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“Cuddle goats and fuck my uncle? I don’t know.”

“Not helping!” Triss hissed, ditching her socks. “Get here ASAP, or I’m leaving and I might not tell you where I end up.”

“You’d never do that. I’m the sister you never had.”

“I have four sisters.”

“Yeah, but none like me. And I have two brothers, so you’re definitely the sister I never had.”

“I’m looking at flights in the morning.”

“Then make the most of tonight, Aunt Triss.” The giggle in Hannah’s voice had Triss rolling her eyes as she dug through her suitcase for her toiletries bag. “You’re gross.”

“I’m a realist. I don’t want details. I don’t need to know what positions you do it in, or what surfaces, or any of that shit, but Nate and Ash are more like my brothers or cousins than they are uncles. We grew up together.”

“Still family, which makes it weird.”

“Only if you subscribe to that kind of a family dynamic.”

“Get your ass to Colorado, Hannah, I mean it.”

“I will. I will.” Finally, Triss’s friend managed some remorse to her tone, though there wasn’t much of it. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Say hi to Asher for me.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to pretend I’m not even here.”

“Impossible, baby, you’re smokin’ hot.”

“Get here now!”

“I’m trying. Goodnight! Glad you’re safe.”

“Goodnight. Glad you are, too. Love you.”

“Love you.” Hannah ended the call, so Triss grabbed her pajamas, and having located her toiletries bag, she yanked open the door to her bedroom only to come face to face with the man her best friend wanted her to sleep with.

And of course, she was in nothing more than her underwear.

Fuck!

Chapter Three

“Uh … towels,” he said like an idiot, holding a stack of bath towels out toward the barely dressed stranger with the gold-flecked brown eyes.

She blinked those big eyes at him but otherwise didn’t move.

He lifted the towels. “Here. There aren’t any in the bathroom.”

As if she suddenly realized that she was standing there in nothing more than a white bra and white panties, she closed the door, still not taking the towels, and a second later opened the door again, now wearing her dripping wet winter coat over her slender frame.

“Sorry,” she said, taking the towels from his hands, their fingers brushing slightly underneath. “Thank you.”

He grunted and nodded. “If you’re going to shower, you need to crank the hot water all the way to full, then let it get scalding before you adjust. Old pipes.” He turned to go, his cock having jerked in his pajama pants, making him realize he was barely dressed more than she was. And he didn’t have any boxers on under his pants, so if he continued to have thoughts about her in her underwear, she’d know. “Breakfast is at seven.”

“Uh … thank you,” she said again, before he started to climb the steps into the darkness toward the bedrooms upstairs.

He entered his room, closed the door, then slid into bed. But like fuck was he going to be able to sleep knowing she was downstairs naked and soaped up in the shower.

Who the fuck was this Triss? And what kind of a name was that?