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he said. “There’s a particular girl I’ve been waiting for the past few months. I’m supposed to get back in contact with her soon, and if she still feels like I do, she may be the last lucky lady to see Dixon Maddox in all his glory.”
    “Wow, the last one, huh?” I teased. “Sounds like she’s really got you hog-tied.”
    “She’s got me corralled. I’m generally the one who likes to do the tyin’.” He winked.
    “Do you know you sound like you’re flirting constantly, even when you’re not trying to get into someone’s pants?”
    “Hmmm…” he said. “You think now that I’m not tryin’, I should act more like Mason?”
    “I can’t imagine you accomplishing that.”
    “Me either.” He wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it across into the trash can with the flair of an NBA player. “Speaking of Mason…”
    “Do I really have to tell you what happened?”
    “Hey, I’m paying a lot of money for this. I want to make sure you’re doing your part.”
    I gave him the most clinical description possible, leaving out any emotions or physiological reactions on my part.
    Dixon was onto me though. “Did my brother make you hot, Krysta?” he asked in a kid-brother teasing tone.
    I pressed my lips together, trying not to give myself away with a satisfied smile.
    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” he said. “I don’t get how hot women can find his sour puss attractive, but his wife was a real looker, too.”
    I couldn’t help but be flattered that Dix considered me a “looker.”
    “There’s something to be said for the mysterious type,” I replied.
    “I guess especially for you shrink babes.”
    My mood turned a little sour. I didn’t want to think I was attracted to Mason for the same reason I was interested in mental patients.
    “Did he make you come?”
    That question jerked me out of my thoughts. It was way too personal.
    My mind flashed to the feel of Mason pleasuring me with his finger. His voice in my ear…
    “Damn! He did!” Dixon said. Apparently, my facial expression had given it away. “And you were so hot from it, you needed to come again, after he left!”
    I propped my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands.
    “Do I really have to talk about my orgasms to a man I’m not even seeing?” I dropped my hands and gave him my most pained expression.
    “Sorry.” Dix smirked like he wasn’t really sorry at all. “One more thing. Did he actually touch you?”
    When my gaze met Dixon’s, I was sure he could see the disappointment in my eyes.
    “Not without gloves.”
    He stood from his chair and turned toward his window, staring out at the dusky skyline of Houston. The room was quiet for several seconds.
    “He got you naked the first time, though.” He turned his head back toward me. “And made sure you got your satisfaction.” He winked. I’d known that was coming. “That’s a lot of progress for Mason in one day.”
    I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Admitting the glove thing out loud had put me in a lousy mood again. As unlikely as it might have been, I’d wanted Mason to find me so irresistible, he forgot all about the gloves.
    I decided to change the subject. Besides, I wanted to get the other brother’s take on the sibling rivalry thing.
    “Dix, you knew Mason would take the bait if he thought you were disciplining me.”
    “Yeah.” He came around and, as usual, used the edge of his desk as his chair.
    “So there’s a lot of rivalry between you two.”
    He chuckled. “You could say that.”
    “Where do you think that came from?”
    “Oh, I know exactly where it came from. Growing up, Mama nagged me every day, ‘Why can’t you make straight A’s like Mason?’ ‘Why can’t you be good like your brother?’
    He was the golden child who could do no wrong.”
    “Really?” I said, hoping he’d continue.
    “And our dad made everything a competition between us. The winner got praised.
    There was no trying. Only