Tracey chuckled at the joke, but her laugh lacked any real warmth. She smiled appreciatively, trying not to appreciate what was before her too much. That was always a danger with the alluring, beautiful French woman.
“It’s about…your sister,” Tracey began, unable to hide a hint of contempt that found its way into her tone. “And you, too.” She took a deep breath. “Is there anything that might be…different about you both or your family?”