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of the week. How does a man woo a beautiful woman with texts or emails?”
    Myra could see theresemblance now although Beck’s hair was a lighter shade of brown than Holt’s, almost caramel color. Both of the men had light blue eyes, square jaws, and imposing builds, easily over six feet tall. Beck, however, appeared younger and happier. His skin was also not scarred or mottled which might explain why Holt looked older.
    “I wasn’t asking you to romance me,” Holt retorted. “I was simply sayingyou could check in every now and then. Are you staying for lunch?”
    Fiona laughed and headed for the refrigerator. “I’m already on it. But I want to hear all about England in return.”
    “I promise, Fiona. I have lots of stories to tell.” Beck’s gaze swung to Myra. “And who is this lovely one, Holt? Please tell me she’s available and doesn’t belong to you.”
    His admiring head to toe appraisal madeher blush clear to the roots of her copper-colored hair. He’d picked up her hand and had pressed a kiss to it in true gallant fashion only to have Holt’s fingers wrap around her wrist, gently pulling her arm away from his brother. Her skin tingled where he’d touched it and she rubbed the flesh with her other hand to try and erase the feeling.
    “This is Myra Burke, my PA, and she belongs to herself.”No one could fail to hear the tone of dire warning in Holt’s voice but it didn’t seem to bother the brother in the least. “Myra, this is my brother, Beckett Winslow. He runs the family finance business. He does a pretty good job of it too, despite his almost non-stop womanizing.”
    “Half-brother,” Beck clarified with a grin. “Same father. Different mother. It explains why I’m so charming and Holtis a pain in the ass.”
    He was so charming and friendly Myra found herself smiling back. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    “Does my brother bore you with all his talk about legal precedent and briefs?”
    Beck Winslow must have been in London for awhile. Myra detected an ever-so-slight British accent in his deep tones. Paired with his handsome face and sexy body she had no doubt he had his choice of beautifulwomen.
    “She’s my PA, not my legal secretary,” Holt answered before she had a chance. “Why don’t we sit at the dining table and have some lunch? Did you have a business meeting today, Beck? You’re dressed for it.”
    “That’s what I came to talk to you about, little brother. We need to discuss the overseas operations.”
    “Fine. After lunch.”
    Bart had come in the French doors off the kitchen and waswashing up in the sink as Fiona waved everyone into the dining room. With Beck joining them there weren’t enough stools at the island. She began to follow Beck when she felt a staying hand on her arm. It was Holt. He held her back until the kitchen was empty.
    “I think I should say something about Beck. He’s a good man but don’t take anything he says very seriously. He goes through women likeother men change their shirts. He’s not someone a woman like you should get involved with.”
    Myra didn’t have red hair for nothing. She had a temper and took great pains to keep the flare-ups to a minimum but this was too much. She wasn’t going to allow her employer to decide whom she could date.
    “First off, I doubt your brother is interested in me, Mr. Winslow. I think he was just being friendly.I bet he flirts with everyone he meets.” Her temper was really simmering now. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and on the back of her neck. “Secondly, I’m not sure what you mean by a woman like me . Are you saying that I’m not good enough for your brother? Is it because I’m a single mother? Or is it that I’m not attractive or rich enough? And third, I’m not dumb or have fairy dust in my eyes.I’m perfectly aware that a rich man like Beckett Winslow isn’t going to sweep me off my working mother feet and turn me into a princess. Boy, am I aware. So you can stop worrying