Free A Mother's Wish by Debbie Macomber

man.” Her gaze wandered to Steve and was long and deliberate. “Your brother’s given me a reason to dream again,” Meg said softly. “Lots of people think women like me don’t have feelings, but they’re wrong.”
    “I’m sure that’s true,” Nancy said tentatively.
    “I knew I chose right when I found out your brother has his own business.”
    “He’s struggled financially for years,” Nancy was quick to tell her. “It’s still touch and go. He lives from one month to the next.” Nancy glared at him pointedly. “Don’t you, Steve?”
    “Not anymore. I’m more than solvent now,” Steve tossed in for good measure, struggling not to laugh. He was enjoying this.
    Meg tightened her arm around his. “I can see how well Stevie’s doing for himself. He’s wonderful,” she said, refusing to look away. The adoration on her face embarrassed him.
    “Why, Steve here could make enough money to keep me in the lifestyle to which I’d like to become accustomed.” She laughed coyly.
    “Ah …” It sounded to Steve as if his sister was close to hyperventilating.
    “Of course, I wouldn’t take anything from him without giving in return. That wouldn’t be fair.” She snuggled closer to his side and gave him a look so purely sexual Steve was convinced he’d embarrass them all.
    “There are things I could teach your brother,” Meg said in a husky voice full of sexual innuendo. She acted as though she was eager to get started right that moment and the only thing holding her back was propriety. Her breathing grew heavy—and if he didn’t know better he’d think she actually
had
worked for one of those disreputable phone services.
    Soon he was having a problem controlling his own breathing.
    “Steve!” Nancy snapped.
    He turned his attention back to his sister, staring at her blankly.
    “Didn’t you hear Meg?” she asked.
    He shrugged. He knew the two women were talking, but he’d barely noticed their conversation.
    “Meg’s talking about moving in with you,” Nancy said through clenched teeth.
    “I don’t mean to rush you, darling’,” Meg whispered. Leaning forward, she licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
    Hot sensation shot down his spine.
    Meg threw back her head and laughed softly, then whispered just loudly enough for Nancy to hear, “I have an incredibly talented tongue.”
    Nancy closed her eyes as if she couldn’t bear to watch another minute of this. Frankly, Steve didn’t know how much more he could take himself.
    “I think it’s time we left for dinner,” he said. Otherwise he was going to start believing all the promises Meg was making. Heaven knew, he
wanted
to believe them. The demure bookseller had turned into something completely different. All traces of innocence had disappeared and in their place was the most sexually provocative female he’d ever met. Just being in the same room with her made his blood sizzle.
    “You want to leave already?” Meg gave the impression that she was terribly disappointed.
    “That’s probably best,” Nancy muttered, and then realizing what she’d said, hurried to add, “I mean, you two don’t want to waste your evening with me, do you?” She frowned at Steve. “You won’t be late, will you?”
    “No.”
    “Unfortunately, I’m still working for the phone people,” Meg said, “so I won’t keep him too long, but I can’t promise he’ll have much kick left in him when I’m finished.” Apparently thinking herself exceptionally clever, Meg laughed at her own joke.
    It wasn’t until they were back in the car and on the freewaythat Steve recognized how angry he was. It made no sense, but he wasn’t exactly rational just then.
    “Why are you so mad?” Meg asked about halfway back to the bookstore. They hadn’t spoken a word from the time they’d left his house.
    “Talk about overkill,” he muttered.
    “I thought I did a good job,” she said.
    “You came off like a—”
    “I know. That’s what I wanted.