specifically that he didnât find funny? She thought about pointing out this was actually pretty good material, but decided not to. There was a better than even chance she would be barfing from nerves shortly. Why push her luck now?
He stared at her for several seconds. She smiled tightly. âItâs the whole visitor, front door thing. Youâre supposed to invite me in.â
âI donât want to.â
âYouâll warm up to me.â
âI doubt it.â
âIâm a very nice person.â
He looked unconvinced but still he took a step back and allowed her to ease past him into the foyer.
The interior of the house was large, but homey. It was the kind of place designed to make someone feel at easeâtoo bad it wasnât having that effect on her at the moment.
She turned to Alex, but before she could speak a teenage boy rolled into the room. He was pale and thin, with dark hair and eyes. His right hand worked a control on his motorized wheelchair while his left hand lay bent and curled in his lap.
âAre you the stripper I ordered?â he asked as he eyed her. âIâve been waiting over an hour. I was expecting better service from your company.â
Dani tilted her head slightly as she tried to figure out how to handle the outrageous question. Finally she settled on the truth.
âIâm not exactly stripper material,â she said with a grin. âIâm too short. I always picture them really tall and with those big headpieces like the Las Vegas showgirls wear.â
âThey couldnât drive in one of those feather things,â he told her.
âThey could if they had a sunroof and kept it open.â
âDonât encourage him,â Alex muttered. âDani Buchanan, Ian Canfield. My brother. He can be obnoxious.â
âAn ugly accusation and totally untrue.â
âNice to meet you,â Dani said and held out her hand to Ian.
He moved his wheelchair close and shook her hand. âYou could be stripper material if you wanted,â he said.
âWhat a lovely thing to say. Itâs a compliment Iâll treasure always. My mother would be so proud.â
Ian laughed. âOkay, I like you. That doesnât happen often. You should treasure the moment.â
Dani laughed. âI will. Youâll be prominently mentioned in my diary tonight.â
He sighed. âItâs a problem I have all the time. Chicks dig me. Itâs the supersized battery. They go crazy for power.â
With that, he spun his chair and wheeled away.
When he was gone, she turned to Alex. âSee. People like me.â
âHeâs young and he doesnât know who you are.â
âMeaning he wonât like me when he finds out Iâm inherently evil?â
Alex stared at her. His dark eyes gave nothing away. âIan doesnât usually warm up to people.â
âHeâs a perceptive young man. I like him, too.â
âYou think Iâm going to be swayed by some pity banter with my crippled brother?â
Her brief good mood faded and she suddenly wished she were big and muscular so she could hit him and do some damage.
âDonât insult me and donât you dare insult him.â She moved closer and poked him in the chest. âIâll accept that Iâm a complication no one expected. You can be protective of your family all you want, you can even think the worst of me. But donât you dare take what was a charming moment in an otherwise insane day and make it something disgusting.â
âAre you going to take me on?â he asked, obviously unimpressed by her temper.
âIn a heartbeat.â
âThink youâll win?â
âAbsolutely.â
One corner of his mouth twitched slightly. âWeâll see.â
Great. She was furious and he found the situation, or possibly her, amusing. Good-looking or not, she was thinking she could seriously grow to hate