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with him. That reminded her that she needed to be sure her mother didn’t find them. She’d throw them out for sure.
    Note to self: Hide Pop-Tarts elsewhere.
    “The fact that my mother has a pair of llamas does not indicate anything about me.”
    A lie, but he brought that out in her. The need to deviate from the truth. And the need to just stare at him. Luke looked even better in daylight than he had the night before. He was wearing black jeans and a T-shirt again.
    “What about the fact that you like yellow daisies on your underwear?” Luke inquired with a wickedly slow smile. “Does that indicate anything about you?”
    “No, but the fact that you brought it up indicates that you are deliberately trying to embarrass me,” Julia retorted.
    She met his stare head-on, refusing to look away from the blatant sexual heat he was aiming her way.
    Note to self: You are immune.
    Sure, there was something going on here, but it took more than physical chemistry to impress her these days.
    She narrowed her eyes in a female warning to back off.
    Luke responded by slowly undressing her with his deep, Dylan Thomas eyes.
    Their visual duel was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Toni, who proudly declared, “Girls have vaginas!”
    And so it went . . . just another Sunday morning in Julia’s now totally-out-of-whack world.

Chapter Four
    Having completed her emphatic vagina monologue, Toni the Biter marched back inside, leaving Luke and Julia alone with the llamas.
    Julia restrained from rolling her eyes, or tearing her hair out, or any of the many things she was tempted to do—including giving in to that hottie-biker-thing Luke had going on.
    No, she maintained her decorum, her control, her cool.
    She did allow herself one tiny sigh of relief that her niece was back inside, but that quickly evaporated when Luke said, “Your sister thinks we had sex.”
    Julia blinked. “You had sex with my sister?”
    “No, she thinks you and I had sex.”
    Julia looked around, wanting to be sure they weren’t overheard before replying. The llamas appeared to be eavesdropping, their ears inclined in her direction, but otherwise the coast seemed to be clear. She really didn’t want any witnesses to a discussion about sex with Luke.
    Julia kept her voice low and calm. “How do you know she thinks . . . that?”
    “She told me so.”
    That sounded like something Skye would do. “What did you say?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Nothing?” Her voice rose. “Why didn’t you deny it?”
    “I figured that was your job.”
    “You could have told her that we only met yesterday.”
    “That doesn’t mean we couldn’t have had sex.”
    “Yes, it does. I don’t have sex with men I just met.”
    “So how long do you have to know them then? Two days? A week? A month?”
    “I am not answering that question.”
    “Why not? Afraid the answer will ruin your reputation?”
    “No.” Julia was infinitely more afraid her family’s wackiness would ruin her sterling reputation, one she’d worked so hard to create. “Look, I’m sorry my sister said anything to you. She won’t be bothering you again.”
    “What about you?”
    “What about me?”
    “Will you be bothering me again?”
    “I never bothered you in the first place. You’re the one who approached me.”
    “I told you. I have a thing for women in Bo Peep costumes.”
    “I am no longer wearing that costume.”
    “Yeah, I noticed that.” He’d been trained to notice a lot of things, like the tension on Julia’s face at the mention of her sister. Definitely something going on there. Given his own family history, he could relate to having what the navel-gazers called “family issues.” Not that he dwelled on stuff like that.
    “Did you come here for a reason?” Julia asked.
    “Absolutely.”
    “Care to tell me what that reason is?”
    Instead of answering, he asked a question of his own. “How long have you lived here?”
    “Three years,” she automatically replied and then