NiceGirlsDo by Marilyn Lee

you?”
    “Fine. How were things for you?”
    He shrugged. “I arrived late so I haven't been here long, but I'll be here for the next two days.”
    “Well, I'm sure there are enough prospective employees to keep us both occupied.”
    “No doubt. Tell me, Darbi, do you fraternize with the enemy?”
    Recalling just how closely she'd fraternized with his brother the previous night, she was hard pressed not to blush. “Not as a general rule, no.”
    When he smiled, he was a breathtaking as his brother. “But, as you've probably heard rules were made to be broken.”
    She smiled. “I have heard that.”
    “Good. Can I buy you a drink?”
    She considered him in silence. Sleeping with Clayton had been unintentional. Should she compound that mistake by being overly friendly with his equally handsome brother?
    “There's no need to look at me like that. I promise I won't attempt to ferret out any company secrets from you. I'm just looking for pleasant, non-business related conversation over a drink.”
    She smiled again, deciding she liked this Damien Frazier. “Let me gather my things and return to my hotel to freshen up and --”
    “In that case, why don't we make it dinner?”
    If she had dinner with him, she would surely have an opportunity to learn something about Clayton Frazier. She nodded. “Okay.”
    “How does six o'clock sound? That'll give me time to shower and change and discover a good place to eat before I pick you up.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    “Great.”

Chapter Four
     
    As Clay sat in a crowded, dimly lit club, watching Amber dancing with a man half his age, his thoughts drifted to Darbi Raymond. Instead of sitting in this noisy, smoke-filled place, he'd like to be somewhere quiet, holding her in his arms as they slow danced.
    His cell phone rang. He pulled it from his waist holster. “Hello?”
    “Clay? I can barely hear you. Where are you?”
    “I'm in a club with your sister having my hearing impaired.”
    Damien laughed. “Better you than me. Listen, I've met her.”
    He frowned. “You've met who?”
    “The woman you ran away from.”
    He tensed. “What? What are you talking about?”
    “Oh, come on, Clay. You know who and what I'm talking about. She's gorgeous and her name is Darbi Raymond.”
    When had Damien gone from being an annoying younger brother to a man who knew him like a best friend? “What makes you think we know each other?”
    “I know you do.”
    “How?”
    “She asked about you.”
    “And that proves what?”
    “It was the way she asked.”
    He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “What did she say?”
    “She said she wanted to see you.”
    Seeing her again was not in his game plan, nevertheless ... “She said this when?”
    “I introduced myself at the job fair and we're about to have dinner.”
    He stiffened. “You're having dinner with her? You move fast.”
    “I move fast? I'm only planning to have dinner with her, Clay. I'm thinking you did a lot more than that.”
    He swore softly. “What's the point of this conversation, Damien?”
    “I just wanted to know if there was anything I needed to know about her before I see her again.”
    “If there's something you want to know about her, ask her.”
    “I will, but I need to know if things start to get interesting between us tonight, is that going to be a problem for you?”
    “Why should that be a problem for me?”
    “Didn't you sleep with her?”
    “Where the hell did you get that idea?”
    “You know how people who have met either one of us immediately know we're related when they meet the other one of us?”
    Despite the nine-year age difference between them, before he started to gray, people had often mistaken him and Damien for twins. “Yes.”
    “Well, when she looked across the hall and saw me, I know she probably thought I was you. And the look on her face when she did, said it all. She had the look in her eyes of a woman gazing at a man who knows her in the biblical sense. You two