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Wearing this dress, Alisa concluded, would require guts. It was not a little-girl dress.
    She glanced at her choices and wondered why the clothing choice mirrored her dilemma with Dylan. The prudent choice would be one of the black dresses. The prudent choice with Dylan would be to let him continue to look at her as the little girl.
    Alisa picked up the white dress and tossed prudence out the window.

Four
    T his was a bad idea, Dylan said to himself as he waited for Alisa in the foyer. He had a feeling Alisa saw the potential for a fairy-tale ending with his unfamily, and she was in for a rude awakening. He wouldn’t have agreed to go if her sexy little dare hadn’t gotten under his skin.
    He shook his head. No matter. They wouldn’t stay long. He heard her footsteps on the stairs. “We’re only going to be there fifteen minutes, tops,” he warned as he turned around. “Most of the board members prefer quiet wine and quiet conversation, so don’t expect—”
    He broke off when he saw her. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he hadn’t expected this. Herhair was pulled up in an unstructured bun and she wore very little makeup, just enough to make him keep looking at her mouth and eyes. Pearl earrings dangled from her earlobes, and what her dress didn’t show was going to keep him up nights for the next month.
    The slivers of golden skin the white dress revealed could have caused a riot. He’d never been tongue-tied with a woman, but he was close to it now.
    She met his gaze. “Don’t expect what?” she prompted him.
    He adjusted his tie. “So don’t expect too much excitement.”
    She paused for a long moment, still holding his gaze. “There’s more than one kind of excitement.”
    Her eyes held a combination of daring and amusement that affected him like an intimate stroke. He walked behind her as she headed for the front door, his mind filled with sexual possibilities. He bit back an oath. This was going to be an even longer night than he’d anticipated.
     
    After they drove into town, Dylan and Alisa climbed the steps to the St. Albans Fine Arts Museum. They entered through the heavy wooden doors, then took the elevator to the third floor where the reception was to be held. Dylan couldn’t keep his eyes off Alisa. Quietly observing everything, she didn’t seem to be the least bit aware that he’d thoughtabout stripping her clothes off her at least twenty times during the past twenty minutes.
    They walked through another set of doors only to be greeted by Kirsten Remington. Dylan watched his younger half sister’s jaw drop nearly to the ground.
    “Dylan Barrow,” she said as though he were the scourge of the earth. “You weren’t expected.”
    “Surprise,” he said with a dry grin. “Kirsten Remington, this is Alisa Jennings.”
    Alisa extended her hand. “How nice to meet you,” she said. “You’ll have to excuse my lack of knowledge, but I’m not in the pharmaceutical business. You said Remington? Any relation to Archibald Remington?”
    Kirsten lifted her chin. “Archibald Remington was my father.”
    Alisa nodded. “Oh,” she said with a smile. “So you’re Dylan’s half sister.”
    Kirsten paled and seemed to have a hard time catching her breath. “Excuse me. My fiancé is waving at me.”
    “Torpedo one,” Dylan said.
    Alisa looked at him. “Why do you say that? She was polite.”
    “Uh-huh,” he said in mock agreement. “I was just wondering if I would need smelling salts for her.”
    “It wasn’t that bad,” she insisted.
    “Alisa,” he told her, “they don’t like to be reminded that they’re related to me.”
    “Tough,” she said, with an indomitable attitude.“Introduce me to your work buddies,” she said with a smile. “Show me a good time.
    He guided her around the room, introducing her to the members of the board. Although each board member appeared surprised by his presence, Alisa somehow managed to get past their reserve. Finally he and