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Once her shorts were off, all his attention narrowed to where his fingers had just been.

“Then there’s this stunning pussy,” he murmured.

Octavia snorted. “Stunning?”

“Perfect.” He dipped low and ran his tongue through her most intimate part. “Delicious.” He pushed her thighs wider. “Mine.”

CHAPTER 37

NATHAN

Nathan jumped when he went to open his door and it opened to reveal a man standing on the other side.

“Jesus.” He grasped at his chest and chuckled, realizing quickly that it was Scottie’s occupational therapist.

The man grinned back as he adjusted his backpack. “Sorry about that. Not sure if that was bad timing or good timing,” he joked, stepping to the side to let Nathan in. “Scottie was just jumping in the shower. He’s in a pretty good mood today. Probably the best I’ve seen him in.”

Nathan toed his shoes off and looked in the direction of the guest room. “That’s good. He’s hot and cold. But he’s always been like that.”

“Well, I’ll be back tomorrow around noon. He’s going to hate me after so if you’ve got somewhere else to go you may want to go there.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nathan said. “Thank you, man.” They shook hands and then Nathan closed the door and made his way into the apartment, taking a quick peek into Scottie’s room.

There was an exercise band thrown on the bed but no other evidence of any work being done. The shower was on, which Nathan could just hear over the angry sound of his brother’s music.

Closing Scottie’s door, he headed to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner. He’d be having dinner at home tonight as Octavia had a study session with a lawyer friend of hers.

She hadn’t wasted time getting in touch with a friend from law school and jumping straight into the personal law stuff. Nathan had listened to her explain things but it had all started to jumble in his mind. He was just happy she had a handle on it. A very driven, capable handle. The list of things he found sexy about Octavia continued to grow.

Scottie came out of his room as Nathan was sliding a tray of chicken and vegetables into the oven. Nathan watched him carefully out of the corner of his eye. His brother had made it very clear he was sick of being stared at and judged. So Nathan made a point to not do that. However, he still wanted to gauge how things were progressing.

“Is that for me too?” Scottie asked, pulling up a stool and plunking himself down.

Nathan scoffed. “Nah, figured you could cook for yourself.”

Scottie glared at him through his glasses, his blue eyes judging.

“Your OT said you were in a good mood today.” Nathan glared back, trying to see whether or not he’d be able to tell. So far the mood seemed to be less than ideal.

“It’s supposed to storm tomorrow.”

Nathan looked to his left, where the sun was starting to dip and shrugged. “What kind of storm?” It was March, if it wasn’t a snowstorm he’d be thrilled.

“The kind with big claps of thunder and dramatic lightning strikes.” He reached for the bowl of fruit sitting on the island and picked through the selection, snagging the last banana before Nathan told him off.

“Wake up from your coma with a sudden love of thunderstorms?”

Scottie’s grin drew up higher. “You could say that.”

Nathan stared at Scottie for longer than was socially appropriate, waiting for more but nothing came. “Okay, weird.”

For the next several minutes while Nathan busied himself by washing some dishes and cleaning the counter, Scottie sat quietly eating his banana, seemingly lost in thought before clearing his throat and pulling Nathan’s attention back to him.

“So…you never said where you met Octavia.”

Nathan turned off the tap and turned to dry his hands. “The bar at The Emerald Hotel.”

The laugh that burst out of Scottie had Nathan stepping back. “Of course,” he grumbled.