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a ride home.” Then he shrugged. “Actually, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
    A rush of heat swept through her and she wanted to say thank you. Wanted to smile and let him wrap her in his arms and take care of her.
    The rational part of her brain said she should send him on his way before she offered herself up on a platter.
    “Why?” She finally got her mouth to work. “You don’t know me.”
    As his smile grew so did her confusion.
    “Because I’m a decent guy. You just need to give me a chance to prove it.”
     

Chapter Two
    Damn, now this is a woman I’ll gladly take to bed.
    In worn jeans and a faded t-shirt, Dorrie Haverstick made Ben’s dick hard, a fact she’d notice if he didn’t get himself under control.
    Sure, the dress she’d had on earlier had made him take a second look but this was the real woman.
    Her dark hair hung damp, the shoulder-length waves surprisingly sexy. And she hadn’t reapplied her makeup, which she didn’t need anyway.
    She looked much younger and so much less like the polished sophisticate he’d seen at the club.
    Was this the woman Ian dreamed about at night? The dreams that kept his cousin awake most nights and made Ian grumpier than a teething toddler the next morning?
    Ben had been meaning to ask Ian about his worsening mood but hadn’t found the right time. Ian probably would’ve blown him off anyway.
    Since they’d bought into Adam Oleksy’s private security firm six months ago, Ian had thrown himself into his career change with the zeal of a recent religious convert. But now Ben had to wonder if there was something else behind his single-minded focus.
    Like maybe he was trying not to think about this woman, who continued to stare at him as if he was an alien from another planet.
    “Excuse me?”
    The question seemed to escape without her conscious knowledge, as if she had no idea what the hell he’d said. The absolutely baffled look on her face amused the hell out of him.
    This brilliant woman had no idea how much he wanted to strip her naked and see how flustered she could get when he put his mouth between her legs.
    He was about to open his mouth and flirt like hell when he noticed her eyes. Not as bright or sharp as they’d been earlier. How her lids drooped. The lady was practically asleep on her feet.
    “Or maybe you just need to let me buy you a drink. You look like you could use one.”
    He figured she’d turn him down immediately. When she didn’t…
    Well now. Isn’t that interesting?
    Then again, maybe she was just too damn tired to come up with a response.
    Then she blinked. “And where would we go for that drink? I’m not exactly dressed to go out in public.”
    As she swept her hand down her front, he felt justified in letting his gaze follow her hand.
    And realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that she needed one.
    Well, fuck. He probably shouldn’t dwell on that fact. But he couldn’t make himself drag his gaze away until he’d had a damn good look.
    Probably not a good idea to get your hopes up, asshole. Ian has dibs.
    At least, that’s what he suspected.
    Too bad, because the longer Ben stared at her, the more he wanted to get to know her.
    “Would you like to come back to my place for a drink?”
    She didn’t answer right away, and he could practically see her going through every pro and con.
    “How do you know Ian?”
    He’d been expecting that one. “We work together.”
    The fact that they were cousins wasn’t exactly a secret, but his Spidey sense warned him not to disclose that fact just yet.
    Dorrie and Ian had history. And Ben found that fascinating because Ian didn’t do relationships. He had one-night stands.
    And Dorrie didn’t seem like a one-night-stand kind of girl.
    At the moment, she didn’t seem like an any-night-stand kind of girl because the look she was giving him could shrivel balls from across a crowded bar.
    She wasn’t tired enough not to realize he wasn’t giving her the whole