Man Of Her Dreams. Patt Marr

you can be.”

      Ry laughed softly, watching his sister march inside. The girls had their military branches mixed up, but who cared? They still knew how to have fun. No matter what else happened, he’d be glad he made the trip.

      “You two haven’t changed,” he said, bringing the lapels of his jacket closer together, the better to keep Meg warm. His Li’l Sis had become one good-looking woman. She looked fantastic in that shimmery dress.

      “It feels like Beth and I have changed.”

      Her beautiful dark hair was still long. It was amazing how happy he was about that. Li’l Sis was adorable. She still stood all of five feet three, but she had definitely grown up.

      “This is the first time Beth and I have spent together in ages,” she said a bit unevenly, as if she were nervous.

      He felt a little nervous himself. But it had been a long time since they’d been alone. Even old friends had to get back in their groove.

      “I’ll be glad when she’s through with her residency.”

      He drew Meg under his arm. In that little dress, she could probably use the extra warmth from his body. “I only hope Beth has done this for herself. You have to want it, being a doctor and putting up with the life.”

      “Did you ever want to be a doctor, Ry? Just for yourself, not for the family?”

      Had anyone ever asked him that? Everyone seemed to assume he’d chosen to become a paramedic instead of a doctor just to spite the family. He hadn’t minded, and it was true that he didn’t want to be like them.

      “I like helping people,” he replied, not really answering the question.

      “Which you do as a paramedic.”

      Darling Meggy, still backing him. “Sometimes I wish I could do more.” He could be honest with her. “Much more.”

      “As a paramedic, you must see some terrible things.”

      He was here because of one of those terrible things, so terrible that it finally got through to him. Pretty soon, he’d have to go inside and do what he’d come to do.

      “This isn’t exactly party talk, is it?” he said, not wanting to burden her with his troubles.

      “I always loved our serious talks,” she said softly, looking up at him so sweetly his heart skipped a beat. If she were just another pretty woman, he’d be thinking about stealing a kiss.

      “If I recall, those serious talks mainly focused on your love life,” he teased, getting back into their groove.

      “It was never all about me!” she protested.

      “Li’l Sis, life was always all about you,” he said, laughing. It wasn’t, but he loved to tease.

      “How can you say that?” She stepped away, a move that set the feathery plumes of her crown waving madly.

      “I take it back,” he said, pulling her back.

      She let him, but she shook a finger at him. “Ry Brennan, I spent half of my life listening to you talk about your girls. It was endless.”

      He feigned innocence. “You didn’t want to listen?”

      “Well, sure I did. I was a kid who knew nothing about dating. You taught me everything I know about boys.”

      “It was an awesome responsibility,” he said gravely, laughing inside.

      “You didn’t do that great a job. What I learned was that boys can be real jerks. You’d say one girl was cute, but too sensitive. Another had great eyes, but was too flighty. Another one, you liked her big…chest, but she wasn’t—”

      “Enough!” He stopped her with a finger to her pretty lips. “Thanks for the trip down memory lane.”

      That would be Jani, Joanie and Sue, in that order. He never forgot a pretty face, but it would be best not to mention that at the moment. It was sufficiently embarrassing that he’d ever talked about girls that way.

      “Okay, then, let’s talk about the present,” she said, as if she were throwing down the gauntlet. “Are you alone on this trip or do you have a babe stashed away in your car? I heard that you brought a girl to your grandmother’s funeral—a girl you barely knew.”

      Ouch. Meg still knew how to target a weak spot. “I just brought her along for Trey’s benefit.”

      A wicked smile of approval slid across her pretty face. “Good idea. Tattletale Trey, judge and jury for all indiscretions. He must have loved that.”

      He grinned back. “No more than Mom.”

      Meg’s laugh surrounded his heart. Their old camaraderie and special connection was still there.

      “I’m ba-ck,” Beth sang out, carrying a red satin beret like her own, complete with the springy toy on top.

      “Did you check on the marine?” Meg asked, stepping away, leaving his arm empty. That was okay. He needed both hands to position his beret so the toy on top wouldn’t fall off.

      Beth waved a hand, dismissing the marine. “He was talking to the cute little nurse. I can wait to find true love. I’d rather be with you two.”

      “Beth! He was perfect for you,” Meg insisted.

      His sister shrugged and said directly to him, “She’s usually right. Meg has a real gift for matchmaking. The marine and I could have been a match made in heaven.”

      “Will you get off of that?” Meg gave Beth a warning glare.

      Ry chuckled to himself. He had no idea what they were talking about, but with those two, it was always something.

      “Meg’s in denial,” his sister said, ignoring Meg’s glare. “She’s mad because I know her guy is perfect for her even if she won’t admit it.”

      Meg had a boyfriend? Well, good for her. And sympathy for the guy. That dude’s hope of peace and tranquillity were behind him. “Who’s the lucky guy?” he said, vaguely aware that he didn’t really want to know.

      Meg jutted one hip to the side and planted a defiant fist on it. “There is no ‘guy’! And your sister would be wise to stick to pediatrics, which we hope she knows something about.”

      “No guy? Or nobody inside?” He nodded toward the house, setting the toy on his hat bobbing, which made Beth smile even if Meg still had fire in her eyes. Her very pretty eyes. Gorgeous, really.

      “I mean nobody anywhere,” she said emphatically, her feathers bouncing.

      He didn’t know what she was so upset about, but egging her on was his idea of fun. “No date for New Year’s Eve? Aw, that’s too bad,” he drawled, playing the pity card as a payback for the trip she’d taken him on down memory lane. He cocked his head sympathetically, feeling the springy toy slide.

      Beth mimicked the move, setting her hat in action.

      Meg caught their act and laughed. “So, where’s your date, Big Talker?” she sassed.

      “Who needs a date?” he said, enjoying himself more than he would have imagined. “I’m out here talking to my two favorite girls and playing with my hat.”

      “Ry, don’t let her change the subject,” Beth said, laughing. “Make her tell you about her guy.”

      Meg glared at Beth, her lips sealed.

      “Meg, are you holding out on me?” he challenged. “We’ve never had secrets. Tell me about your fella.”

      “There is no ‘guy’!” She threw up her hands. “What part of that do you not understand?”

      “Oh, no,” he said in mock worry. “Please tell me you’re not in some secret relationship?” He knew better. Meg couldn’t