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“I’d play hard to get.”
    “It’s a little late for that,” Felicity said.
    “It’s never too late.” Angie studied the sunlight rippling on the pool’s clear surface. From the corner of her eye, she spied Willie hovering in the thick rhododendrons on the far side of the pool. She gritted her teeth. The retard was always around, spying, looking like he might drool at any minute. “I hate the way he hovers,” she said, inclining her head to the shadows where Willie pretended to be busy spreading bark dust. “It gives me the creeps even though he’s harmless.”
    Felicity leaned back in the chair. “Is he? Maybe we should give him something to gawk at.”
    “What do ya mean?” Angie asked, but felt a tingle of excitement. Felicity had an outlandish side—one that would turn her father, the judge’s, gray hair white.
    With a naughty little laugh, Felicity yanked her T-shirt over her head. Her bra was cut low and lacy over her white breasts. Her tan line was visible and the sheer lace was stretched tight, barely hiding the rosy disks that were her nipples. “This.” She lifted her arms over her head, pushing her breasts together and creating a lot of cleavage where there had been none. “Want to go skinny-dipping?” She reached for the zipper of her cutoffs.
    “Stop it! What if Dena shows up? She’s always prowling around the house!” Biting her lip, Angie glanced up to the master bedroom window and was relieved to find that her stepmother wasn’t peeking through the blinds.
    Felicity sighed, blowing her bangs from her eyes before tugging the T-shirt back over her head. “I just wanted to see what the moron would do if he saw a real woman.”
    “What did you think?” Angie turned her gaze back to the shadowed spot where Willie had been keeping his vigil, but he was gone. Only the leaves of the rhododendrons moved in his wake as he made his hasty retreat. “Stop playing games with him.”
    Felicity giggled and pulled her hair through the neck of her T-shirt. “So what were you doing with Jed and Bobby?”
    “That’s different.”
    “Why? Because they have an IQ over twenty?”
    “Says who?” Angie said with a smile as she thought back to the Burger Shed and Jed’s searing gaze.
    “Either one would do anything you wanted, you know.” Felicity’s words held just a touch of jealousy.
    “You think?” The idea had possibilities.
    Pressing her lips to the glass, Felicity nodded. “Any thing.”
    “Too bad I don’t want them,” Angie said, nudging one sandal off with the toe of her other foot as she leaned back against the orange cushions of the lounge.
    “Why not?”
    “Got my eye on someone else.” May as well plant the seeds of doubt now. Her lips curved into a thoughtful smile.
    “Who?” Felicity asked.
    Angie paused a beat, watching her friend squirm. “Brig McKenzie.”
    “No!”
    “Why not?”
    “A million reasons why not!” Felicity whispered, though her mouth curved into a smile. “First of all he’s trouble and…well, I think he could be dangerous.”
    “Maybe I like trouble and danger.”
    “For God’s sake, he lives in a trailer and his mother is some kind of a witch or something.”
    “A psychic.”
    Felicity’s patrician nose wrinkled in distaste. “She’s part Indian and some kind of Gypsy. That makes him—”
    “Interesting,” Angie said, warming to the idea forming in her mind. “And I bet he’d be a great lover. You said he’d been with a lot of women.”
    “And you said it was probably rumors.”
    “Maybe I should find out,” Angie teased.
    “Oh, God…” But Felicity’s breath caught a little and she swallowed hard. “You’re not thinking…”
    “Why not?” Angie tossed her hair out of her face and felt the warmth of the sun caress her cheeks. “I think Brig McKenzie is just the right man to make me a woman.”

Three

    “That’s right,” Angie said in a whisper that floated in the hot summer air. “I’m gonna see if all those