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implying,” Wendy clarifies.
    Lexi snaps her mouth shut and shrugs. “It went something like that.” Plopping down on the chair next to Wendy, she asks, “So where’s the jailbird?”
    “Shhh!” I hiss at her. “He’ll be down any minute and don’t say shit like that in front of him.”
    “He just got out of jail,” Lexi yawns. “What else do we have to talk about with him? Politics? World news?”
    “Lexi, I swear if you make him feel uncomfortable I’ll tell Mom you’re having sex with anything that has a penis!” I threaten.
    “Morning,” a deep voice calls and I nearly jump out of my skin when I realize it’s Connor. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a fitted black T-shirt, showcasing his muscular body. It takes a moment before I realize I’m staring at him, my eyes tracing each of the intricate tattoos that run down his arms.
    “M-morning,” I stutter. “How’d you sleep?”
    “Pretty good, thanks.” There’s an awkward beat of silence as the two of us just stare at one another until Lexi clears her throat.
    Standing, she approaches holding her hand out like she’s some kind of Southern debutante.
    “You must be Connor,” she states the obvious and offers her hand politely as he takes her it and shakes it awkwardly. Something tells me he’s not used to polite ladies—not that Lexi is one. “I’m Lexi, Demi’s younger sister.” I cut my eyes to Wendy, who just chuckles behind her coffee mug. She loves to point out she’s the younger one.
    “It’s nice to meet you,” Connor replies with a kind smile before his gaze darts back to me. “Mind if I wash up?”
    “Not at all. I left a towel and washcloth in there if you want to shower.”
    “Thanks.” When he’s left us, I realize the kitchen is silent, and I’ve been staring at his back as he walked down the hallway. When I look to Lexi, her mouth is hanging open, and she’s watching me. Even with her sunglasses on, I know her eyes are bugging out.
    “What?”
    “What do you mean, ‘what?’” Lexi hisses as she seizes my arm and drags me to the table forcing me to sit. “How about we start with Mr. Gives-Me-Lady-Wood-Just-Looking-At-Him, huh?” I look at Wendy and see she’s pressing her lips together to keep from laughing.
    “What about him?” I ask, stupidly. There’s no denying Connor is extremely attractive in a rugged and dangerous kind of way. But I refuse to talk about it with Lexi.
    “Really?” she asks in disbelief. “You want to play dumb?”
    “Here it comes,” Wendy snorts.
    “I’m just going to say it, and you can’t be mad at me for saying it.” Lexi warns, and I cringe internally. She’s always been so crass, and I love it about her sometimes, but other times she literally makes me ill with her verbal diarrhea. “Your husband died, Demi, not your vagina. Don’t you dare act like he doesn’t affect you.”
    Groaning, I stand and return to the counter. As I begin cracking eggs into a bowl I argue, “Not everyone’s world revolves around sex, Lexi.”
    “Okay,” she sighs in defeat. “I mean, if you’re not interested, you mind if I take a bite?” My stomach knots at the thought.
    “Yes, I do,” I toss the shell I’m holding in my hand in the sink and turn back to her. “Leave him be, Lexi. Please. He’s Blake’s cousin, and I don’t want things getting weird because you unleashed your crazy on him.”
    “My crazy?” She feigns offense as a small smile curves her lips. Leaning her chair back, she looks down at her crotch and says, “You hear what she just called you? That’s okay. You are crazy,” she coos. “Crazy good.”
    “Are you seriously talking to your vagina?” I ask in disbelief. Wendy is absolutely no help to me at all. She’s watching us banter, red-faced and laughing.
    “You hurt its feelings,” Lexi pouts as she meets my gaze, her expression serious. “Say you’re sorry.”
    My sister is nuts and even though she’s extremely immature and