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whipping his body up and down, yanking his emotions from side to side.
    “Family names?” he asked, then mentally kicked himself. He might be having a tough
     time, but she was coasting through this fine. He didn’t need to rile her up by making
     her defend her kids’ old-fashioned names. He shifted to the foot of the table.
    “I never asked,” she answered easily. “With them you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.
     I take it you haven’t met them yet. They didn’t waste any time finding out about you.”
     She sighed again as he slowly began to manipulate her toes and the soles of her feet.
     “But even though I resent them for doing this, I have to say I will recommend you
     to them. You’re really good, Mr. Morgan.”
    “Tucker,” he said absently. She wanted him to massage her
children?
She seemed bright and intelligent, and it went without saying that she came wrapped
     up in a beautiful package, but she was also wacko. “Uh, I’m not sure,” he started
     slowly, “but I don’t think Lillian caters to the, uh, younger set.”
    “Younger set?” Sliding one hand up for balance, she lifted her head and looked over
     her shoulder at him. “What are you talking about?”
    He was too far away at the base of the table to snag the slowly slipping linen sheet,
     but her confused expression captured his full attention, anyway. “Your children. The
     twins. I don’t think we cater to children, here.”
    “My chil—” She broke off as understanding dawned in her eyes, and she started to laugh.
     The additional movement sent the linen sheet sliding south at an alarming rate. Tucker
     made a lunge for it at the same time thatshe realized the problem and jerked around, grabbing for it as well.
    She came up with a handful of linen. He came up with a handful of … her. He barely
     had time to register the full, firm warmth of her breast and the way her nipple peaked
     against his palm before her gasp had him releasing her and turning his back.
    “I’m—I apologize. Truly. I was just trying to keep the sheet from sliding to the—”
    “It’s okay, really,” she said sincerely. But she sounded quite breathless.
    Tucker kept his back to her.
    “All wrapped up, you can turn around now.”
    Tucker turned to find her seated on the side of the table, the sheet wrapped fully
     around her like a sarong, covering her to the knees. Her hair had come down and now
     fell in soft waves above her shoulders. Her expression was sincere, but humor glinted
     in her dark green eyes.
    “Well, at least this will have been a memorable first for both of us.”
    “I really am sorry—”
    She raised one hand, then slapped it back to her chest when the sheet began to slip.
     “No problem,” she said, her cheeks darkening a bit even as she laughed. “But there
     is one thing you should know. I’m not married.” At his confused expression, she hurried
     to add, “What I mean is, I don’t have twins. I don’t have kids at all.”
    Tucker refused to consider why this news should elate him so much. “Then who are Ida
     and Irma?”
    “Two of Lillian’s clients. They’re identical twins. They’re also eighty-two.”
    Tucker ran a mental replay then chuckled as hethought over their unknowing “who’s on first” conversation. “You had me going there,
     you know.”
    She laughed too. “It wasn’t intentional. It never occurred to me that you’d assume—”
    He lifted a hand. “My fault. So,” he said, seemingly unable to wipe the happy grin
     from his face, “they set you up, huh?”
    He was pleased when she smiled at his teasing. “Sucker born every minute. I should
     know.” She’d said it jokingly, but the edge of vulnerability made Tucker curious.
    He filed his questions away for the time being. Right now there were more urgent things
     to find out, such as what her name was. “So how do you know the twins? Great-niece
     or great-granddaughter or something?”
    “Oh, they’re customers of mine.