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What was he doing here? Inopen as I tried to work out what the hell was going on; it took me a mo all over arbled noise of distress I clamped an arm over my breasts and a hand in front of aze "What are you doing in lanced hurriedly around for a weapon Uht work

Another choking noise snapped my eyes back to his, and a flush of unwanted and totally inappropriate heat hit ain That dark, sexually avarice look I hated thatthe guyto cover up how vulnerable I felt

Immediately, the Suit held up his hands in surrender and he spun slowly around, his back toshoulders The bastard was laughing at rab some clothes – and possibly a baseball bat – when ed on a photo on Ellie’s memo board It was a picture of Ellie… and the Suit

What the hell?

Why had I not noticed this? Oh yeah Because I didn’t like to ask questions Disgruntled at my own crap observational skills, I threw a quick look overSkittering off todown the hall to my ears "I’m Braden Carmichael Ellie’s brother"

Of course he was, I thought grury lih a pair of shorts and a tank top

With my dark blonde, brownish hair piled in a wet mess atop my head, I stormed back out into the hall to face him

Braden had turned around, his lips quirked up at the corner now as he ran his eyes over me The fact that I was dressed didn’terent hu?"

A dark eyebrow rose atknock," I argued

His reply consisted of hi his hands casually into his suit pants He’d taken his jacket off somewhere and his white shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing tan, ut at the sight of those sexy forearms

Shit

Fuckity, shit, fuck

I flushed inwardly "Aren’t you going to apologize?"

Braden gifted ize unless I hlight of –coaxing me to smile back at hiirlfriend

And I ay too attracted to this stranger for it to be healthy

"Wohat a boring life you htily and weakly as I walked by hiirl pieces to soive hinore the flutter of butterflies in ne he earing

Grunting at my observation, Braden followed me I could feel the heat of hi room

His jacket was tossed across an ar beside an open newspaper on the coffee table He’d justin the tub, completely oblivious

Annoyed, I shot hirin hiton the arm of the couch as Braden sank casually into the arone now He stared up aton his lips, like he was thinking of a private joke Or me naked

Despite my resistance to him, I didn’t want him to think that my nakedness was funny

"So, you’re Jocelyn Butler"

"Joss," I corrected automatically

He nodded and relaxed into his seat, his areous hands Elegant, butup h crossed lued my eyes from them to him He appeared comfortable and yet totally authoritative It suddenly occurred to me that this was the Braden with all the irlfriend, and a little sister he was undoubtedly overprotective of

"Ellie likes you"

Ellie doesn’t know me "I like Ellie I’m not so sure about her brother He seehtly crooked teeth "He’s not sure of you either"

That’s not what your eyes are saying "Oh?"