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me."
    The surprise in her voice made Freya frown. "You're my sister. Of course I'm calling you."
    "You aren't disowning me?"
    "I'm more tempted to spank you."
    Anna exhaled a little laugh. "Greg said the same thing to me."
    She ignored the pang she felt in her chest at his name. Ascending the porch steps, she said, "I have things to say, and I want to say them in person. Can you come over tonight?"
    "Are you home?"
    "Yes." She dug in her purse for her keys.
    "Be right there."
    The call ended.
    Shaking her head, she put her phone away and continued looking for her keys. Just then, the door to the downstairs flat opened and Anna stepped out. "Hi."
    Freya frowned. "What are you doing in there?"
    "Visiting Max." Blushing, Anna left the door open a crack. "You wanted to talk."
    "You're barefoot."
    Her sister flushed deeper. "Freya."
    "Okay, we'll talk about this first, but then you're telling me about Max."
    Anna rolled her eyes, but there was an excited sparkle in them that made Freya feel both panicked and happy.
    Deal with her sister in love later. She inhaled and then let it all out. "I've thought about everything. I know you acted out of love for me but you were also selfishly motivated."
    "I know," Anna admitted softly. "I'm really sorry."
    She nodded. "But what really upset me was that you didn't trust me. I don't know what I've done to make you think you can't come to me with your dreams and aspirations. I'm your sister, and you should be able to trust me with anything."
    "I was stupid." Anna grabbed her hand. "I thought you'd be so disappointed in me, or hate me or something. It was so stupid, because I just made you disappointed anyway."
    "That's partly my fault, and I'm sorry about that too." She shook her finger. "That doesn't mean you're not at fault. If you ever do anything like this again—"
    "I won't," Anna promised quickly. "I swear."
    "Good." She hugged her sister.
    "I love you."
    "I love you too." She held her at arm's length. "Now tell me about Max."
    Anna laughed, her face lighting up. "Hold on."
    She opened the door and called inside. A moment later her downstairs neighbor came to the threshold. He touched Anna in an unconsciously intimate way and then extended his hand to her. "Max Corazao."
    Freya took his hand. It was warm and sure and firm. "Nice to meet you, Max. You and Anna should come over so I can interrogate you."
    Her sister groaned. "Freya."
    Max just nodded. "It would be my pleasure to be interrogated by you."
    "Good." Freya smiled. "Not tonight. I have one more thing to take care of."
    Anna let out a triumphant yawp . Then she threw her arms around her and squeezed her tight. "Be happy, Freya."
    She inhaled her sister's love. "Yes, I will be."

 
Chapter Thirty-two
     
     
    Freshly showered, Freya rifled through her underwear drawer. Which did she wear to seduce Greg—red lace or purple satin?
    Her door buzzed as she picked the purple. Drawing her robe more tightly around her, she went to see what her sister wanted now.
    Opening the door, she said, "Shouldn't you be—"
    But it wasn't Anna standing there. She swallowed her heart, staring mutely at Greg.
    "Can I come in, Freya?"
    He looked like he'd just come home from work, still in his suit. But his tie peeked out of a pocket and his hair was disheveled.
    Love filled her chest, and she had the intense desire to pull him into her arms and welcome him in. But she couldn't let him off the hook that easily, so she waved him into her foyer.
    "Is that for me?" He nodded at the purple bra in her hand.
    If only he knew. "I don't think it's your color."
    "No, I look better in black." He stuck his hands in his pocket. "Freya, my part in Anna's ill-conceived plan may have been negligible, but it was still inexcusable. I'm sorry that I hurt you."
    She nodded. "Thank you."
    "How did your presentation go?"
    "They loved the designs. I got the account, and my boss is happy." She gazed at him steadily. "Who would have thought you'd turn out to be my muse?"
    "I knew. I'm glad I could help you with your creativity. Do you know what it says to me?"
    "What?"
    "That we're a good team." He stepped closer. "Now that you've gotten the account, you're going to think you don't need me any longer, but that's not true."
    "It's not?" She really was a sucker for his blue eyes. They melted a part of her she hadn't known was frozen.
    "No, it's not. You still need me." He brushed a curl from her face.
    "In what way?"
    "You need me to inspire you and remind you how