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He looks genuinely disappointed. “Going so soon?”

“I need to shower. See you at the thing?”

He rolls his eyes. “Not invited.”

What? That’s ridiculous. “Come anyway. You can be my date.” I’m sure Jake will have to stay in hiding, and I’ll need someone I can hang out with.

He smiles a sad smile. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m afraid big, gay tattooed sons with a ponytail and a smoking habit wouldn’t go with Mom’s centerpieces.”

Or her shiny new campaign.

He means it to be funny, but I can’t bring myself to laugh. And I don’t know him well enough to hug him, so all I can do is offer a sympathetic smile. “I’ll see you later, then.”

Maybe.

I’m unsure how long Jake and I will be staying after the brunch. We haven’t discussed it.

“Bye, sweetie.”

I turn to leave. Before my hand touches the doorknob, he says, “And Scarlett?”

“Yeah?”

“Spit into my sister’s food, will ya?”

I bark a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.”

When I makeit back to the room, I yelp and drop my phone. A naked Adonis is sitting on the edge of the freshly made bed, typing away on a laptop.

He looks up at me with a wide, slick grin, the light of the screen giving him an almost ghostly appearance. “Hey, muffin.”

It takes me a second to find my voice. “Do you not own clothes?” I say, tearing my eyes from him. I mean it to be chiding, but it comes out weak.

He laughs. “Well, you’re the one who didn’t knock.”

My lips part, but I’ve got nothing.

“Mind shutting the door?”

Oh…

I do as he asks but stay facing it so he has time to get dressed. I hear the bed jostle and his feet pattering in the direction of his suitcase. Clothes rustle around, and he heads back. “Do you mind it when I’m naked?” he teases.

My cheeks flame. “Just get dressed, Jake.”

“Well, do you?”

“Jake.”

A laugh.

He must take my indirect response as tacit agreement because he closes in…or maybe he’s just seeing how far he can get. Seeing if I’m still as rigid.

The heat of his body washes over my back, his left palm connecting with the door to prop himself up and partially cage me in.

That clean, spicy scent fills the air around me. My breathing stills.

His tone morphs, thick with desire. “You sure you want that?”

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