I put my fists up in front of my face and dropped into a fighting stance. Or at least what I assumed was a fighting stance based on movies I'd watched. The few fights I'd been in had been rough and fast.

"This is my house, asshole. I'll do whatever the fuck I want with—" I stopped, the man's words sinking in. "Jenna is your sister?"

"And she's my girlfriend's sister," George Gregory said, stepping up next to Jenna's brother. Cody, I think. CodyReynolds. Shit. Why hadn't I put that together before? "So answer the fucking question."

Jenna jumped in front of me, her hair plastered to her head, sprinkles sliding down her face. "I broke into his house while he was taking a shower. That's the only reason he's naked. And he's the kind of guy who would sue us all over one of your dumb pranks."

Cody crossed his arms over his chest. "Our pranks are awesome."

"Do you walk around naked all the time?" The tall, lean man asked, using his hand to shield his view of my junk.

I stuck a hand on my hip and jutted my pelvis forward a couple times, cock swinging. "You mean the opportunity to see this wouldn't be a reason to visit?"

The lean man, I think his name was Noah, slapped his hand over his eyes, his neck and cheeks flaming red. "For the love of decency, put some clothes on, man."

"There are a lot of pranks we could play on a man who's naked all the time." George rubbed his chin like he was deep in thought.

"The maple syrup won't come out of his pubes easy," Cody said. "I say we still do it."

Jenna stepped out from in front of me and looked me up and down. "What the hell, I'd tell the judge my story, and he'd laugh your lawsuit out of court." She might have been smiling, but her glare could cut through steel. She walked over to stand with her brothers.

I didn't know what any of them were talking about, and I didn't care. "This is my property, and all of you are trespassing. You've got ten seconds to leave before I go back inside for my rifle."

"Your hospitality leaves a lot to be desired." Jenna shook her head like I'd disappointed her, but she smiled at Cody, George, and Noah. "It's okay. He's not worth wasting perfectly good maple syrup. Can I get a ride home?"

She gestured at her car and the men stalked over to it, glaring at me and chatting about the damage like we weren't standing in a downpour.

"Is this what you want?" I asked Jenna, leaning in close so she could hear me over the rain. "You want to leave with those Neanderthals?"

Her smile was the fakest one I'd seen from her, yet. I wanted to shake her until she showed me how she really felt. "I'll send someone with a chainsaw to cut the tree and someone else with a tow truck for the car."

"I don't want strangers on my property. I'll take care of it."

She pursed her lips. "It's my car. I'll handle it."

"My tree. My problem. I'll get your car back to you."

Her smile became less fake, and the relief in her eyes made me want to hug her. Her brothers returned and got back in the SUV. Jenna followed them, her white shirt now plastered to her body.

When she reached for the door handle, I got a good look at her body in profile and saw the bump. A distinct, rounded bump that hadn't been there when I'd seen her naked five months earlier. Next to the small protuberance of her belly was a tiny blue hand print.

CHAPTER THREE

Sam

Iwatched until the SUV disappeared down my driveway and out of sight before I stomped back into the house and slammed the front door.

Once again, I was dripping on my hardwood floors and I was pissed. Pissed with no good reason for it. Jenna was out of my life. I'd stop using her credentials, and she'd have no reason to break into my house again.

The image of her baby bump and that small hand flashed in my mind and my chest went so tight I had to press a hand to it. Damn it, she wasn't pregnant. And if she was, it was none of my business. It couldn't be mine. I'd used a condom… I'd definitely used a condom the second time, but the first time… I'd been so desperate for her I hadn't been able to see straight, much less think.

In the five months since we'd had our night together, I hadn't forgotten a moment of it. I told myself it was because the hours of boring conference prior to meeting her had made everything about her stand out more brightly in contrast. But that was a lie. Her emerald eyes had glinted in the moonlight as she'd explored my body like a biologist examining a new species she'd found on the Amazon. She'd studied me like she'd seen no one like me before, like I was the most special human she'd ever encountered.

And she'd been a quick study, learning exactly how to touch me, how to arch into me, figuring out exactly what I loved in bed. For a night she'd been all I could see or smell or taste and I still woke most nights, dick rock hard, her eyes flashing in my memory, the sound of my name falling off her tongue as she'd fallen apart for me. Forme, damn it.

And she called me the seducer.

Did her brothers know she was pregnant? Was that why they'd driven over here?