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the trash, and slipped into a silky black robe instead.
    Almost perfect, she decided, looking in the mirror again. She went into the deep recesses of her closet and rummaged until she found her marabou trimmed house mules.
    Anna walked in, holding up a little white bag. "Look what I found."
    "Hey." She frowned as she slipped on her slippers. "That was in my purse."
    "I know. I smelled the chocolate. It's Teuscher too. Yum. Can I have some?" Without waiting for an answer, Anna opened it and took out a piece. "I knew it. You bought chocolate covered ginger and peeled the chocolate off."
    "I like the candied ginger. I can't help it if it's covered in chocolate."
    Her sister popped a shard of chocolate in her mouth. "Your dislike of chocolate is unnatural, but a good thing for me. Are you expecting company?"
    "No." Freya blinked at the sudden change of subject. "Why?"
    "Your clothes. Or rather, the lack thereof." She waved a hand up and down. "You dress like this every evening?"
    "Of course not."
    "So what's special about tonight?" Anna hopped up on the bed and swung her feet, just like she'd done since she was a little girl.
    "There's nothing special."
    "It looks like you're ready to make a sexual conquest." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "What's going on? Hot date?"
    She wished. She sighed before she could stop herself. "No date."
    Anna snapped her fingers. "I bet you're going through a quarter-life crisis."
    "Don't you mean mid-life crisis?"
    "You can't go through a mid-life crisis at thirty-one. You're too young," she replied sagely.
    Freya grinned. "Don't tell me this is what you've been learning in school."
    "Heck no. I read this in Cosmo . You've got all the signs. Restlessness. Erratic behavior. Suddenly dressing sexy." Her sister settled on her side, her hand propping her head. "All you're missing is the new hot guy."
    Not for long. On impulse, she said, "I'm going to find a hot guy."
    "Seriously? That's awesome." Anna perked up. "You should ask out your upstairs neighbor."
    " No ," Freya said—immediately and forcefully.
    "Why not? He's super attractive, and he likes you."
    She shook her head. "Cavanaugh doesn't like me."
    "Yeah he does. Freya, he spent an entire day pruning roses with you. A guy doesn't do that for a girl he doesn't like."
    Her heart softened as she remembered that Sunday just after he'd moved in when he'd surprised her by joining her in the garden. They'd spent all morning and afternoon laughing, and he'd been funny and sweet and sexy. The sun had been shining but it'd been his warmth she'd basked in.
    Anna poked her. "Don't you remember how excited you were about him? You called to ditch me for dinner, for frick's sake, because you wanted to have dinner with him instead. That's telling."
    He'd offered to order pizza, and she'd jumped at the chance of being alone with him. Until she found out what he did for a living—the shock of it had been like a slap across the face. Even thinking about it now brought back the feeling of being duped and the bottomless disappointment.
    "And he keeps asking you out. He has been forever. Not to mention that he brought you tulips to plant in your garden, remember? Tulips are your favorite."
    "He just wanted something from me." She didn't know what, but she was sure he had an ulterior motive.
    "I can imagine what he wants." She grinned slyly. "Whenever he sees you he follows you with his eyes like he's imagining eating you whole."
    "That's because he's a shark. Cross him out."
    "Why? He's hot, and he wants you. Ask him out."
    "I don't trust him."
    "You don't know him."
    "He's a lawyer," Freya said flatly.
    " Oh ." Anna's eyes widened.
    She knew her sister would understand. No way could she cozy up to a lawyer—not after what had happened. She tensed just thinking about how her dad's lawyer had fleeced him.
    Her dad, a caring doctor, had freaked out when one of his former patients saddled him with a malpractice suit. But his lawyer swore the woman didn't have