âI like women with fire in their eyes and a go-to-hell attitude.â
Max allowed himself just one touch of her hair. âI like them with shining black hair and legs so long they make you want to fall to your knees and thank God youâre alive.â
Damn it, her heart had shifted again. Now it was in her throat, making it hard to breathe. Still, Lily raised her chin defiantly. Willing him to do something to prove her wrong.
âI donât believe you.â
He shrugged as if it made no difference to him one way or another.
âBelieve what you want. But, woman, you have stirred up something inside of me Iâve never felt before and I think that for both our sakes, we should walk away from this here and now, before we both do something that thereâll be no walking away fromâ¦.â
âI hate men. I hate tall men, I hate short men, I hate old men, I hate young men. I hate men!â
Alison Quintano held the phone away from her ear for a moment. Distance hardly muted her older sister Lilyâs tirade. It was as if the petite woman who had dominated a large portion of Alisonâs childhood was standing right here in Hadesâs lone medical clinic rather than far away, in her own trendy Seattle apartment.
âYou. Men. Hate. Got it,â Alison quipped, trying to get Lilyâs voice down to a level that didnât threaten to shatter her eardrum. Lily had called her about three minutes ago and had been carrying on like this from the moment sheâd answered the phone. âNow calm down and tell me what brought this on.â
Even as she said it, Alison had a sneaking suspicion she knew what the problem was. Or rather, who.
Lily steamrolled right over the question, not hearing her sister. She was just too angry and trying very, very hard not to be hurt. But the pain was there, hot and biting.
How could she have been this blind?
âI especially hate sneaky plastic surgeon men.â
Ah, now they were getting to it, Alison thought. Lilyâs fiancé, Allen, was a plastic surgeon. Alison felt guilty over the sense of relief she was experiencing. But it was there nonetheless. She had never liked Allen. None of them had.
âDoes this mean the weddingâs off?â Alison could just see their older brother, Kevin, doing a little jig.
Of the three of them, Kevin, who had raised them ever since their father had died, had disliked Allen the most. The artificial surgeon was the way he referred to Allen whenever he mentioned the man to the rest of them.
But, Lily being Lily, none of them had said anything to her. It would have only made her dig in her heels. Now, it looked as if her heels had been naturally dislodged.
It was hard for Alison to keep from cheering.
Feeling like a caged animal, Lily paced the length of her kitchen, a headset sitting like an appendage on her straight black hair. Normally, being around the various state-of-the-art appliances in her kitchen soothed her. But nothing was soothing her now. Short of filleting her fiancé.
Ex-fiancé, she amended with a vengeance. How could he? How could he?
âNot only is the wedding off, but I very nearly came close to taking his head off, as well.â She huffed angrily, struggling to keep the skewering feeling of betrayal at bay. âNot that he needs his head since he seems to rely very heavily on the Braille system of doing things.â
With the telephone wedged against her shoulder and her ear, Alison tallied up a bill for the burly miner who had just walked out of examining room one. It took her a second to decipher her brother Jimmyâs illegible handwriting. Even for a doctor it was awful, she thought.
âDoes this come with any subtitles, Lily, or am I going to have to figure out what youâre talking about on my own?â
Alisonâs words bounced off Lilyâs brain like so many cascading beads. Nothing was making sense right now. Lily looked around her, searching for a way to siphon off some of the anger she was feeling.
It was as if she were a kettle with the top about to blow.
Sheâd never been so angry in her life. Never. Sheâd given that narcissistic idiot some of the best entrées of her life.
Taking a breath, she tried to begin at the beginning. âAllen kept complaining about how predictable I was, how all I ever thought about was work, that I was never spontaneous.â Lily ground her teeth together, thinking what a fool sheâd been. Had this kind of thing really been going on under her nose all the time? âSo I was spontaneous. I got Arthur to take over for me at Lilyâs, grabbed a bottle of our finest champagne from the wine cellar, packed a picnic lunch of nothing less than my finest fare and came over to his apartment to surprise him.â