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“Do not.”

“Do too.” She argued as if we were still little kids.

“Then tell me.”

“She saw the same thing the rest of us did. I could see it in your eyes. You never once looked at Melissa with the eyes you have for Jennifer.”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “Huh?”

“Don’thuhme. I saw you two dancing. It was pretty erotic for two people with their clothes still on.”

Dancing with Jennifer had been hot as hell, but I wasn’t admitting that to my sister. “She’s a good dancer.”

“Where is she, by the way?”

I hadn’t expected that question. “Back at my place.”

“See?”

“It was closer than her apartment, and I needed to get her warmed up before she froze to death. And then you called.”

“Uh-huh.” She poked a finger in my chest. “I like her, so go slow and don’t screw this up is all I have to say.”

That was a lie. There was no way she wouldn’t bring this up again.

“I like her too.”

“Duh.” She turned and reopened the door to Josh’s room.

I followed her inside. I hated waiting, but there was nothing else to do at this point.

How the hell did he roll the Jag?

Chapter 22

Jennifer

I priedmy eyes open on Sunday morning, and the first thing I could make out was the empty wine glass on the nightstand. It brought last night back to me.

The room Dennis had pointed me to across the hall from his was a second master with its own huge bathroom. I’d located a T-shirt and sweats in the dresser and, with a towel wrapped around my wet hair, quickly toured a few of the rooms in the house. I’d steered clear of his bedroom after leaving the shower he’d thawed me in.

Everything about this house was on a scale I’d only seen in pictures, and the kitchen was immense. I had a thing for checking out kitchens in the magazines, wondering what it would be like to have one as nice. His had many of those beat.

I’d waited up for Dennis and located a bottle of wine in the fridge. It had become my companion for the evening when he didn’t return. I’d tried to wash away the memory of the evening’s shitty conclusion with at least a glass or two too many.

Eventually, the soft bed had beckoned, and I gave up the vigil, hoping his brother was all right, but knowing in my bones that Dennis’s absence meant things were the opposite of good. The wine and soft, million-thread-count sheets had brought slumber quickly.

Padding to the bathroom, my tongue now felt fur-coated from the wine. Dennis had a nice setup for guests here, including a fresh, plastic-wrapped toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash.

Wearing the Dodgers T-shirt I’d slept in, I looked like death warmed over in the mirror. Sleeping on slightly damp hair would do that.

A metallic clank sounded down the hall, and I stilled myself to listen.

Nothing.

I ventured to the door, and when I cracked it open, the faint aroma of coffee tickled my nostrils.

Somebody was here.

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