Sizzling. Susan Mallery

as pretty and sexy, who don’t get out as much as we do.”

      “There are things they can do,” her sister said earnestly. “Ways to be more sexy. Not just in how they dress, but in what they say and how they act.”

      This fabulous offer to American women everywhere came from big-haired twins wearing matching halter tops and hot pants.

      “You also talk about some of the men you’ve been with,” the reporter said.

      Both sisters giggled. “Uh-huh,” the one on the left said. “We know it’s bad to kiss and tell, but we couldn’t help ourselves.”

      Reid got a cold feeling deep in his gut.

      “One name popped out at me,” the reporter said. “Reid Buchanan’s been in the news lately.”

      Reid groaned.

      The twins looked at each other and sighed.

      “We didn’t want to say anything in our book,” the first one said. “That would be tacky. But honestly, it wasn’t that great. I mean most guys have trouble with two women, so we expect that. Sure, it’s their fantasy, but when faced with the reality of us naked, it can be a little much.”

      “It wasn’t too much,” Reid yelled at the television. “It was fine. It was better than fine. I did great.”

      “The earth didn’t move,” the second one said in a low voice. “It happens.”

      The reporter leaned forward. “Was it a size issue?”

      Reid turned off the TV and sprang to his feet. He paced the length of the room and swore. He didn’t need this in his life. He didn’t deserve it. He wasn’t that horrible a person, was he? He should get a break.

      Only no one seemed willing to give him one.

      He continued to pace back and forth, but the room was too small. He had an excess of energy and no way to burn it off. He had to get out of here, but there wasn’t anywhere to go.

      He headed downstairs for the one person guaranteed to distract him.

      Talk about idiotic, he thought as he walked into the kitchen. Lori had made it very clear what she thought of him. Did he need to be beat up more?

      Except as definitive as she’d been about not wanting him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he got to her. If he did, she would hate that. Which, in a twisted way, made him happy. At least annoying her was interesting.

      But she wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. He headed for Gloria’s temporary bedroom.

      “Where’s Lori?” he asked when he saw the nurse wasn’t there. “She’s not avoiding me, is she?”

      His grandmother slipped off her glasses, put down her book and stared at him. “Amazingly enough, the whole world doesn’t revolve around you, Reid. Lori’s sister is sick and Lori took her to the doctor. She’ll be back in an hour or so. Can you survive on your own until then, or should I call 9-1-1 for emergency assistance?”