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    When they pulled in, Molly and Becca were sitting on the steps, apples in their hands. They were freshly scrubbed in dry clothes. Jackson came out with a t-shirt in his hand and the makeup artist said, “That boy is going to be fine as hell when he’s full-grown. God, I hope I’m around to corrupt him.”
    Nodding at the brothers, the young man said, “Y’all don’t ever call. She’s going to be pissed she wasn’t ready for you, again.” Garth Brooks started playing from inside the house and Brooke came out behind her brother, barefoot and wearing an eyelet sundress with tiny straps. Her damp hair fell around her and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was holding a small laundry basket in her hands filled with stuff to make homemade ice cream.
    Frozen like a deer, she whispered, “Shit. Do y’all do this on purpose?” Glancing up at all the people in her yard, she groaned. “Really? I have the new phone. I’m keeping it charged and everything.”
    “We called it. I think you have it on vibrate or something, honey,” Logan said quietly. He was having trouble breathing with the vision of her perky breasts and erect nipples pressing against the fine cotton of her dress.
    She rolled her eyes, annoyed with herself. “Of course. I’ll need another lesson from the two of you.” Decklan begged her silently to never say those words again. “Decklan, will you please fix my phone? It’s on the kitchen counter.” Taking a deep breath, she said to everyone gathered, “If y’all will bear with me for just a little bit, I promised the girls homemade ice cream. I’ll get it started then, you know, get dressed. Give me ten minutes.”
    Vaughn stepped up and took the basket from her. “Miss Kincaid, it is a great pleasure to meet you. I’m Vaughn Deflora, the photographer Travis hired to capture you on film.” His eyes flickered over her boldly. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m going to have to ask your forgiveness. We’ve been here for some time but didn’t want to interrupt your family time. As a photographer, I shoot what inspires me. I’d like you to go through the pictures I’ve already taken and tell me which ones you’d like copies of and which you wouldn’t mind if we used to promote you. Would you do that for me? I would be so grateful.”
    Not saying anything for a long moment, her sarcasm was obvious, “Wow, does that work on lots of women? That whole, “I’ve totally invaded your privacy but I was inspired and I’m exotically good looking so you’ll forgive me, I’m sure’?” She laughed at his shock. “No worries, Mr. Deflora, I’m sure you’re used to getting your way with your accent, long lashes, and dimples.” She gave a delicate shrug. “I’m just not susceptible. Remember that in future if you don’t mind. I’ll try to be a good subject for you.” He nodded with a stunned smile.
    She took the basket back and gave the brothers a wink as she turned. “Molly, Becca, come on girls, I can’t do all the work by myself.” They scrambled to sit beside her as she sat on the porch steps, the ice cream maker between her legs. The dress rode up her tanned, sleek thighs and Vaughn picked up his camera.
    Glancing up, she said clearly, “You get a single one exposing a portion of my body not intended for public consumption and it better get destroyed. Do we understand one another, Mr. Deflora?” He nodded. The three blond heads bent together as they added ingredients for the ice cream.
    The brothers sat on the railing of the porch and watched her. Jackson sat on the porch swing, his guitar in hand, playing along with the music on the stereo. As they started turning the crank, Break Down Here started to play, and the three girls started singing along.
    Their long blond hair lifted and dried in the warm breeze. If she’d been older, she definitely could have been mistaken as their mother. Becca leaned against her and Molly added salt and ice as Brooke turned the crank. They