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sister?"
    Blinking, she stepped back. "You heard?"
    "Yes."
    "It wasn't that big a deal."
    "You were lying."
    "How could you tell?"
    "You get a devious look in your eyes."
    "Interesting." She needed to fix that if she was going to be a lawyer—she couldn't go around showing her hand. Maybe she should practice in the mirror.
    "I doubt your sister would appreciate you meddling in her life."
    "I'm not—" She sighed at the eyebrow he arched. "Okay, maybe I am meddling, but it's for a good reason."
    "There's never a good reason to meddle."
    She frowned. "You're really pissed."
    "I am. That was beneath you. You wouldn't like it if your sister interfered in your life. Why doesn't she deserve the same consideration?"
    "She deserves everything, that's why I did that." Anna waved a hand toward the porch. "He isn't right for her."
    "That's for her to decide, isn't it?" Then out of nowhere, Max said, "Did you tell her about law school?"
    That clammed her up. She crossed her arms.
    He shook his head. "Anna, you need to tell her."
    "Now who's meddling?" She headed for the door.
    "Where are you going?"
    "Home."
    Catching her arm, Max turned her around. He studied her face, and then placed a soft kiss on her unresponsive lips. "We'll talk tomorrow then."
    She nodded stiffly and walked out. Fortunately, Connor wasn't on the stoop any longer. Good thing, because she might have been tempted to kick him.
    Not that any of this was Connor's fault. She sighed as she headed to her car. Max was right. She paused, wondering if she should go back and tell him.
    He would just want her to tell Freya, and that was something she wasn't ready to do yet. She could see the cold expression her sister would get on her face—the same expression she'd had the day their house had been taken away.
    Not yet, but soon. She'd talk with Greg first and see what kind of progress he was making, and then maybe.
    Her dress got caught in the car door. She pulled it out, cursing when she saw the oil stain on it. If that didn't sum up the night, she didn't know what would.

 
Chapter Twenty-six
     
     
    "Hello gorgeous," Connor greeted her when she opened the door.
    "Hello yourself." Freya smiled, genuinely happy to see him. She was surprised to realize that she'd actually missed him in the week since she last saw him. "Come in for a moment. We can have a drink before we go to dinner."
    "That'd be great."
    "I can offer you a delicious red wine or the gin drink of your choice." She slanted a beguiling look over her shoulder as they went upstairs. "I make a mean martini."
    "With two olives?" he flirted back at her.
    "Three if you're good."
    "How could I turn down an offer like that?" He took off his coat, tossing it on one of the chairs in the living room and followed her into the kitchen.
    "Have a seat while I mix the drinks." She pulled down a couple martini glasses from her cabinet and got out the small shaker she kept prepared in the freezer along with some ice. "You know, it's really great seeing you."
    "It's been too long since the last time. I was beginning to think you might be angry at me."
    "No, I've just been busy." She felt a pang of guilt, and then a niggling of betrayal. Only she wasn't sure who she was betraying—Connor or Greg.
    It wasn't like either one had a claim on her. She hadn't signed any exclusivity clause. Her personal life was her own. She could do what she damn well pleased.
    The million dollar question was why she feeling bad. She hadn't lied to either one—not when she'd told Greg that she had plans tonight and not when she told Connor she'd been busy the past week.
    Get a grip . She poured the drinks into the glasses and dropped three skewered olives in each. "Your martini, sir," she drawled as she handed Connor his.
    He took his glass and tapped it to hers. "To the most beautiful and accomplished woman in the city."
    "I'll certainly drink to that." She took a sip of her drink and looked up, startled, when Connor took her glass away.
    He set both their drinks down on the kitchen table and faced her. Placing his hands on her hips, he loosely held her. "I missed you," he said as his eyelids lowered and he pressed his lips to hers.
    Closing her eyes, she let herself settle into the kiss. It was warm and comforting. She tried to make it more but, no matter what she did, it stayed at that same level of friendly comfort. There wasn't even a hint of the sizzle that just thinking about kissing Greg caused.
    Connor deepened the kiss with a low