If Looks Could Kill by Heather Graham Page A

Darryl was my one big romantic relationship.”
    â€œOh, my God! How do you survive?” Kaila whispered in horror.
    Madison laughed. “People do. Sex isn’t everything.”
    â€œIt’s a hell of a lot. I mean, I may not like it all the time, the way…I mean, with…I don’t know what I mean.”
    Madison smiled again, hugging her sister. “I know what you mean. I still remember my marriage, you know. Sometimes you’re in the mood, and sometimes you’re not, and sometimes you oblige because you know your partner will just be pissy all day if you don’t!”
    Kaila laughed. “Yeah, kind of…” She frowned. “And then I feel badly sometimes because…”
    â€œBecause?”
    Kaila shrugged. “There’s nothing really wrong with Dan. I mean, he’s…”
    â€œGood in bed, functions like a pro, all parts in working order!” came a cheerful voice from the doorway, and Jassy stepped into the room.
    â€œJassy, you can be incredibly clinical!” Madison told her, grinning to take the sting out of her words.
    â€œClinical?” Jassy protested.
    â€œAnd the both of you are just woefully nosy and personal!” Kaila told them accusingly.
    â€œThat’s what sisters are for,” Jassy assured her, and glanced over at Madison. “No sex life—at all?” she inquired incredulously.
    Madison groaned. “We can’t all be having secret affairs.”
    â€œWho’s having a secret affair?” Kaila demanded.
    â€œJassy,” Madison informed her.
    â€œYou weren’t supposed to say anything!” Jassy gasped.
    â€œOh, God, I’m sorry,” Madison said guiltily.
    â€œIt’s all right, because you’ve told Kaila. But Kaila, if I told you who the guy is, it wouldn’t be a great secret affair anymore.”
    â€œDid she tell you? ” Kaila demanded of Madison.
    Madison shook her head, then frowned, looking past Jassy to the door to Kaila’s room.
    Jassy hadn’t closed it all the way. Now Madison thought she saw it move, thought she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind Jassy in the hallway.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” Kaila asked.
    Madison shook her head, wondering why she was suddenly certain that someone had been listening to their conversation.
    Furtively.
    â€œNothing,” Madison said, but she was still frowning. She rose and walked to the door, swinging it open.
    The hallway was empty. She had to be imagining things.
    â€œMadison?” Jassy said worriedly.
    Madison shook her head. “It’s nothing, honest.”
    But it was something. A strange feeling she couldn’t quite shake.
    â€œLet’s go back to the party,” Kaila said, smoothing her hair. “I’ve got a great sitter in my dad’s own house, and here I am, sitting in this room and feeling sorry for myself when I have a chance to talk and party with adults and flirt a bit.”
    â€œThat’s the spirit, kid,” Jassy assured her.
    â€œYep. Let’s go on back out,” Madison said.
    In seconds they were headed back to the party.
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    â€œMadison!” Sheila said cheerfully, calling to her and waving her highball glass in the air. Scotch. Straight Dewar’s. Sheila had once told her that Dewar’s was the drink of choice—never mix it with soda, soda was what caused hangovers. Sheila could drink Dewar’s all night and not look a tad the worse for wear. Madison envied her that ability.
    Sheila weaved her way through the crowd until she reached Madison. “Great party—it was really nice of your dad to think of inviting all us Storm Fronts.”
    â€œDad’s a pretty good guy most of the time,” Madison assured her.
    â€œYou know, your brothers are all cute, but this newest one…wow.”
    â€œKyle Montgomery?”
    â€œIs he really your brother?”
    â€œHis father was married to my