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dream.”
    More like a memory …
    “Bad one?” She could feel the heat baking off of him and the closeness of him. She could feel his concern and his love and the very maleness that was Gareth. It sounded crazy but it was entirely true.
    “Not so much bad as startling. I’m sorry. I guess I just woke up with a bang.” And then she was biting her lip for saying something so very inappropriate.
    “What do you think it will mean for us if we’re not really brother and sister?” he asked. He was winding a long strand of her hair around his finger.
    “I don’t know.” It was such a struggle to get the words out. Even more of a struggle to keep her heart beating reasonably and her mind from going to a very, very wrong place.
    “We’ll figure it out,” he said softly. “Sleep well, Jojo.”
    Then he kissed her. He kissed her cheek and she tried to stay still. When he leaned himself against her to kiss her—chastely, she reminded herself—she felt the hard ridge of his cock press her thigh. Even through clothes he was harder than hell and warn and it was seductive.
    She turned her head, maybe to say goodnight, maybe to kiss his cheek—Jordan knew she could spin it a million different ways by sunrise. But what happened was their lips collided and for a heartbeat they both stilled. And then the kiss continued, gentle and hesitant and when his tongue touched hers for just an instant, she feared she’d come again.
    “Night, Jojo. I’m going to do the right thing and leave now. But maybe next time you’ll let me help you with that.”
    “With what?” she gasped.
    “What you did right before I came in here. What you did to yourself.”
    And then he was gone, shutting her door behind him, before she could even say goodnight in return.

Chapter Five
    Again she figured it’d be awkward. She could hear Gareth out there making noise while making breakfast. He’d taken the day off for their hike because it was rainy and chilly and gray—Jordan loved it. She loved rain more than sun and snow more than anything.
    She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and put a dot of pink cream blush on each cheek, one swipe of mascara on each eyes and some lip conditioner.
    “You’re so high maintenance,” she laughed at herself in the mirror. Then she pulled on jeans and some rubber boots that would keep her feet dry. A black plaid sweatshirt topped it all off.
    Now you don’t look sexy at all. Good girl.
    She could still feel his lips on hers, the tip of his tongue that somehow seemed hotter than anything she’d ever felt…the feel of his erection pressed to her thigh.
    Jordan blew out a sigh and pushed out into the dining room.
    “Digging the boots,” he said. “Orange rubber suits you.”
    “Good to know,” she snorted.
    “Hungry?” His eyes flashed at her, green and bright, and he looked like he’d slept well.
    “Very.” She was lying. The thought of eating anything turned her stomach. But the hike would take time and she knew it was nerves making her feel queasy.
    “You’re lying. How about a yogurt or just a piece of toast?”
    “You’re freaky,” she admitted. “I think you’re a witch.”
    “Nope. I’ve just known you forever.”
    Jordan’s father…
    How could that be true? How could it possibly be anything other than her father’s delusions triggered by pain and a dizzying cocktail of palliative medicine?
    Gareth dropped a small container of organic peach yogurt in front of her and a cup of black coffee. “Fixings are on the table.”
    Jordan dropped two teaspoons of brown sugar and cream in her coffee. Toast popped and Gareth buttered it liberally and sliced it on the diagonal. He added that to her placemat and pointed to her. “Eat.”
    She ate.
    “And I don’t know how it’s possible, I just know we have to look into it,” he said, plucking the worry from her mind.
    “We even look alike. I mean…seriously,” she said wearily.
    He shrugged and put sugar and cream in his own