“She was acting like an old crone so I simply thought her outward appearance should match her actions.” Hilly reached for her sister, who was doubled over as though she would never straighten up again. “You changed her into an old woman.” Gone was Meg’s fiery red hair. Gone was her supple body. Gone was her smooth skin. Yet Tanner knew the real Meg, the protective and spunky sister, was locked inside the senior citizen. “An old hag is more like it. Look on the bright side. The local theater company’s casting for Snow White and she’d be a shoe-in for the witch with the poisoned apple.” So much for humor. Hilly’s dagger-eyes left nothing to the imagination. He had no doubt she would’ve taken him out back and kicked him in the balls if she hadn’t needed to help Meg. “Tanner Cage, you change my sister back this instant.” “Really? But why? Some men actually like their women fat and balding. With warts. I think this new look suits her. Or at least it suits her disposition.”
