Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

him. I absolutely love his mind."

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    Libby caught her sisters exchanging a look. "I do. I can't help it. He's a genius and can talk to me about the things that really appeal to me, but he's disconnected to people and even to his own feelings. He had a rotten childhood. I think he needs me, but really, I don't see why you think I need him."

    "Because you live your life for everyone else and you don't have boundaries," Joley said. "You're so smart, Libby, but you're too compassionate. You let too many people take pieces out of you. You can't say no. You need someone strong to step in and protect you. We try, but even we have a tendency to use you up. You can't say no and you need someone to provide a balance for you."

    "I do not." Libby was indignant.

    Hannah nodded her agreement with Joley. "She's right. You need a strong man in your life, one not afraid of anyone, especially us."

    Joley glanced out the window and whistled. "Speak of the devil. Oh my, Lib, the man is looking good today."

    Hannah and Joley crowded each other for space at the window.

    "Get away from there before he sees you," Libby said, mortified, yet she could feel laughter bubbling up.
    Her sisters loved to tease her, but already Tyson thought her family was a bunch of fruitcakes. She didn't need him to catch them gawking at him. She bared her teeth at her two younger sisters, hoping to look fierce. "Back off, both of you. Go into the kitchen."

    "Look at that chest, Hannah. Oh, my. I feel positively faint," Joley said, nudging the tall blond.

    A faint answering smile appeared on Hannah's face, the first real one since Jonas had been shot. "I like the way his muscles are rippling."

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    "You can't see rippling muscles," Libby objected, straining to see.

    "You just aren't looking hard enough," Joley said. "And he's wearing tight jeans. Ooh la la." She fanned herself with her hand. "Libby. You go girl."

    "That's it. Get into the kitchen." Libby pointed out the direction for them, trying to look stern. "Both of you."

    Joley and Hannah went, laughing out loud, peeking through the archway to watch as Libby hurried to the front door.

    Libby opened the door on the first knock. The moment she saw him up close her breath hitched in her throat. He did look hot in a pair of tight jeans and an open-throated shirt. His black hair spilled across his forehead and his blue eyes drifted over her face with a small hint of possession. Her heart quickened at his intent look. His smile broke out, a flash of white teeth, a hint of a dimple, his eyes lighting up. There was no way to stop her own answering smile. "You made it."

    "Of course." He took her hand and pulled her to him, reaching past her to close the door behind her firmly. The action brought her body against his. "Are you feeling better?"

    He was solid, his body muscular, and she could feel his heat. A small tremor went through her. Her womb contracted. Tyson even smelled good. Manly. She wanted to roll her eyes at her own thoughts.
    "Yes, much better. What about you, did you get any sleep?" Her voice was disgusting, all husky and silly and beyond her control.

    "I got some work done and that's what really counts."

    Catching movement at the window, Libby stepped away from Tyson. "What are you working on?"

    Ty retained possession of her hand, tugging to get her to follow him down the stairs. He wanted to get her away from the influence of her family home. There was an indefinable power he could feel in spite of his determination not to credit the Drakes with being truly different. "I have some concerns with the PDG-ibenregen drug. I believe there's a problem with it, even though everyone else thinks it's just fine.

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    Well," he hedged, "they want to believe it's just fine."

    "The new drug is based on your original research on cell regeneration, isn't it?" Libby asked. She was all too aware of his hand holding hers and the brush of his body against hers as they walked. "I was very interested in the new cancer drug when I heard it was based on your earlier work, but to be honest, I thought they went to trial too soon."

    "Exactly," he agreed. "I can't get anyone to listen to me. I've received several calls from Joe Fields telling me to back off."

    "He's the one you