She nudged him. “He does not! He wears polo shirts and chinos.”
Owen laughed. “I’m not sure Shane even knows what chinos are.”
That was probably true. Ginger turned her face to her brother’s shoulder. “How could I have been attracted to such different men?”
Owen had an explanation. “You’re attracted to strong men… usually the strongest man in the room.”
“I am not,” she said and thought about it. “Am I that easy?”
Her brother seemed sure. “It’s the reason you fell back under Shane’s spell so fast. He’s definitely stronger than Calvin.”
Comparing the men wasn’t fair, especially when she’d taken Shane out of the running. “I must have an amoeba brain,” she said.
“At its earliest stage of development, definitely,” he said and she pinched him. “I meant, you’re an amnesia victim, so you’re
