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and heaving chests mirrored one another, and his head dropped, placing one languid kiss over the breast he’d been deeply sucking.
    Asher pulled her shirt down. “Change in shifts. New agent. They’ll need to check in with me.”
    He sat up as another rap echoed on the door and ran a hand over his face. Jenny pulled her legs back, flushed and dizzy, then scooted back on the couch, staring at him. What to say?
    A third knock banged through the apartment, and Molly walked down the hall. “Jeez, isn’t anyone going to—” She did a double take, and Jenny knew they were so busted. “Never mind. I got it.”
    Asher stood up. “No. Hang on. You’re not answering the door when there’s a lunatic out there.” He walked to the front door, looked out the peephole, and answered.
    Molly mouthed, “Oh my God,” and pointed at her brother then Jenny.
    Cheeks flaming from arousal and awareness, she shrugged, pulling the blanket over her. She mouthed back, “Go away.”
    Asher walked in with the agent and made introductions. The congressman was back; whoever the man on the couch was had been shelved. They finished small talk, and the agent moved to his post. Asher shut and locked the door, turned, eyeing both her and a giggling Molly. Very mature, Molls.
    The hot and heavy moment was so gone, and they’d been so obvious, she had to laugh too. Even Asher-the-Congressman chuckled, and Jenny pulled the blanket over her head. “Go away, Molly.”
    Molly stopped giggling and whistled as she walked out of the living room. “Scandalous.”
    Still under the blanket, she heard Asher walk across the room and felt the cushion dip when he sat down. “You okay under there?”
    “I feel like I’m fifteen and just got caught making out with the captain of the football team.”
    “Nope, just your best friend’s older brother. Can’t wait for the Molly McIntyre inquisition.” He tugged the blanket off her head. “You’re gorgeous and cute. Not a bad mix.” Then he tossed the blanket back on her head. “Feel free to come out if you’re hungry for cold pizza.”
    Well, she was hungry and would have to come out eventually anyway. She let the blanket fall.
    “That was fast.” He turned the lamp off and the television on, snagged her arm, and pulled her against him. Just like that, he was relaxed again and holding her.
    She didn’t get it. Not that she wanted to complain, but why now? “Ash?”
    He took a bite of pizza. “So what’s your audition for?”
    She reached over for a piece of pizza, grabbed a copy of the script that’d been buried under the pile of magazines, and handed it to him. “Third callback, and I’m hoping third time’s a charm.”
    “ Tassels and Tangos .” He read the cover and paged through the bound script one-handed while his other arm draped over her. His muscles shifted suddenly from kicked back to killer. “Who’s Maxwell?”
    “An acting coach I met at the last audition. Said he had some insight into what the director wanted, but I got a weird feeling. That’s his number in case I change my mind.”
    Asher’s face hardened. He tucked her in, took her script, and walked to the door. Jenny leaned over to try and listen but didn’t pick up any of the conversation he had with the agent. After a minute, Asher returned, sans script.
    “What’s that all about?”
    He shook his head. “Nothing. Probably coincidence.”
    Icy dread curled down her spine. “Asher. Tell me.”
    “All the notes have been signed by Maxwell.”

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Asher wrapped his arms around Jenny and held on tight. Her run-in with a man named Maxwell wasn’t a coincidence, and Asher wouldn’t take someone fucking around with his family or his woman.
    Jenny sighed as she watched The Late Show in his arms. This wasn’t how he’d thought his day would end. No way she could’ve guessed it either. She had to be exhausted. Flight from Florida, glass or two of wine, and he’d basically jumped her out of nowhere.