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use to get girls into bed.”
    Sophie sighed. She didn’t go for her usual line, though. “You don’t really believe that.”
    “Eh.” Verbal shrug. Sebastian pulled another plate out of the dish rack and started wiping it dry.
    “You’re just asking for it. You know that, right?”
    Screwing one’s face up in confusion made it hard to hold a phone between one’s shoulder and cheek. He needed one of those dumb headsets, because Sophie had a knack for calling when he didn’t have any free hands. “Asking for what?”
    “Asking for Cupid to come and shoot you in the ass with one of his arrows.”
    “Then what, I’ll fall in love with my own ass? Already happened. It’s a lovely ass. Well-formed. And you know it’s not Cupid—”
    “It’s Eros,” she finished for him in a drone. Then she sighed, “Okay, so let’s get the inquisition over with.”
    “What inquisition would that be, dear sister?” He asked, the epitome of surprised innocence.
    Sophie snorted. “Puh-lease, just ask me about school.”
    “Oh, you want to tell me about your studies? Lovely, go right ahead.”
    “It’s fine. It’s the beginning of the semester. I like my classes. I took a few of the ones you suggested . Are we done?”
    He put up with her talking about relationships, so she could put up with him talking about her education. Someone had to; Dad wasn’t. “How few of the ones I suggested ?” he asked pointedly.
    She sighed so loudly he winced. “Three, okay? History of Women in Art, Anthropology, and I continued French.” She said French as if it was a disease.
    “French is a beautiful language,” Sebastian said. Then he pulled out his trump card. “Someday, you’ll have a lover who whispers French in your ear and you’ll know if he’s complimenting you or talking about food.”
    “Well, there is that . . .” She sounded more interested. “On that note, maybe it’s time we started discussing relationships. Yours.”
    Done with the dishes, Sebastian leaned against the counter and let her start. Sophie believed talking about guys was one of the main benefits of having a gay brother.
    “So, who do you have your sights set on now?”
    “Nobody.”
    “Nobody? Please.”
    He smiled to himself but kept it out of his voice. “Nobody in particular.”
    “There’s noooo body out there you’ve been eyeing and whose person you’ve been making designs upon.”
    “Hmmm. You sound skeptical.” He drawled it. That always annoyed the shit out of her.
    “Sebastian.” Sophie’s teeth were clenched. He could hear it. He smiled wider and snapped the air with the wet dish towel.
    “Eyeing? Yeah. Designs on their person? No.”
    “What? Why not?”
    Sebastian shrugged, almost losing the phone again. He caught it and said, “He’s straight.”
    Sophie was momentarily speechless. Score .
    “Huh. That’s unlike you.” True. “Are you sure he’s straight?”
    “Mmmm. Eighty percent sure, say.”
    “All right. We can work with that twenty percent. Tell me about him.”
    Sebastian shrugged again, grabbing the phone first this time. He was going to make her work for it. “He’s cute.”
    “Like, fluffy-baby-animal cute or I-wouldn’t-kick-him-out-of-bed cute?” She was getting that impatient edge to her voice again. Teeth clenching would commence any second. Sebastian smiled and started twirling the towel.
    “Kinda both, actually. He’s cute.”
    “Shit, this is useless.” He didn’t believe her. She never gave up that easily. “But I refuse to give up. Tell me about the sexy-cute part.”
    Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Beautiful muscles, and he’s got these high, prominent cheekbones, almost Native American looking, yeah? And blue eyes. With a darker ring around the iris. Am I done now?”
    Sophie heaved a sigh. “Just tell me what makes him baby-animal cute.” He hesitated too long, and she pounced. “A-ha! Now we’re getting somewhere. Talk.”
    Shit . “He’s, I don’t know. Macho, yeah? But I