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... and
then I thought ... If I had known .. " The look on Al's face
told her to cease and desist before she hung herself further.
    At least she wasn't that stupid.
    "I can't believe it," Walt said, shaking his head. "I just
can't."
    Oh brother. Walt was carrying the shocked, indignant gentleman bit a little far for her taste. Although, something in
his voice had her looking at him more closely. His surprised
expression hadn't changed all that much from a minute ago,
but now she couldn't tell if he was surprised because she had accused him of stealing condoms or he was just surprised to
see her.

    Walt seemed to be doing an intent study of her as well.
Then suddenly his thickly lashed eyes crinkled together and a
little one-sided grin slipped out, making him look every millimeter the mischievous teenager she'd remembered years
ago. Without warning her heart shifted rhythm. Just a little
shift, but still, that little shift was disconcerting, especially
since she'd known this man before she knew what a training
bra was. But she attributed the atria flutter to nerves about
getting reprimanded, and assured herself it had nothing to do
with the sexy glint in his eyes that told her he'd done quite a
bit of growing up himself since the time she'd seen him last.
    Al looked past her shoulder. "Dee's waving you back. You
must be busy. Once you're caught up, tell Randall I'd like to
speak to him in the back room" He slapped Walt on the back
and looked at him expectantly. "Well, young man, I guess it
was all a simple misunderstanding."
    She couldn't resist chiming in. "Yes! That's right. Just a simple misunderstanding. Sorry about the whole mistaking you for
a condom thief." With a shrug, she even tried a friendly smile.
After all, this was her boss's nephew and her brother's best
friend-whom she was unfortunately going to have to live
with. For a little while anyway. "No harm done, right, Walt?"
    Walt gave her a curt nod. By all body language definitions, she didn't think that was the no-harm-done gesture.
    Some people were so touchy. Make one little accusation
of prophylactic thievery and you're forever condemned as
incompetent. He'd never let her live this down. She could
tell that by his facial expression alone. Walt looked at her
just like he had when they were young-as though she was
still Brad's dorky little sister.
    It was just as well. Why had she expected anything different? The way things have been going for her lately, she'd never be
able to convince Walt or her brother she had really changed.

    If his uncle weren't staring him down at that moment,
Walt would have pinched himself. Hard.
    Wow. Little Georgie Mayer had changed.
    Although changed was really an inadequate verb. He had
never seen her look so ... striking. Striking in a fresh and
innocent way-almost as if someone took Little Orphan
Annie and crossbred her with Barbie.
    Okay, so he was wrong about how Brad's sister would
turn out. Who knew?
    Sure, the red hair was there, and her face was still on the
whiter-shade-of-pale side, but now her skin had more of a
peachy-cream sheen to it-something he'd never noticed
about a woman before in his life.
    Trying to understand what was going haywire with his
brain, he stared at the way Georgie's blondish-red ringlets
bounced and swayed against her back as she marched back
to the pharmacy department. Then it suddenly hit him, like a
swift kick in the stomach. Georgie wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a grown woman.
    He hated to admit it, but Brad's sister piqued his interest,
at least before she'd accused him of stealing. Never in a million years would he have thought the woman he was ogling
was Georgie Mayer. He hadn't experienced this kind of immediate attraction in a long time. But now that he knew who
she was, he'd have to get his head on straight and treat her
like he'd always treated her. After all, she wasn't any ordinary woman. No. She was his best friend's little sister,