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“HOW DID YOUR MEETING with Nick go yesterday?” Brenda had gotten to Big Joe’s diner first and was already working on a strawberry milkshake.

“Fine. We had our first session this afternoon.”

Brenda switched her interest from the milkshake to Emma. “And?”

“You know I can’t tell you what we talked about. If he wants to discuss his dreams with you, that’s up to him.” Emma stared down at the menu, even though she knew it by heart.

Even though she always got a cup of chicken vegetable soup and a side of fries.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me he got to you, too.”

That ridiculous crack made her look up. “What are you talking about?”

“I no sooner mentioned his name and your cheeks got pink. What’s up with that?”

“That wasn’t about Nick.” She sighed with indecision and studied the small jukebox on the table. “He has some rather racy dreams. And that’s all I’m saying.”

Brenda burst out laughing. “Poor baby. I should have warned you. Nick is totally uninhibited.”

“Really?”

At Emma’s sarcasm, Brenda laughed again. “That’s just Nick. He skipped so many grades in school that from the time he was ten he hung out with older kids. At sixteen he started college. Mom and Dad kind of left him alone because he was such an excellent student, and sometimes he hung around with too racy a crowd. Made him immune. Nothing bothers him. He doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right.” Maybe today she’d splurge and add a chocolate malted to her order.

“Oh, come on, Em. I know him. I give him a hard time, and yeah, I’ve made cracks about him, but he has a lot of good points. He’s loyal to a fault, a real pushover for the underdog and the best listener. If I ever need an ear or sound advice, I go straight to Nick. Honest, he’s okay. I wouldn’t have offered him up as a sacrifice to your study, otherwise.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Brenda slurped up the last drop of her strawberry shake.

“Think about it. Would you want to tell a virtual stranger about stuff your subconscious dreams up?”

Emma shifted with unease. No, as a matter of fact, she probably wouldn’t. “Yeah, but we all know that most of it is metaphorical for other things that are happening in our lives.”

“You may know that, but the rest of us just squirm at the vague recollections the next day.”

“That’s why this study is important. We should be able to use our dreams as messengers from our inner voices. Let the dreams help solve our waking problems. Look how many cultures considered dreams messages from the gods. In the ancient world, countries like Greece and Egypt, dreams were considered the ultimate form of guidance.”

“Don’t get huffy. You’ve got to admit, not all your colleagues agree with that theory.”

“The informed ones do.” Emma pushed up her glasses. In spite of the fact that she was bone-tired, she’d been in a fairly good mood until a moment ago. “Most scientific theories have opponents. That’s why studies are important to prove them.”

“I’m not disputing that, but merely pointing out that a layperson would naturally be a little squeamish about spilling out their midnight mental escapades.” Brenda’s gaze narrowed. “Why are you so touchy today? It isn’t like you.”

Emma sighed. Where the heck was their waitress? She needed a malted now. “Sorry if I bit your head off. I didn’t sleep well. Talk about midnight escapades.”

Brenda leaned forward with interest. “Do tell.”

She didn’t get it at first, and then Emma realized her friend wanted to hear about her dreams. To Emma’s utter amazement, she almost physically recoiled. The thought of sharing last night’s walk on the wild side made her want to run and hide.

Brenda laughed. “Not so easy, is it?”

“It’s not that…”

“Yes?”

Bless Callie’s heart. The waitress appeared at the perfect time to take their order. As usual, Brenda was indecisive and had to ask for a description of every special. Emma welcomed the brief respite.

She was genuinely startled by her own reluctance to share her dream. Reluctance heck, abhorrence was more accurate. Of course the dream did involve Nick and Brenda might misunderstand. Emma herself still hadn’t figured out what her inner voice was trying to tell her. But nor had she tried too hard to figure it out.

The dream was still so real in her head that she could almost feel Nick’s hands on her skin, palming her breasts, rubbing her nipples, sucking them. Their session today was going to be a nightmare. She’d have to force herself to concentrate and not drift back to last night’s subconscious frolicking.

She came out of her preoccupation just in time to give her order to Callie.

And meet Brenda’s expectant gaze. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“You were going to tell me about your dream.”

“Actually, I was going to tell you why I couldn’t. I don’t remember most of it.”

“Emma Snow, I can scarcely believe it, but you’re lying through your teeth.”

“I am not.” It was a little scary how indignant she could get when Brenda was right. Emma was lying through her teeth all right, and she’d hang on to the lie till her dying breath.

Brenda toyed with her straw, a worried frown drawing her brows together. “I hope this isn’t about Nick.”

“Don’t be silly.” Emma gasped when her friend tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You finally bought them.”

“What? Oh…” Brenda touched the diamond stud on her right ear. It had to be at least a carat. “I was still saving up for the suckers. Nick bought them for me. I found the jeweler’s box in my desk drawer after he left the other evening.”

“Wow!”

“I shouldn’t have mentioned I wanted them. He’s always doing things like that.”

“Interesting.”

“You look doubtful.” A sisterly defensiveness rose in Brenda’s eyes. “I told you he’s a nice guy.”

“I’m sure he is,” Emma said lightly.

