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hiding something? Are you a mass murderer?” I joke with her.
    “No, of course not. A psychopath maybe, but I’ve not got enough kills under my belt to be deemed a mass murderer.” She beams me a playful smile.
    “Thank God. For a minute there, I thought maybe you lure your victims with your radiant smile, then tie them up and torture them into a slow death by dangling chocolate in front of their noses.”
    “Hmm, I might have to try that sometime,” she says as she rubs her chin in contemplation.
    “Okay, you two, stop with the mention of chocolate, because now I’ve got a craving,” scolds Angela.
    We all laugh.
    “Well, what do you say, Angie? Do we hire Ms. Psychopath? Or do we go with Ms. Porcupine?”
    “Oh, hands down, we go with Ms. Psychopath. No doubt about that. I’d rather be tortured with chocolate than my butt poked by a thorny critter.”
    Laura’s eyes go wide.
    Angela and I laugh.
    “Okay, that sounded a bit weird, Angela,” I say to my sis. She can say the most absurd things sometimes. I wonder where she gets her sense of humor from.
    I turn my attention back to Laura. “Looks like you’ve got the job, if you think you can handle my sister’s sense of humor.”
    “Doesn’t seem like her sense of humor’s any worse than mine,” she replies with a chuckle. “Now, yours on the other hand . . .”
    “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m going to be out of town then and out of both your hairs. I just shudder to think what I’m in for when I return. My sister better not be turned into Ms. Frankenstein’s monster.”
    “No, not the monster,” she says, “but maybe Ms. Igor.”
    “Hmm, that might actually be an improvement for Angela.”
    “What?!” Again, my sister slaps me. “If my brother wasn’t such a prince of a guy, I’d disown him.”
    “And just who are you going to harass if you do?”
    “You’ve got a point there, brother.”
    I put an arm around my sis and give her an affectionate squeeze. Laura smiles at us fondly.
    I think we’ve just found us a companion for Angela.

Chapter 3 - Laura
    ~* Laura *~
    I’m glad yesterday’s interview went well and they gave me the position. Marcus is so handsome. For a moment, when he opened the door, I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. I hope I wasn’t too conspicuous—how embarrassing. And, oh my, falling onto his hard chest gave my insides a flutter. I could tell by just the feel of him—that man is adequately buffed.
    I also loved the way he interacted with his sister. There’s no doubt how close they are. It was evident that Angela adores her brother and looks up to him.
    Angela seems great. She’s spunky and cheerful. I would never guess she has a disorder. I have a good feeling we’re going to get along just fine, and I’m looking forward to getting to know her more.
    I look at my watch. Yikes, I’d better get packing. I’m to be at their home by one o’clock, and it’s already eleven fifteen. They’re about a twenty-minute drive from here, so that’s not too bad. Marcus wants to go over some things with me before he leaves tomorrow. It’ll be nice to spend a day with him. I’m definitely attracted to this man—he’s gorgeous, treats his sister like a princess, has a great sense of humor, and seems to have his shit together. I wonder what kind of business he’s in. I’m sure Angela will tell me more about him during my two-week stay there. I can’t wait.
    * * *
    “Is that all you’ve brought with you?” Marcus asks me when he sees the one small luggage and hand-carry I have with me.
    “I’m a light traveler,” I tell him.
    “Angela used to pack a cargo whenever she’d go anywhere. If she ever gets out of this house again, she could learn a thing or two from you,” he says, shooting me a smile.
    He picks up my luggage and takes my hand-carry from me.
    “I can carry that,” I protest, trying to hang on to it, but he manages to pull it away from me.
    “Nothing doing. Bad enough you carried