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hot and itchy, and the summer heat is just making it worse. But Amy’s great. She lets them swim in the little plastic pool in the backyard for half the day. I’m trying to talk her into a weekend away after the scourge has left us.”
    “You’re welcome to my condo in Belize,” Dylan said.
    “You bought one?” Justin said. “I thought you would choose one of the flashier spots.”
    Dylan shook his head, thinking he’d grown weary of frantic nightlife. What he craved more than anything now was peace. “I’m turning into a crusty old bachelor. I like an island breeze, Beliken beer and a nice sunset.”
    “Sounds good,” Justin said. “Add Amy to that picture and it would work for me.”
    “Speaking of women,” Michael said, looking at Dylan curiously. “How’s it going with Alisa?”
    “She still doesn’t remember much, and she’s very frustrated. We visited her apartment today, and that seemed to help a little.” He paused, leaning against the bar. “She’s more of a handful than I expected.”
    “Alisa? She’s the sweetest girl in Virginia,” Michael said. “Aside from Kate, of course,” he added, referring to his wife.
    Dylan shook his head, thinking of her sensual bedroom and the way she’d taunted him this afternoon. “She’s not the little cookie girl anymore.”
    “What do you mean? She can’t make chocolate chip cookies anymore?” Justin asked in an appalled voice.
    “I don’t know if she remembers how to make the cookies or not. I’m just saying she is more than I expected.”
    “Is that good or bad?” Justin asked.
    Dylan thought about the passionate way she’d responded to him and the way he’d wanted to take her right there in the barn. “Both.”
    As the bartender delivered their beers, Michael and Justin looked at each other in confusion. “I can’t tell whether she’s coming on to you or spitting in your face.”
    “Try both,” Dylan said, and took a long swallow of beer. “I can’t take advantage of her, because she’s still recovering.”
    “Plus she’s gonna hate you when she remembers,”Justin reminded him. He shook his head in commiseration. “I don’t envy you.”
    “Yeah, well it’s not my job to seduce her or be seduced by her. It’s my job to provide a place for her to recover and that’s what I’m doing,” Dylan said. Even if it kills me. “But enough about that. I wanted to let you know I’ll be negotiating with Grant Remington soon about the bioengineering project.”
    “Grant Remington,” Michael said. “Your half brother.”
    Dylan gave a dirty chuckle. “He’d probably punch you for saying that.”
    Michael lifted an eyebrow. “I’d say he’s damn lucky.”
    “How?” Dylan asked. “For having his inheritance whittled down to accommodate his father’s slipup?”
    “For getting you as his brother. He’s got money to burn.”
    He tasted the familiar bitterness and shrugged. “I really don’t give a damn as long as I get what I want.”
    The three men fell silent, but the noise of the bar lessened the impact. Michael cleared his throat. “In the meantime Kate told me to invite all of you to the house for a barbecue next Friday.”
    “Works for me,” Justin said. “All the chicken pox should be gone by then.”
    “Good,” Michael said, then glanced at Dylan. “Alisa’s invited, too.”
    Dylan struggled with mixed feelings. Despite thefact that Alisa was a handful, he liked having her to himself. It gave him a false sense of security, he realized wryly and nodded at Michael. Alisa would learn the truth sometime. Nothing was forever. “I’ll bring her if she’s still speaking to me,” he said, and lifted his beer in a salute.
     
    Alisa turned her attention to regaining as much of her memory as she could. She tried her best not to think about Dylan, at least while she was awake. She’d started dreaming about him while she slept. Sensual dreams where he kissed her endlessly and aroused her to the brink of pleasure,