "Hello, Jessie. How'd you know it was me?" He remembered Taylor saying that this sister had the least ability.
    "I just knew! Isn't it great?" She sounded happily proud of herself. "I usually can't, you know, but I did this time and I think it's 'cause you belong to Taylor or maybe that's not it but anyway I did. Can you come, please?"
    Trevor bit back a laugh. "Jessie, is Taylor there?"
    "Well, she's at the office with Daddy, but I can switch you over."
    "Switch me over?"
    'To the other phone," Jessie said impatiently. "This phone is connected to the one in Daddy's office, which is next door— or something like that. Want me to switch you over?"
    "Yes, please," Trevor said meekly.
    "Okay—hang on."
    There was a short silence filled with a faint buzz, then Taylor's cheerful, efficient voice.
    "Doctor Shannon's office."
    "Didn't you know it was me?" Trevor said severely.
    Taylor replied instantly. "Of course, I just wanted to impress you with my businesslike manner."
    "Damn."
    She giggled. "Sorry, Trevor; it's difficult to surprise a psychic. Did you call the house first?"
    "Yes. Jessie switched me over."
    "After nattering at you, I'll bet."
    "Jack's under the washer again, and Solomon's going to show her kittens," Trevor related automatically. Bemused, he realized that the family had quite definitely infected him with something, and it was spreading rapidly through his bloodstream; he was going to forget how to talk to normal people.
    "Well, don't feel obligated. No matter what you think, Trevor, no one's pointing a shotgun at you or readying a matrimonial noose." Her voice was very dry, but amused as well.
    Trevor could have argued the point, but wasn't in the mood, for some reason. And he didn't want to think about how utterly comfortable he felt talking to a woman he'd met less than twenty-four hours before. "We'll discuss that later," he said, sighing as he heard his own admission that there would be a future for them—of some kind. "You work for your father?" he added somewhat hastily.
    "Uh-huh. I'm his receptionist this year."
    "This year?" he managed blankly.
    "Yes, I—Oh, hold on, will you?"
    The receiver buzzed in his ear for a few moments; then Taylor was back.
    "Sorry, the office is busy today. Why don't you come for dinner? You can go on over to the house; I'll be off in a couple of hours. If you'd like to, that is."
    The last diffident sentence got him. "Oh, what the hell. Should I bring something for dinner?"
    "Just willing hands," she told him softly, and hung up.
    Trevor stared at the receiver in his hand for a moment, then thoughtfully cradled it. With rueful self-mockery, he wondered how on earth a logical, analytical lawyer could have gotten in so deeply over his head.
    He continued to wonder about that while he was driving the Jeep out of the city and into the suburb where Taylor lived. But whenever he'd begin to wonder too deeply, a pair of vivid blue eyes would intrude. Trevor finally dispensed with the useless reflection, understanding wryly that neither logic nor analysis was going to produce an answer this time.
    Jessie was beside the Jeep almost as soon as it stopped in the drive, and she had Trevor's hand in hers when his feet had barely touched the pavement.
    "Oh, I knew you'd come! Hurry, Trevor, we have to get Jack before Solomon brings her kittens down and I've practiced