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I mean, big.

He had on a leather kutte, a long-sleeved, dark blue, tight-fitting shirt.

Dark-washed jeans that fit him like a glove.

Black motorcycle boots.

But my kryptonite?

He had a black baseball cap on backward.

Honey hush.

Yes, I learned what I liked and what I didn’t like in college.

And I liked that.

A whole hell of a lot.

I was peering around the corner, the potatoes I had been peeling long forgotten.

Turn your face, handsome.

I want to see your eyes.

And then... almost as if he had heard me, he stopped, then turned his head.

And then... he locked his eyes on me.

I felt it.

The earth beneath my feet shifted.

Caramel colored eyes.

Holy fucking shit.

I felt the breath in my lungs stall, and only when he seemed to shake his head and look away was I able to inhale a deep breath.

Thankfully, Aunt Tempie, Agatha, she was my Uncle Merlin’s sister, Ophelia, Soraya, Minnie, Kourt, Tamber, Luna, Vienna, Ashlee, the club girls, had all missed whatever that was.

I got back to peeling the potatoes.

It was a few hours later, after we had all eaten, that I was finally able to ask the question that had been running rampant in my mind.

“So, what’s his story?” I asked my Aunt Tempie, as I jutted my chin in the man’s direction.

She looked at my face and then to where I had tilted my chin, and then did something I didn’t think she would: she freaking shivered.

“That’s one man you need to steer clear of, darlin’. Far and wide. You hearing me, girl?”

Okay… so that wasn’t the reaction I was thinking I would hear. I mean, he is a brother. Why would she be telling me to steer clear of him?

What about him has her saying something like that?

My Uncle isn’t a choir boy. Far from it, in fact.

That much I knew had to be true.

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