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statement to the effect that he could spank me if I wrecked his car. It was the only way I could get him to let me drive it when I’d tagged along on his last job with Mark—I certainly hadn’t been serious.
    “Oh, for Pete’s sake, I was lying. ” I hated to admit it, but I had been. Bad me.
    “That’s even worse. Now you doubly deserve it.” He nipped my earlobe.
    “I still maintain it was not a wreck. Minor damage, at best,” I argued after a tiny moan.
    “It’ll only be minor damage for you, too,” he said, caressing my backside. “Tit for tat. Or … we could just renegotiate the terms.” He placed his mouth over mine and did some things with that clever tongue of his.
    I squirmed against him, trying to resist—at least, I’m pretty sure that’s what I was trying to do—but my body was only too ready to open itself to negotiations. Stupid body.
    A screech, followed by several whoops and a squeal, interrupted us. Billy paused for a second, then resumed kissing me, ignoring the escalating symphony from upstairs. I pulled my lips away from his—reluctantly—and cocked my head at him, lifting my brows.
    He emitted a harsh sound through clenched teeth but quickly composed himself. “You’re right. I’ll check on her.”
    I stepped back, and Billy turned away from me, shook himself all over, and counted to ten slowly under his breath. The orangutan noises were getting louder.
    “What are you waiting for? We need to see if she’s okay.”
    “Just give me a second, all right?”
    Oh. Well, yes, I could see his dilemma. “Um, can’t you just … adapt?” I asked.
    He gritted his teeth. “Sometimes that’s easier said than done.”
    I patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you wait here? I’ll go check on her.”
    He waved me off, not looking at me. Part of me felt like he deserved it, after what he’d done to me at the zoo. Another part of me wanted to toss Molly a banana and tell her to shut up and go back to sleep.
    The fuzzy munchkin was all over me as soon as I opened the door to her room. I patted her back and spoke softly as I paced the room with her. “It’s going to be all right, Molls. Really. I promise. I know this has to be weird for you, and scary, too, but you’re not alone. We’re going to get you fixed. James is coming tomorrow—you know how smart he is—and I’m sure he’ll have you right as rain in no time.”
    She settled into soft whimpers, clutching my shirt, her tiny thumb suspiciously close to her mouth. Billy joined us.
    “Here, I’ll take her.”
    Molly went willingly, hugging her brother tightly enough to squeeze a small oof out of him.
    He looked at me with lustful regret. “I’ll stay with her.”
    I nodded and turned to go to my room, but was stopped by a hairy, outstretched arm. “You want me to stay, too, Molly?” She nodded vigorously.
    “The bed’s a little small for three, Molls,” Billy said. Molly shook her head and held on to both of us.
    I sighed. “Come on, you two.”
    *   *   *
    Hours later, Billy sat bleary-eyed at my kitchen table, a far cry from his typically cheery morning self. He’d gotten his wish—a night in my king-size bed—but a hairy little sister added to the equation tends to put a damper on romance. Molly bounced up and down on the chair next to him, sucking orange juice through a bendy straw and slurping soggy cereal straight from her bowl without benefit of a spoon.
    “When is James supposed to get here?” he asked, weariness coloring his voice.
    “Early afternoon. If he can get away from the lab in time to make the noon shuttle,” I said. “But Mark and Thomas should be here soon.”
    “Did you stress the urgency of the situation to James? I mean—Molly, get off the table!—did you tell him this is a family emergency?”
    “Yes, I did. But I couldn’t exactly spell out the details to him, could I? Not over the phone. If there’s one thing I’ve learned working with you spooks, it’s never trust the