Page 14 of Falling for Brody

And the last time it had happened to him, he'd been watching a movie.

Alone.

And ended up jacking off like a fucking teenage boy.

The chill from the shower helped to tame his erection. Smiling to himself, he leaned his head under the water to wash out the last of the shampoo suds as he had another thought. Rhea reminded him of the actress in the movie. One of his favorites.

Carla Gugino.

He'd seen her in so many films and TV shows, including the one that had started his fascination, although he'd never tell his sister and his cousin, Kay, The Buccaneers. He'd been young enough that they could order him around and make him watch and he'd watched, at first, pretending to be interested just so he could eat his share of the popcorn and chips that they'd squirreled away. But, after a while of pretending to be interested, he'd actually found himself enjoying it.

Not the storyline. He couldn't remember much of what he'd seen in the way of the story, but he remembered Nan, the character played by Carla Gugino. She had been pretty. Beautiful even. But it wasn't until her character had aged a little that he'd been truly interested in what was happening on the screen before him.

Kay and Rachel had gone on and on about the romance and the fashion, but he'd just waited for glimpses of Nan. And when he'd developed a decidedly physical reaction to her, he'd dragged one of the decorative pillows from the couch onto his lap and left it there.

Yeah. He'd watched a few of her films and TV shows after that. Hell, all of them.

Even Spy Kids. Because Carla was gorgeous at any age and his reaction to her was always the same.

He was hot for Carla.

And now?

Fuck.

Even with the water in his shower cold enough to fill the Arctic, he was hard again.

But not for Carla.

His own fucking partner.

His phone chimed and he looked at the clock again.

Dinner.

Shutting off the water, he dried off, got dressed, and thought of everything he could to calm himself down. And it worked.

Thank god.

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Rhea feltlike she was losing a bit of control over her circumstances.

It had been a relief at first, to have the Armstrongs offer her a place to stay with Chip until they found a place to rent. They'd stopped in to check on her kids at one of the Armstrong houses.

That's right.

HOUSES.

Plural.

And that's when she'd met another wave of Armstrongs. Joshua's mother, Avalon's mother-in-law, Helene had given her a rib-squeezing hug and thanked her again and again. It was nice to be thanked. It didn't happen many times face to face. In a big city it was scoop 'em up. Drop them off, move on.

There was hardly any chance of bumping into the patient or their family again.

Small towns, she reminded herself. Everyone knows everyone and it was beginning to look like half of the town was related to Brody.

Interesting.

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