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two little girls who were sitting at the edge of the pool with their father.
    Quinece smiled. “Yeah, they’re growing up rather quickly. It seems like I just gave birth to them yesterday and now they’re two years old already.”
    Brandy glanced at the man standing alone on the patio and cleared her throat. “That guy over there in the jeans and blue shirt, he has to be your brother but I don’t recall meeting him at Alexia and Quinn’s wedding,” she said.
    Quinece’s gaze followed hers and a sad smile touched her lips. “Yes, that’s my brother Grey. He’s a year older than me and Quinn, and for the longest time everyone thought that he and Quinn were the twins since they look so much alike.”
    Quinece then released a sigh. “He wasn’t at the wedding because a month before it took place, his wife was killed in a car accident. Grey took Gloria’s death hard and hasn’t been himself since then. He blames himself for her death.”
    At Brandy’s questioning gaze, Quinece said, “Grey was a FBI agent at the time, head of an undercover operation to expose this international baby-selling ring. He’d been away from home for quite a while and his absences had always been a sore spot with Gloria. He had planned to return a few days before the accident but got detained. She was on her way to visit a friend when the accident happened. Of course Grey feels had he come home when he was supposed to, the accident wouldn’t have happened.”
    Quinece blinked back her tears. “And although all of us have tried convincing him that that may not have been the case, he still feels responsible for her death.” She smiled that same sad smile again. “Grey used to be the life of any Masters party.” She shrugged. “Now, he’s like a stranger. Chances are he’ll be gone before the day is over.”
    Brandy nodded, not knowing what to say as a rush of sorrow ran through her. And here she thought she had problems.
    “Excuse me for a second,” Quinece was saying. “Kendall is summoning me over. Evidently one or both of the girls are in need of a potty break. I’ll chat with you later.”
    Brandy nodded as she watched Quinece cross the patio to her husband, Kendall, who handed her one of the twins. She then turned her attention back to Grey Masters. A shiver touched her and her breath caught in her throat when she saw he had turned and was looking directly at her. His eyes were dark, penetrating, and she was suddenly flooded with a sensation that totally unnerved her.
    She drew in a deep, steadying breath as her pulse began to race, and she inwardly asked herself what there was about the man that was jarring her senses, her mind…and her body. The undeniably disconcerting effect he had on her made her want to run for cover. He wasn’t smiling nor was he frowning. His expression was unreadable, distant, and impersonal; yet she could not downplay the tingling of desire he elicited from deep within her. It may have been one-sided, but it was something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
    Finally he turned away, presenting his back to her. She quickly took a sip of her punch and tried to shake off the disturbing feeling that Grey Masters was definitely a dangerous man to any woman’s well-being.
    She heard one of the kids let out a chilling scream as they jumped into the pool, and turned to make sure no one was hurt. A few seconds later when she glanced back she noticed that Grey Masters was gone.
    A week later Brandy was back in Orlando. She entered her office, kicked off her shoes, and dropped her briefcase on the floor. At the moment she didn’t give a royal flip that it was a Louis Vuitton, one of a kind that she had paid well over a thousand dollars for. She was too mad to think about it.
    She had just ended a lengthy meeting with Wilbur Green, her food and beverage manager. They were not seeing eye to eye. Brandy wanted the poolside snack bar’s hours extended, since from the written feedback she had gotten from hotel