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she could do about the anxieties that were turning memories from the past into a full-blown phobia.

      It was all his fault. She hadn’t seen her step-brother in months, but still Creed Fortune somehow managed to be the plague of her existence.

      Ever since she was a little girl, when she and her mother had moved into the Fortune Estate so Patricia could act as nanny to Nash Fortune’s four young children, Creed had been nothing but cold to her. Even after Nash and her mother had fallen in love and married, making Nash’s kids Maya’s new stepsiblings, she had still gotten along with the others better than she had with Creed.

      It was easy to be friends with Skylar, who was only a year older than Maya. They’d had a lot in common and had played together from the time they were little.

      Eliza had been six years older and not much interested in playing role model to another girl other than her own half sister, though she’d always been nice to Maya. And Blake—Skylar’s brother and Nash’s son from his second marriage to Trina Watters—had thankfully been kind to her.

      But Case and Creed Fortune—sons from Nash’s first marriage to his now deceased college sweetheart, Elizabeth—were several years older than Maya and had always treated her like an outsider. They’d ignored her and made her feel unwelcome in what was supposed to be her own home.

      She’d never really been comfortable living in that big house with so many people who were technically her family but felt more like strangers.

      In addition, Maya had always been the ugly stepsister. She was plain and quiet, and not a true Fortune. She was simply the shy, unremarkable girl who’d shown up one day with the new, live-in nanny and ended up a sister when their parents fell in love. But that didn’t mean any of the real Fortune children had to like her.

      Pushing away from the door, she dragged herself back to the living room to collect the wineglasses and nearly empty bottle. When she reached the kitchen, she put Brad’s glass upside down over one of the spokes of the dishwasher basket, then poured the end of the wine into her own glass, watching the last few drops drip, drip, drip as her head began to pound.

      And after all of the insecurities and loneliness, she’d still been crazy enough to develop a childhood crush on Creed almost from the moment she met him. He’d been handsome, older…and so sophisticated.

      He was still handsome, older and sophisticated…but she’d long ago given up on winning his heart.

      Honestly, she’d have had better luck attracting the attention of a fence post. No matter how often she followed him around or how many cow-eyed glances she’d sent him, he’d never given her the time of day. If anything, he’d only grown colder and more distant the longer her crush had lingered on.

      It was highly humiliating. And what made matters even worse was the fact that she apparently still wasn’t over him.

      Was she in love with him?

      She didn’t think so. She certainly didn’t want to be.

      But she also couldn’t seem to get him out of her brain. He swirled in there, making her neurotic and half-insane.

      She was mature enough to realize that the case of puppy love she’d entertained as a kid had been nothing more than a sick case of hero worship. Unfortunately, that hero worship had since worked itself into a maddening and unhealthy obsession with Creed Fortune.

      Which was hopeless and futile, considering he’d never shown the least bit of interest in her as a woman. He’d never shown the least bit of interest in her, period.

      Yet he still managed to intrude on her self-confidence, her sexuality and her relationship with Brad.

      With a growl Maya threw back the last of the wine, added her own glass to the dishwasher basket, then slammed the appliance door closed. She swore, if Creed were standing in front of her right this minute, she’d be sorely tempted to slap him.

      Taking a deep breath, she turned on her heel and headed for the stairs. What she needed was a hot shower and a solid eight hours of sleep.

      What she didn’t need was this flood of doubts and frustrations. For God’s sake, her life was already complicated enough without adding a lukewarm romance and painful memories to the mix.

      Instead of worrying about her love life, she ought to be concerned about her mother.

      Patricia had been missing for six weeks now. No one had a clue where she was or what had caused her to leave. All they knew was that one day she was there and the next she wasn’t.

      Poor Nash was beside himself, frantic and confused, not knowing what had driven Patricia away, but desperate to find her.

      Maya was equally upset, and couldn’t imagine why her mother would have taken off the way she did. True, Patricia had seemed somewhat distracted over the past few months, but Maya had never expected it to lead to anything like this.

      Her mother’s disappearance was the main reason she’d been out with Brad tonight. Nash had immediately hired private detectives to try to track down Patricia, so there was very little Maya could do except wait and worry. Thoughts of her mother had her completely preoccupied, even during work days, when she should be concentrating on educating the young minds of her grade-school students.

      And because Brad was kind and considerate and thoughtful, he understood what she was going through and wanted to help however he could—mainly by keeping her busy with dinners out, long drives, even the occasional cultural events.

      It was one more reason she cared for Brad and was so angry with herself for not being able to take their relationship to the next level.

      She was halfway up the stairs and still steaming when the phone rang. With a grumble she turned around and moved to answer the kitchen extension rather than race the rest of the way up the steps to her bedroom.

      “Hello?” she all but snapped.

      “Maya?” a deep male voice replied, as though the caller wasn’t sure she was the one who’d answered the phone. “It’s Creed.”

      She knew who it was. If there was one voice she could identify over all others on the planet, it was Creed Fortune’s.

      “What do you want, Creed?” she asked none too politely.

      Of course she already knew. He’d been calling on a regular basis to check on her ever since her mother went missing.

      Why he bothered, Maya couldn’t fathom. He certainly hadn’t given a fig about her the past thirteen years he’d known her.

      “I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. The detectives Nash hired haven’t turned up anything on your mom yet, but I’m sure they will soon.”

      “How am I holding up?” she repeated, her annoyance with both him and herself flaring to life again and coming out in the razor sharpness of her tone. “How am I holding up? Oh, I’m fine. Just peachy. Damn you, Creed.”

      Her fingers tightened on the handset and she began to pace back and forth across the kitchen, as far as the spiral cord would allow.

      “This is all your fault. You’ve ruined my chances of ever having a normal relationship with a man, ever sleeping with a man. You blamed a seventeen-year-old girl for being attacked by her boyfriend and called me a slut. You’re the reason I can’t have a normal relationship, and I hate you for that!”

      Her tirade ended with her voice at least one octave higher than usual. Without giving him a chance to respond, she slammed the phone down, muttered a low curse, and marched off to bed.

      

      It was almost midnight and the windows were dark, but Creed Fortune couldn’t have cared less. He stomped up the steps to Maya’s town house and pounded on the door with the side of his fist.

      To hell with the doorbell. To hell with the fact that she was probably sound asleep. He wanted to talk to her, and he wanted to do it now.

      Where

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