know. I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Elspeth asked with amazement.
“Well, apparently he was supposed to be going on vacation tomorrow. And then there’s the little matter of Mother’s kidnapping him,” she added, with a roll of her eyes over her mother’s antics.
“It maybe would have been better had she made you an appointment with him,” Jeanne Louise commented.
“Yes. That’s what he said, too,” Lissianna admitted wryly.
“So, can we see him?” Elspeth asked, and Lissi turned on her with surprise.
“What? Why?”
“We’ve seen all your other gifts,” she said, as if it were completely reasonable.
“I definitely want to see him,” Mirabeau announced.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing him myself,” Jeanne Louise said.
“You already saw him,” Lissianna protested.
“Yes, but only a glimpse really, and I didn’t know he was your gift then.”
“What difference does that make?” she asked with exasperation, but Jeanne Louise just shrugged. Shaking her head, Lissianna said, “We can’t just go traipsing up there. It’s dawn. He’s probably sleeping.”
“That’s okay; we only want to get a look at him. He doesn’t have to speak to us,” Mirabeau announced, getting to her feet.
Lissianna gaped as her cousins all hurried to follow suit. When they started determinedly for the door, she scooted off the bed herself, saying, “Oh, all right, but we mustn’t wake him up.”
The blackout curtains on her windows were drawn, leaving the room in inky darkness when Lissianna and the others entered. Still, she turned with a hiss of irritation when the light was flicked on.
“We came up to see him, Lissi,” Mirabeau pointed out. “It helps if there’s light.”
Lissianna let her irritation drop away at the reasonable words and turned to move cautiously up to the bed. She was relieved to note that the light hadn’t woken him,though it did make him stir sleepily, she saw, as the group spread out around the bed.
“Wow,” Elspeth breathed, peering down on the sleeping man.
“He’s cute,” Julianna sounded surprised.
“Totally,” Victoria agreed.
“Yeah,” Mirabeau said. “For some reason I thought all psychologists looked like Freud, but he’s a babe.”
Julianna and Victoria both burst into giggles at this pronouncement and Lissianna shushed the pair, then glanced back to Greg in time to see Mirabeau lifting the edge of his suit jacket. Her eyes widened incredulously. “What are you doing?”
“Well, he isn’t wearing fake tan,” the other woman said calmly. “I just thought I’d see if his jacket was padded.”
“It isn’t,” Lissianna informed her grimly. “Those are his shoulders.”
“How—? Oh, right. You were kissing him and stuff.” Jeanne Louise grinned.
“Yeah, and from his reaction to her kisses and stuff , we also learned the man isn’t sporting a cucumber either,” Thomas announced, making Lissianna groan with embarrassment as she recalled the erection that had been very much in evidence when her mother and Thomas had entered earlier…and how it had deflated. She really didn’t want to explain his comment to the others, but could tell by their expressions that an explanation would be demanded and decided right then that Thomas was no longer her favorite cousin.
Greg was generally a deep sleeper, but with light plucking at his eyes and whispering going on around him, he found it difficult to remain buried in the warm comfort ofsleep’s arms and felt himself reluctantly dragged toward consciousness. When he finally gave in and allowed his eyes to drift open, he found himself staring blearily at six gorgeous women standing around his bed in the sexiest damn baby dolls he’d ever laid eyes on. His first thought was that he must still be dreaming…and a sweet dream it was, too, he decided, taking in the bountiful flesh revealed by the skimpy nightwear…until his gaze finally landed on the seventh person standing by his
“Why not?” Elspeth asked with amazement.
“Well, apparently he was supposed to be going on vacation tomorrow. And then there’s the little matter of Mother’s kidnapping him,” she added, with a roll of her eyes over her mother’s antics.
“It maybe would have been better had she made you an appointment with him,” Jeanne Louise commented.
“Yes. That’s what he said, too,” Lissianna admitted wryly.
“So, can we see him?” Elspeth asked, and Lissi turned on her with surprise.
“What? Why?”
“We’ve seen all your other gifts,” she said, as if it were completely reasonable.
“I definitely want to see him,” Mirabeau announced.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing him myself,” Jeanne Louise said.
“You already saw him,” Lissianna protested.
“Yes, but only a glimpse really, and I didn’t know he was your gift then.”
“What difference does that make?” she asked with exasperation, but Jeanne Louise just shrugged. Shaking her head, Lissianna said, “We can’t just go traipsing up there. It’s dawn. He’s probably sleeping.”
“That’s okay; we only want to get a look at him. He doesn’t have to speak to us,” Mirabeau announced, getting to her feet.
Lissianna gaped as her cousins all hurried to follow suit. When they started determinedly for the door, she scooted off the bed herself, saying, “Oh, all right, but we mustn’t wake him up.”
The blackout curtains on her windows were drawn, leaving the room in inky darkness when Lissianna and the others entered. Still, she turned with a hiss of irritation when the light was flicked on.
“We came up to see him, Lissi,” Mirabeau pointed out. “It helps if there’s light.”
Lissianna let her irritation drop away at the reasonable words and turned to move cautiously up to the bed. She was relieved to note that the light hadn’t woken him,though it did make him stir sleepily, she saw, as the group spread out around the bed.
“Wow,” Elspeth breathed, peering down on the sleeping man.
“He’s cute,” Julianna sounded surprised.
“Totally,” Victoria agreed.
“Yeah,” Mirabeau said. “For some reason I thought all psychologists looked like Freud, but he’s a babe.”
Julianna and Victoria both burst into giggles at this pronouncement and Lissianna shushed the pair, then glanced back to Greg in time to see Mirabeau lifting the edge of his suit jacket. Her eyes widened incredulously. “What are you doing?”
“Well, he isn’t wearing fake tan,” the other woman said calmly. “I just thought I’d see if his jacket was padded.”
“It isn’t,” Lissianna informed her grimly. “Those are his shoulders.”
“How—? Oh, right. You were kissing him and stuff.” Jeanne Louise grinned.
“Yeah, and from his reaction to her kisses and stuff , we also learned the man isn’t sporting a cucumber either,” Thomas announced, making Lissianna groan with embarrassment as she recalled the erection that had been very much in evidence when her mother and Thomas had entered earlier…and how it had deflated. She really didn’t want to explain his comment to the others, but could tell by their expressions that an explanation would be demanded and decided right then that Thomas was no longer her favorite cousin.
Greg was generally a deep sleeper, but with light plucking at his eyes and whispering going on around him, he found it difficult to remain buried in the warm comfort ofsleep’s arms and felt himself reluctantly dragged toward consciousness. When he finally gave in and allowed his eyes to drift open, he found himself staring blearily at six gorgeous women standing around his bed in the sexiest damn baby dolls he’d ever laid eyes on. His first thought was that he must still be dreaming…and a sweet dream it was, too, he decided, taking in the bountiful flesh revealed by the skimpy nightwear…until his gaze finally landed on the seventh person standing by his
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