didnât quite know what to think about that, considering he had a teenage son, but it wasnât her place to ask, and she was too frazzled to worry about it, anyway.
âYour clothes are going to have to come off, you know.â
Stunned by his unreserved statement, she thought about laughing at the absurdity of it; that, or she could try to hide.
She was unable to work up enough strength for either. Her gaze met his. He stared back, and what she saw made her too warm, and entirely too aware of him as a man, even given the fact she was likely in his bedroom and at his mercy. She should have been afraid; sheâd gotten well used to that emotion. But strangely, she wasnât. âIââ
The door opened and a man stepped in. This one looked different than both Sawyer and the younger man, Gabe. Sawyer had dark, coal-black hair, withpiercing eyes almost the same color. His lashes were sinfully long and thick and, she couldnât help noticing, he had a lot of body hair. Not too much, but enough that sheâd taken notice. Of course, sheâd spent several minutes pressed to that wide chest, so it would have been pretty difficult not to notice. And heâd smelled too good for description, a unique, heady scent of clean, male sweat and sun-warmed flesh and something more, something that had pervaded her muscles as surely as the weakness had.
Gabe, the one now fetching items from her car, was blond-haired and incredibly handsome. In his cutoffs, bare feet and bare chest, heâd reminded her of a beach bum.
His eyes, a pale blue, should have looked cool, but instead had seemed heated from within, and sheâd naturally drawn back from him. His overwhelming masculinity made her uneasy, whereas Sawyerâs calm, controlled brand of machismo offered comfort and patience and rock-steady security, which she couldnât help but respond to as a woman. Accepting his help felt right, but the very idea alarmed her, too. She couldnât involve anyone else in her problems.
Now this man, with his light brown hair and warm green eyes, exuded gentle curiosity and tempered strength. Every bit as handsome as the blond one, but in a more understated way, he seemed less of a threat. He looked at her, then to Sawyer. âCasey says we have a guest?â
âShe ran her car into the lake. Gabe and Casey are off taking care of that now, getting as much of her stuff out of it as they can.â
âHer stuff?â
âSeems she was packed up and moving.â He flicked a glance at Honey, one brow raised. She ignored his silent question.
âCare to introduce me?â
Sawyer shrugged. He gestured toward her after he took a stethoscope out of his bag. âHoney, this is my brother Jordan.â
Jordan smiled at her. And he waited. Sawyer, too, watched her, and Honey was caught. Heâd called her by name again, so why did he now look as if he was waiting for her to introduce herself? She firmed her mouth. After a second, Jordan frowned, then skirted a worried look at his brother. âIs sheâ¦?â
Sawyer sighed. âShe can talk, but sheâs not feeling well. Letâs give her a little time.â
Jordan nodded briskly, all understanding and sympathy. Then he looked down at the floor and smiled. âWell, hello there, honey. You shouldnât be in here.â
Honey jumped, hearing her name again, but Jordan wasnât speaking to her. He lifted a small calico cat into his arms, and she saw the animal had a bandaged tail. As Jordan stroked the pet, crooning to her in a soothing tone, the cat began a loud, ecstatic purring. Jordanâs voice was rough velvet, sexy and low, and Honey felt almost mesmerized by it. It was the voice of a seducer.
Good grief, she thought, still staring. Was every man in this family overflowing with raw sexuality?
âA new addition,â Jordan explained. âI found the poor thing on my office doorstep this