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September when she had left to go to college in New York, where her older brother lived.
    Ross was that brother’s friend. From the moment Chloe set foot into the Brownings’ living room her eye was drawn to him. He had seemed to represent all the things she had never knowrmonconformity, independence, singularity. Even in a crowd, he stood out. Sandra had said he was in the Peace Corps, stationed in Africa. He was tall and breathtakingly attractive in a wholly new and exciting way for Chloe. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Crystal had whispered in the ear of her twin.
    “I’ll say. What do you think he’s doing here?”
    “That’s a dumb question. He’s visiting the Brownings like we are.”
    They stood with their heads together, both pairs of eyes glued to Ross.
    Chloe asked, “Do you think he has a girl?”
    “A guy like that? Girls, plural. He’s oozing virility-or hadn’t you noticed?”
    “I noticed,” Chloe drawled. “Think he’ll notice us?”
    “Why not? We’re rich and beautiful and sexy-“
    ” -and young.”
    Crystal bristled. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
    “If he’s Sammy’s friend, Crystal, he’s ten years older than we are. You don’t really think he’d be interested, do you?”
    “God, Chloe, you are a stickin-the-mud. Of course he’ll be interested. Men like freshness. And we are rich and beauti-“
    “I know, I know,” Chloe interrupted the litany, feeling a sudden surprising disdain for her sister’s arrogance. So often the arrogance was shared. As the babies of the family-and twins, at that-they’d been reared like royalty. For the first time, however, Chloe wondered whether men like this stranger were attracted to royalty. Was being rich and beautiful and sexy all that mattered? Something told her that this divine-looking man would seek more, something in his gaze as he slowly turned it their way.
    “Wow,” Crystal whispered. “I’m going after him.”
    “Oh, no. It’s my turn,” Chloe whispered back with matching determination. “You got Roger. This one’s mine.”
    “He won’t want a stickin-the-mud. You think we’re too young for him.”
    “I’ve changed my mind. Besides, he’s looking at me, not you.”
    Crystal snorted. “Arbitrary choice. We look exactly alike.”
    “All of a sudden we look exactly alike?” Chloe choked. “What about that ‘added bit of spice’ you claim to have? What about your last-born ‘glow of vulnerability’?”
    Crystal crinkled her nose. “He can’t see all that at this distance.”
    But Chloe was vehement. “I have a feeling about him.”
    “You always have feelings about people. I’m the doer. Remember?”
    “Not this time.”
    “Chloe …” Crystal warned in a singsong murmur.
    “Crystal …” Chloe warned right back. “We’ll toss a coin. Heads, I win.”
    Crystal’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll do the tossing. You always seem to win.”
    It was true. While Crystal, with her heightened impishness and propensity for instigating trouble, was often at the fore in their mischief-making, Chloe invariably won the toss of the coin. And with good reason. As the more levelheaded of the two, she was expected to be the one to produce the coin. It came from a secret fold in her wallet and served no other purpose than this. It would never have passed for currency. It had two heads. But Crystal never knew that, not even when she did the tossing herself.
    And so, with the keenest of amber eyes pulling her forward, Chloe had approached the mysterious man of the love generation. Initial silence had given way to the exchange of smiles, then names. There was brief small talk, amid a riot of steamy looks. The party had paled. Forgetting their friends, they had wandered onto the patio, then taken refuge by the pool. Later they had moved on to the sloping lawn of Sandra’s parents’ estate.
    Chloe shifted slowly in the tub. The heat of the water had dissipated, but was replaced by the heat of her body as she