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did not just say that about my brother, with me in the house!” Sally exclaims, shock and laughter fighting equal measures in her voice.
    “She did indeed,” chortles the man I’m wrapped around, proving my point. My eyes close half way, as I feel his powerful body vibrate, with his words and laughter. I love the feeling, a simple action that proves this man, is very much alive.
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    When I see her descending the stairs, I feel like I can’t breathe. Her elegance and beauty astounds me. She’s dressed in a red dress that flows about her luscious curves, yet only hints at what’s hidden beneath.
    Climbing to my feet, I walk quickly to her, as if drawn by a magnet. She is my true north, my life, my everything.
    “You look stunning,” the inadequate words don’t do her justice. Searching her expression, I see excitement bubble like champagne inside of her. “Would you like something to drink or is your news you’re dying to tell, about to explode from you similar to how Sally’s clothes did earlier?” I tease, before bending to kiss her soft lips. I can’t help it, I need to taste her.
    I take my time, exploring and drinking from her. Hearing a groan coming from her, I can’t help the pleasure ripple through me, that I caused that throaty sound.
    With a fair amount of disgust reverberating in her voice she mutters, “Too many clothes,” making a laugh escape me. She has literally just said what I’m thinking.
    “Mmm, you’re like a human vibrator,” pops out of her mouth, causing me to laugh again.
    Before I can say anything in reply, I hear my sister’s voice from the stairs, “OMG, you did not just say that about my brother, with me in the house!” she exclaims, shock and laughter, fighting equal measures in her voice.
    “She did indeed,” is the only thing I can say, while a satisfied smirk spreads across my face.
    Stepping back from my temptress, I grasp her hands and pull her after me. Looking up at Sally, I realize my little sister has turned into a beautiful woman.
    “You look beautiful,” I inform her. The smile she gives me lights her up, she descends the stairs with a little bounce and sway of her arms.
    I get us all something to drink, sit beside Beth on the settee, and take a gulp of my drink. Finally, I turn to her, smiling as I take in her beauty.
    “What is your news?” I finally ask, my curiosity has reached its limits.
    “I signed another book contract for the story I sent off last month. The publisher also contracted me for two more stories too,” her smile bursts from her like a ray of sunshine that I can’t help basking in.
    “Congratulations, that is amazing news and if I do say so myself, well deserved. You have a brilliant talent,” I wrap her in my arms, dragging her closer to me. One hand reaches up and I let my fingers trace the contours of her face. I can’t help myself, there’s something about her that I find irresistible.
    “Okay, don’t get me wrong,” Sally pipes up from the armchair she’s curled up in, “I’m really pleased for you, but what happened this morning, with Mrs. Hardy? She wanted something from you, and you called her son a murderer!”
    “What?” I ask. A wrinkle furrows my brow. My head spins toward my sister and back again. Thinking of this morning in the diner, I remember the old woman and the freaky silence.
    “I called him a murderer, because he is one.” Beth informs us. Silence crashes into the room, deafening, confusing, and utterly shocking.

Chapter 12
    The ringing of the doorbell breaks the silence. It’s only when it chimes again, I finally move to answer it. Confusion clouds my brain. Who is Mrs. Hardy’s son, and how does Beth know he’s a murderer. And what does it have to do with her?
    Answering the door, I gesture for Jonathan to enter.
    “You okay?” worry laces his voice as he looks at me, “Nothing has happened to Sally has it?”
    “What? No, no she’s fine,” I reassure him, surprised at the concern and