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you think I am.” 
    ***

Oh
God, not again .  Was this woman, Suave or whatever her name was, going
batty on him again?  Max gave her a long, hard stare, glad she’d put some
distance between them so he could have a really good look at her.  Thankfully,
she didn’t look ready to curse him out or slap his face.  For the moment, at
least, she looked like she still had a grip on her fiery emotions, if not her
sanity.
    Finally,
he spoke.  “Meaning?”
    She
gave a little laugh and actually looked embarrassed.  “Meaning, you think I’m
Suave, but I’m not.”
    Oh,
Jesus.  She’s losing her grip again .  This was one crazy woman for sure. 
He certainly knew how to pick ‘em.  “I’m one hundred percent certain,” he said
slowly, not wanting to trigger her anger, “that’s what they called you back at
the sports complex.”  His eyes narrowed as he watched her.  “So who do you
think you are today?”
    She
laughed.  “I’m Silken,” she said, her eyes flashing with what looked like
amusement.  “I’m her sister.”  Then, as if that cleared up everything, she bent
down, picked up her bag from the floor then straightened and looked back at him
with a satisfied smile.
    He
cocked his head to one side, trying to figure her out.  “Your sister, you say. 
So you’re not Suave…”  Of course, he didn’t believe her but he didn’t want to
come right out and say it.  You never knew what set these people off.  He had
to take it slow.  “You’re not the woman who chewed me out two days ago.”
    “Of
course I am,” she said with another laugh, looking like she was enjoying this
little game she was playing.
    “Okay.” 
He dragged the word out.  And as he watched her he folded his arms across his
chest.  The woman was making not a lick of sense but he’d be patient. He was
sure she would come up with some sort of explanation.  He could only hope it
would have some semblance of reason.
    “Can
I…”  She looked around then back at him.  “Oh, I forgot.  You don’t have any
furniture.  I was going to ask if I could have a seat.”  Then she frowned. 
“What kind of a place is this, anyway?  Not planning on receiving visitors?”
    Max
unfolded his arms and slid his hands into his pockets.  He shrugged.  “Just
moved in.  I don’t even have staff yet.”
    That
seemed to pique her curiosity.  Brows raised, she tilted her face up to him. 
“What kind of business are you setting up here?”
    He
was about to say, but then he paused.  She was a curious one.  Right after
dropping a big bag of mystery into his lap she’d moved on to a totally
different topic.  He shook his head.  “I’ll answer your questions as soon as
you answer mine.  If you’re not Suave, who the hell are you?”
    The
dark-haired beauty rolled her eyes.  Crazy or not, she was damn easy on the
eyes.  She gave an exasperated sigh.  “I already told you.  I’m her sister. 
We’re twins.”
    “Well,
I’ll be damned.”  Things were finally beginning to make sense.  “So Suave was
the one the guy hit on.”
    She
nodded.  “She came out to the tennis court and told me what happened.”
    “And
you tore back inside and blasted the man sitting at the bar,” he said finishing
the sentence for her.  “The man who happened to be me.”
    She
had the grace to give him a rueful smile. “Sorry.”
    He
couldn’t help but smile back.  “Well, I’m glad about one thing.”
    “What’s
that?”
    “You’re
not insane.”  He shook his head.  “For a while there you had me convinced you’d
lost more than a few screws upstairs.”
    “What?”
 She jammed a fist on her hip and gave him an indignant glare.  “You thought I
was crazy?”  A mischievous smile tickled her lips.  “Now I wonder what gave you
that idea?”
    “Probably
when you marched in with fire in your eyes and proceeded to lambaste an
innocent man.”  He laughed.  “For a moment I thought I was in the