Ronnie laughed. "You're so damned shy. I mean, I'm your own sister. What happens when you get married? What if your husband wants to see you naked?"

"Who said I was getting married?"

Ronnie started for the bathroom. Josie remembered that she'd forgotten to put away her things and started after. But her older sister beat her to the door and went in. She came back out grinning bigger than ever, the douche bag and its attachments dangling from her fingers.

"Well, let me tell you, sister," she said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "A man is a damn sight better than this."

Josie took the things from her without looking up. She crammed the tube and wand into the zipper case and threw it all in her drawer. She felt like crawling under the chair. But then she looked up at her sister and something got to her. She laughed. They both laughed. And then Josie ran to her closet and fished around for something to wear. She didn't know why she should be so amused. After all Ronnie had gotten awfully personal.

"You going to the airport to meet Kendall's plane?" Ronnie asked.

"He's coming in today?"

"Yeah, but you don't remember him."

"My own cousin? Sure I do." Josie bit her lip. "Sort of."

"He's your age exactly," Ronnie went on. "And I'll bet he remembers you."

"How come?"

"Cause his folks caught the two of you in the garage when you were six."

"And?" Josie said.

"You were both buck naked." Ronnie crossed her arms. Her eyes were bright with merriment. "Kendall was sucking your toes."

Josie blushed again. "What is all this stuff you keep hitting me with today?" she snapped, glaring from under her blond bangs.