She wasn’t stupid. Just because she hadn’t ever slept with a man—or even kissed one—didn’t mean she was clueless when one was attracted.

And when that man was staring—again—it was hard to miss.

Levi was interested; and that meant that he thought he had the right to control what she did. She had no idea where he'd gotten his archaic notions. The rest of his brothers weren’t that barbaric, or chauvinistic. They were good, kind, compassionate, loving and wonderful men—even Nate who tended to give Perci fits every chance he could.

She really liked all of the Masterson brothers, Levi included.

Pan just didn't know what she wanted to do about him.

It didn't help that he was right there—everywhere—every time she turned around. Between the work she was juggling as his housekeeper, the movie and all that it required, and still trying to keep her bookkeeping business afloat, she was getting worn out.

But Pan wasn't about to complain. Of course not; Tylers never complained. Tylers just dealt.

She finished cleaning the kitchen and putting all the dishes away. They’d had everyone over from her father's house tonight. It had been one of Perci's rare nights off.

Pan winced.

Somehow, Perci and Nate were working the same schedule again. Talk about mood killing. The two of them were getting ridiculous. Perci should just kiss him already, or something. Get it over with.

She understood her sister’s hesitation.

Perci still lived with their father, and Pan didn't see that changing anytime soon. Someone had to help with the boys, especially with Perci's limited schedule. Phoebe spent her days over there, tending to her goats and the children; Pip would drive her over daily. Pip would spend most of her daylight hours helping their father run the ranch, along with Pete, their sixteen-year-old brother.

When Pip wasn't doing that, she was in town at Matt's vet office, helping him where she could. Or just being with him because she loved him.

Or making that damned movie. No one had expected Pip's part to be quite as large as it was. And her extremely introverted sister was wearing down. Everyone could see that. Pan was worried. And so was Matt. It was in his eyes.

He'd scooped Pip up into his arms right after dinner and carried her off to the room just off the back hall that they now shared. They would be moving out to their new home—Matt had had to remodel it first—within the month. They had managed to meld their lives together seamlessly.

As if it had been easy for them.

The way their mother had always promised it would be.

Just like Joel and Phoebe had somehow made things fit, easily. It was supposed to be easy.

But nothing about Levi Masterson was ending up easy at all. Not for her.

"Are you thinking about me?" He came up behind her after the last of his brothers left the kitchen. She fought a shiver as the scent of the mountains and Levi hit her.

Yes; she was thinking about him. But Pan wasn't about to tell him that. It might do him some good to stew a while longer; she wasn’t about to give into his Levi Masterson charm.

Levi stepped into her path and grinned. She resisted rolling her eyes; it wasn't fair that men like him were free to walk around without a warning sign.

She could see why so many women in Masterson County found a reason to stop by whenever Levi was home. He wasn't the tallest of the brothers—Nate towered over the rest of them—but he was still well over six feet tall, maybe six-three or six-four, had linebacker shoulders that he often had encased in soft looking flannel shirts, and the man was just made for jeans and cowboy boots. Add in the face that was too perfect for a woman’s sanity, and it just wasn't fair.

Sometimes when he smiled at her she turned into an idiot and forgot what it was she was thinking. Well, most times. Levi had a way of making her forget every plan she had ever made. "Of course not, I have better things to do with my time. I'm just… Going over my lines for tomorrow. I think I'm supposed to seduce a mortal. Maybe that's the day after. I may get to kiss Hunter. I'm not sure yet it all depends on what Rowland thinks."

She bit back a smile, knowing that that was sure to goad him. Levi did not like Rowland Bowles—or Hunter Louis Clark. She knew exactly why. And it wasn’t because of their ridiculously pretentious names.

"Really?" Levi took the clean plates from her and lifted them into the cabinet. Pan tried to step aside, but that didn't work. Two strong arms came down on the countertop next to her, trapping her between them. "You sure you want your first kiss to be on camera?"

"What…what makes you think it will be my first kiss?" Damn those sisters of hers. One of them had definitely squealed.

But she would plot revenge against her sisters later. Right now she had an even bigger threat to worry about.

Levi smelled like he always did, that fate minty-and-wood and man scent that she would always associate with him. Until him, she had never really paid much attention to how a man smelled before—unless he needed an obvious shower. Not until Levi.

Sometimes when she wasn't paying attention and he got too close she would just breathe him in like a total idiot, like one of those fawning goobs from town.

And good for them. She hoped one of them finally caught him and took him off her hands quickly. With all the changes that had been going on in her life lately, Pan wasn't sure what the future was going to hold for her; she didn't like it when she didn't know the plan.

Not knowing left too much too chance, too many ways things could go so horribly wrong. Not having a plan drove her nuts.

And she had no doubt that Levi could make a woman go far, far too wrong.

"Well, am I wrong? Family rumor has it that you've been too smart to get involved with some random man. Speculation is you've never even been kissed before. So you're going to let some strange actor that you don't really know be your first?"

"Why is it any of your concern?" No, she hadn't exactly been too fond of the idea. But there was no way she was going to tell someone that she was twenty-two years old and hadn't ever been kissed.

It just hadn't happened.

After her sister Pip had been sexually assaulted at the community center parking lot when Pan wasn't even seventeen, it had left a lasting impression. Everything that had happened since that night had just made it impossible for her to get involved with a man.

At least not enough to trust him well enough for any type of physical feelings to develop. Or to let him close enough to kiss her, anyway.

Well, she was certainly close to a man now.

Pan trembled. She had to admit, there were definitely some physical feelings between them.

Damn Levi Masterson; he had a real way of ruining her plans.