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the States, which means you guys weren't followed. Stephanie's safe, and Anders and I are just - " Drina snapped her mouth closed as she realized what she was about to say, but Stephanie finished for her.

"Babysitters," the girl said with amusement, and then reassured Drina, "It's okay. I'm not upset."

"Huh." Mirabeau mu ered and leaned against the dresser drawers at the foot of the bed. She was silent for a moment as she took it all in, and then glanced to Drina and asked, "So what's all this nonsense Harper was spouting downstairs about his reawakened appetites being leftovers from Jenny?"

"He believes it," Stephanie said simply, sitting up to help Drina sort the clothes they'd bought. Mirabeau narrowed her eyes. "Why? Hasn't he tried to read you?"

Drina shrugged. "Probably. But I'm older than him by quite a bit. He wouldn't have been able to read me anyway."

"And you've tried to read him?" Mirabeau asked.

"The minute I met him," she admitted quietly. "And I can't."

"Why haven't you told him?" she asked at once.

Drina took in Mirabeau's grim face with a sigh. It looked like she had some explaining to do.

"The girls are taking a while," Tiny commented as he helped carry the cookies and cocoa to the diningroom table.

"They're probably oohing and ahhing over what Stephanie and Drina bought today," Harper said with amusement. "Speaking of which, a bit of advice; if Mirabeau decides to take Stephanie shopping - just hand over the keys and let them go. You'll save yourself some humiliation and several shocks."

"Humiliation and shocks?" Tiny asked, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Hmm. I spent the day being considered 'one of the girls' and learning things I never wanted to know about women," he said dryly.

"Like what?" Tiny asked curiously.

"Do you know what they call high heels?" Harper asked, not expecting him to know.

"Ah, yes," Tiny sat back with a nod. "Good old FMs."

"You knew about that?" he asked with surprise. "Do you know what FM stands for?"

Tiny nodded again, and then explained, "My best friend most of my adult life has been a female . . . and, come to think of it, she's probably treated me more like a girlfriend than a guy friend," he admi ed with an unconcerned chuckle.

"Hmm." Harper shook his head. "Well, I've never been treated like a girlfriend in all my life. It was a bit lowering."

"Nah." Tiny shook his head. "It's a compliment. It means they don't see you as sexually threatening. You're a friend rather than a man friend."

"And that's a compliment?" Harper asked doubtfully.

"It is if you're only interested in being a friend," he reasoned, and then shrugged, and added, "But I suppose if your interests lie in a more sexual rela onship, then it's probably less fla ering. Fortunately, I never had that kind of interest in my friend, Jackie. She's more like a combina on buddy and sister type for me."

"Jackie? Vincent's wife? The one who is flying in at the end of the week to help oversee your turn?"

Harper asked. The big man had called Jackie last night to tell her he would be turning soon. Apparently, his friend had insisted on being there for it, so they'd had to set a date and me. The end of the week had been the decision.

"Yes." Tiny smiled faintly, and then they both glanced toward the stairs as they heard a door open and the cha er and cla er of the girls returning. Harper smiled, finding himself oddly eager to see them again. The day just seemed brighter with the girls around.

"You look gorgeous." Stephanie sighed where she lay on her bed, hugging her pillow. Drina surveyed herself and thought that she looked like a prostitute on the loose.

"You do not," Stephanie and Mirabeau said as one, making her scowl and turn to the older woman.

"It's bad enough her reading me, but you too?" she asked with disgust.

Mirabeau grinned and shrugged. "You're an open book at the moment. It's hard not to."

Drina scowled and turned back to the mirror to sigh at her reflec on, but her mind was on the conversa on that had taken place in this room earlier in the a ernoon. Much to her surprise, once Drina and Stephanie had explained things, Mirabeau had decided they were doing the right thing and had offered to help.

Actually, that had been something of a relief. Drina had found it increasingly difficult not to feel guilty about the head game they were playing with