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of Glinda the Good Witch from The Wizard of Oz —although the bubbliness was starting to grate on his nerves a tad. Sandra certainly wasn’t like her. He’d even doubt Sandra and Missy were related, except for the fact they were both very attractive blondes. Narrowing his eyes, he studied Missy’s face again, looking for the resemblance—the small, slightly turned-up nose, the perfect cheekbones, the cerulean-blue eyes. Oh, yeah, he thought. They were related. That gene pool was watertight—if you didn’t count the personality part. So why couldn’t Sandra be as warm and personable as her sister?
    Why did he even care?
    Ben hated to admit it, but Sandra-don’t-call-me-Sandy was a bit of a challenge. He liked the keen intelligence that simmered behind her gaze, too. She had guts opening and then standing up for her business. Plus, since he’d become famous, he’d never come across a woman with the kind of Wonder Woman ability to resist him that she obviously possessed. It wasn’t like she was married or anything—not that that had stopped other women from trying in the past—but it certainly wasn’t a factor in her case. Her actions went beyond annoying. He wasn’t used to a woman treating him so…so… normally .
    How could she not even comment on how he looked today? She had to have realized that he couldn’t have walked into an average barbershop and asked for the works. He’d had to do it all himself, which was no easy feat. Not that that cold-blooded and apparently blind woman had noticed.
    “Big Bens, why don’t you lead us in circle time?” Missy asked.
    Her words jolted him back to the present, and he squinted as if that would improve his hearing. “Circle…what?”
    “Circle time.” She giggled. “It’s great fun. We all sit in a circle and sing songs.”
    Oh, yes. That sounds like great fun. A real hoot. Thanks so much for including me. Who did she think he was, Mr. Rogers? “Uh…maybe I should just continue to observe today.”
    Missy’s mouth formed a little bow. “Oh. Maybe tomorrow then?”
    No freakin’ way, sister. “Absolutely.”
    Dear Lord, he was calling his agent as soon as he got back to his apartment. Denise hadn’t mentioned anything about belting out “Old MacDonald” for this gig.
    Missy seemed appeased and resumed looking through her collection of CDs. He sat back down, casting a glance at Sandra’s little girl, Hannah, who had turned around at Missy’s question.
    Talk about an adorable kid. Again that gene pool working its one-of-a-kind magic. The kid was already a real heartbreaker. In fact, if Sandra wanted to—which he highly doubted, since it would be his idea—he could get her daughter some small acting parts. They’d probably make some decent money, too. What person with a heart would be able to resist an angel face like hers?
    Ben could still feel the child’s gaze on him, so he looked back at her and smiled. She didn’t smile back. Hannah just continued to stare at him with marked disappointment in those big four-year-old eyes. Oh, man. She looked as though she was silently reprimanding him for not doing circle time.
    Figures. He huffed out a breath. Sandra was doing one major job on that kid. It seemed as if Hannah was picking things up rather fast, since she had the judgmental attitude of her mother down pat.
    Okay, kid. You win. I promise I’ll sing my little heart out tomorrow.
    The girl blinked and still met him with a disapproving stare. She evidently didn’t understand the gigantic mental victory she had just won over him.
    “Um, ’cuse me. I have something to tell you,” she said.
    Ben sighed and prepared himself for a lecture. “Oh, yeah, what?”
    “Bug.”
    “Bug?” That’s it? He almost laughed. “Where’s a bug?”
    She smiled and pointed. “Over there.”
    Ben stood up and walked over to the windows, grabbing the attention of Missy and the rest of the class. His eyes swept around the floor a few seconds, and then he