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Back in L.A. after the flight, Max negotiated the imposing, palm-lined Beverly Hills streets, and Gillian scanned her notes, doing her best to tune out her awareness of Max’s proximity.

All the while also trying to tune out the memory of the touch of his lips to hers. A touch that had brought back a flood of sensual recollections, a touch that had tapped into some kind of primal programming to this man and what her body knew of him. She reread her notes. There would be time to analyze that ill-advised kiss later, to try to somehow reprogram her responses.

Confident that she’d learned the details, she flipped her notebook closed and put her memory to the test. She held up her thumb. “Carter’s the oldest. Serious, shorter than you but same color hair and eyes, runs a software company, recently separated from his fiancée. Like most of your family, supports the Dodgers.” She looked to Max for confirmation—avoiding his lips. He nodded for her to continue.

She tore her gaze from his face and held up her first finger. She had forgotten the sheer magnetism of him. “Daniel’s next but won’t be here. Neither will Kristan.” Thankfully. She figured there would be enough of his siblings to cope with as it was.

She lifted her second finger. “Jake, younger than you, same height, green eyes, rebel of the family, tried modeling and then acting, successful at both and has since surprised everyone by swapping sides of the camera to become even more successful as a film director. Supports the Angels, leading to much good-natured, though I’m guessing heated, rivalry and dinner table discussions.”