Man Of Her Dreams
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It was a very short song.
All these years, she had been so sure that she would look into the eyes of Mr. Right, feel the welcoming sting of Cupid’s arrow and know her search was over. Never had it crossed her mind that the object of her attraction could be Mr. Totally Wrong.
Ry Brennan was lovable, good-looking, smart and fun to be with, but she wouldn’t wish Ry on her worst enemy. Beth and she had pitied the girls who’d fallen for him. Once they’d even formed a support group for the ones he’d left behind—girls who didn’t understand his idea of a long-term relationship was getting to know the girl’s last name.
She watched him take Beth in his arms for a sweet, brotherly hug and knew her turn would come next. He was just Ry, she told herself, no one to get all tingly about.
He turned to her, swept her up in his arms and murmured, “Hey, Li’l Sis,” close to her ear.
Li’l Sis. It had been so long since she’d heard him say that. Like ice cream under hot fudge, she melted and hugged his neck, just like a little sister would do.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, his mouth so close she could feel his breath. Goose bumps rose on her arms.
He lifted her up and spun her around. It was only a bear hug, just a brotherly bear hug like the one he’d given Beth, though Beth surely didn’t have to deal with tingles like this.
“Welcome back,” she said, barely able to say anything at all, busy as she was with the butterfly troop in her stomach, flitting as if this were their one chance to dance.
“It’s good to be back.”
He sounded so happy that she hugged him tighter, thrilled deep inside that he was home.
Releasing her, appreciation dawned on his face. “Look who’s become a babe! Li’l Sis, you’re all grown up.”
Well, of course. All three of them had grown up. For such a stupid statement, how could she take it as a compliment and let her heart race as if it were?
“Stay away another ten years,” Beth said dryly, “and you’ll notice that she’s middle-aged.”
Ignoring his sister, Ry kissed Meg’s forehead and said, “You never call. You never write. It’s been too long.”
Shoving out of his arms, she wagged a scolding finger at him. “You sneak out of here in the middle of the night, go to college on the other side of the country, come home just once when I happened to be away and have the nerve to say that I never get in touch?”
He flashed that killer smile. “You missed me, right?”
She’d missed that smile. “Well…I am glad to see you.” Her heart was pounding so hard, Ry and Beth, both medically trained, might notice.
She glanced at Beth and wished she hadn’t. Beth flicked her eyes from Ry to Meg like a fan watching a tennis match. Catching Meg’s eyes, Beth had the nerve to fold her hands prayerfully and look heavenward.
Okay, a joke was a joke, but if Beth kept this up, there would be no Happy New Year for her.
“Beth, did you know that Ry was coming home?” Meg asked, prodding Beth to snap out of it.
“No, and why didn’t I?” Beth demanded of her brother. “I could have met your plane.”
“I didn’t even know,” he said, his voice deeper now than Meg remembered. His buttery baritone was totally appealing. “I only decided this afternoon.”
“And you just hopped on a plane?” Meg asked. Wasn’t that just like him? Ry always did exactly what he wanted, when he wanted.
“I had forty-eight hours off. I thought I’d see if there was a party hat for me.”
“I think there’s another one like mine,” Beth said.
“We can be twins,” he said, grinning.
“Since your hair is finally as short as mine, I guess we could,” Beth said, touching his bare neck and her own. “This is quite a change from your long-haired pool boy days. You were always prettier than me.”
“I was never prettier than you,” Ry said, hugging his sister again. Meg loved seeing them together like that.
“Have you seen Mom and Dad?” Beth asked.
Ry shifted uncomfortably.
“You haven’t.” Beth answered her own question. “Ry, you haven’t come all this way not to see them.”
“No, I’m going to see them, but when I turned my rental car over to the valet parking guy, I caught a glimpse of Trey at the door…”
“And you decided to slip in from back here,” Beth finished, knowingly. “Good idea. Trey’s still the same. He lives to prove he’s the only worthy Brennan off-spring.”
Ry’s mouth lifted in a wicked half smile. “So that would make Trey the only one of us who hasn’t grown up?”
Meg smiled. Good for Ry, taking Trey’s arrogance in stride.
Beth raised her hands toward each of them, initiating their old three-way high five.
Allies, that’s what they were. Buddies. Partners. Nothing to get all tingly about.
“Nice feathers, Meggy,” Ry said, eyeing her headgear.
“Meg,” she said, correcting him automatically. “I’m not ‘Meggy’ anymore.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, his eyes dancing with laughter as he looked her over approvingly. “I think you’ll always be Meggy to me.”
She swallowed hard, her heart racing though it shouldn’t have. Ry could save that charm for someone who knew how little it meant.
“Those feathers are a perfect match to your blue eyes, Meggy.”
“Meg,” she corrected again, though she might as well save her breath. Ry hadn’t changed. He always had to win, though he had this amazing talent for making a person not really care that he had.
He had remembered that her eyes were blue. The deck lights were bright enough for him to tell the color of her tall plumes, but not the color of her eyes. That had to have come from his memory. She shivered, unbelievably pleased at such a small thing.