The main warning sign being Deranged Duane.
Lisa’s ex-one-night-stand had several screws loose. Though at least Krista screaming at him like a crazed fishwife across the parking lot had done a good job of stopping his stalker ways.
Not that Lisa was remotely troubled by such a drama.Dear god. The next weekend, she’d gone out and brought home another loser. Just like Mom always did. But whereas Lisa seemed to embrace their mother’s ways toward men and relationships, Krista didn’t. At all.
Clearly, she’d missed out on the flirting, casual-sex gene that obviously ran down the female line of the family. Even Granny had had her fair share of male suitors, if the amount of old gentlemen who attended her funeral three months ago was anything to go by.
But nope. Krista wasn’t anything like Lisa or their mom. She believed in monogamy and soulmates and ever-lasting love.
She believed in romance, dammit.
And above all, she believed that she and Ryan were meant to be together.
Hence, theonlyreason she was going along with Lisa’s plan to seduce him with a scrap of lace.
“Ryan’s gotten too used to having you in the friend zone,” Lisa continued. “You’ve got to show him you’re a woman with needs and you’re not gonna wait around for him to make up his mind about what he wants.”
“I know,” Krista sighed, having heard all this from Lisa before—and her sister was right. Ryan did need to see her as more than a friend.
“You’re wearing that short white blouse with the slit up the back, right?”
“I was, until I was doused in orange juice.”
“How did—”
“Never mind.” Krista pushed off the bed. “I’ll wear that halter neck you loaned me.” She pulled it out of her bag then bit her lip when she noticed the low-cut neckline. “What if this plan doesn’t work?”
“There’s only one way to find out, so grab the bull by the balls and show Ryan what you’ve got.”
“It’s horns. Grab the bull by the horns, not the balls.”
Lisa cracked up. “Now we know where you’ve been going wrong all these years.”
Chapter 3
Cleaned up and dressedin a fresh top, Krista adjusted the cups of yet another lacy bra Lisa had loaned her.