“Do me a favor and don’t mention the earrings. He’s funny about that. He never gives a gift outright. He tucks it away somewhere for you to find, and then acts like he doesn’t know anything about it. It’s weird, almost like he’s embarrassed.”

Emma smiled. She wouldn’t have guessed that about him. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”

“Don’t be foolish and fall for him. I mean it, Em.” Brenda shook her head, her eyes concerned. “I love my brother but his idea of a serious commitment is staying the night.”

“Fall for Nick?” Emma laughed. “I’d sooner eat chocolate-covered grasshoppers.”

“THANKS FOR THE EARRINGS.”

Nick finished drying the hood of his ‘55 Chevy before he turned around. “What earrings?”

Brenda gave him an indulgent smile as she entered the garage and sidestepped the assortment of chrome polishes and car washes he’d left on the ground. “They’re exactly what I wanted.”

He shrugged and shook out the rag. “They aren’t from me.”

“Then I won’t bother to insure them. They’re probably fake.”

He slid her a sidelong glance. “I begged Mom and Dad to get a puppy instead of a sister. But no, they had to hatch something they could put in frilly pink dresses.”

“The luckiest day of your life was the day I was born, admit it.”

“In your dreams.” Oh, hell. He glanced at his watch. He had to shower and shave soon, so he could meet the Doc by four-thirty. “What did you want, Pipsqueak?”

“Nothing. I figured I’d stop by to see how things were going with you and Emma.”

He discarded the rag and frowned, disappointed more than annoyed. “Doc told you.”

“Huh?”

“What do I care?” Shrugging it off, he picked up one of the polishes and studied the label.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She snatched the can out of his hand. “Quit ignoring me.”

“I’m not. I have to finish this up before my appointment with Doc this afternoon.”

Brenda frowned. “Why are you seeing a—” The confusion lifted from her face. “You mean Emma.”

He poured some of the grayish-blue liquid onto the torn piece of burgundy towel. “She’s not going to be happy with last night’s installment.”

“Your dream?”

He nodded and started on the hood. Man, this baby could still shine.

“She didn’t tell me anything, you know.”

Sliding her a glance, he kept polishing. “Wouldn’t matter if she did. I didn’t tell her anything I wouldn’t tell you.” He smiled at the thought. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

“Yeah, but the point is, she didn’t and wouldn’t discuss any session she had with you or anyone else. She’s not like that.”

He gave her a challenging grin. “How is she?”

“Ethical…professional…moral. What did you think of her?”

He shrugged, and then put a little more elbow grease into the job. If he got the Chevy looking good enough, he’d pick Tiffany up in it tonight.

“You have to have some sort of opinion.”

“She’s okay.”

“That’s it?”

He snorted, and stopped polishing. “What do you want from me? You know damn well I’m being blackmailed into doing this. Do I have to like the woman, too?”

“Don’t you?”

“I said she was okay.”

“Fine.” Brenda folded her arms across her chest in that sulky way he knew all too well. “Have you gone to see Mom lately?”

Oh, brother. Now she was on the offensive. “Nope, and the subject is not open for discussion.”

“Have you at least talked to her on the phone?”

“Yeah, but I bet you already know that.”

“Mom might have mentioned you phoned her last month.”

He gave her an amused look and kept working.

“Nick, you can’t blame her for wanting to see you married and settled down with children before she dies.”

He stared at his sister in disbelief. “For God’s sake, she’s only fifty-two. I doubt she has one foot in the grave already.”

“Yeah, but you know Mom.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s why I’m staying clear until she either gets over this phase or starts picking on you instead.” He stopped, and used the back of his hand to wipe his forehead. “Why isn’t she bugging you to get married and have kids?”

“Because I’m not the one turning thirty next year.”

“Ah, that explains everything.” Shaking his head, he glanced skyward. The afternoon sun was fading. He had to get a move on. “Look, if you want to keep yapping, grab a rag and help.”

“And ruin my manicure? I don’t think so.”

“Too bad. If I don’t finish, I just may have to cancel my appointment with Doc.”

“That is too bad.” Brenda turned to go, and over her shoulder added, “I hear Aspen is really nice in November.”

“You’re a brat,” he called after her.

“And proud of it. Don’t keep Emma waiting.”

He watched her walk to her car, open the door and pause to waggle her fingers at him before getting in. After she’d driven away, he checked his watch again. No way was he going to finish in time for his date with Tiffany.

What the hell…Tiffany was a Porsche kind of gal anyway.

He finished the hood, threw the rag aside, and then stored all the cleaning supplies on the garage shelves he’d had the architect design when he had the house built last year.

The English Tudor was too big for one person, but on the advice of his accountant, he’d gone ahead and had it designed and built, but customized to suit his needs. Which meant he basically lived in the family room and the third garage where he kept the Chevy.

Unfortunately, his mother couldn’t see the financial reason for such a big house, that he needed a sizeable mortgage to reduce his taxable income. All she wanted to see was that he was finally ready to give her grandchildren.

Like that would happen.

At least not anytime soon. There were too many Tiffanys in the world…lovely, willing and able, and wanting nothing more from him than a good time and an occasional trinket. He was of the opinion that you didn’t fix what wasn’t broken. He was extremely successful at dating. Marriage he might not be so good at. It was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Too many unknowns set you up for failure.