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Showered with Attention
Just my luck, Jared wasn’t kidding about his brother and sister being at his “condo,” a two-story townhouse tucked away in the Back Bay area. His twin brother, Ted, was slightly taller and lankier with lighter hair—brownish rather than blackish—but he had the same hazel eyes and heart-stopping smile, although there was a definite quizzical air to it.
“And who’s this?” he asked.
“You remember Kyra Ellison,” Jared said. “She runs that modeling agency in the Midwest. We poached some of her girls for reps when you were still with the business.”
“Ah, right.” Ted had the courtesy to look sheepish. As I recalled, I’d had a few choice words for the brothers when I’d found out, but I was glad for the girls now. Pushing drugs was a much more secure career choice than m
