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slower to move away, each saying a giggly, breathless goodbye to my new stepbrother.
    “Are those public tennis courts?” He walked over to the end of the porch and watched them leave. No doubt getting one last look at the twitchy bitchy asses. They had more struts in their walk than a race car. But, as my mother said, they didn’t nearly have my jiggle.
    “No, they’re Horace’s.”
    He turned around and leaned back against the porch railing. It went all the way around the house. I had to admit I loved the porch on the house. When it rained, I’d sit at the back of the house and watch the waves crash against the shore. I’d never been to the beach before this trip. A single mom had little money left over for luxury vacations.
    “Horace? Why don’t you call him Dad?”
    “Because he’s not.” I shrugged my shoulder, wincing a little at the pull. I was already sporting a slight redness from yesterday’s hours of torture on the beach. Torture because it was hot and I’d been in a bathing suit. I wasn’t ashamed of my curves, but what woman wanted to be next to women who clearly had better figures? No one did.
    “Why are those schmucks still using the tennis courts if you’re not with them?”
    I gave another shrug of my shoulder. “Because they can.”
    “Hmm. That’s not really a good reason to do some things, Sis.”
    “Look, it’s hot out here, why don’t we go inside?”
    “You brave enough to invite the big, bad wolf inside, little red?”
    “My hair is not red.”
    “No, but your face turns a very cute shade every time you’re embarrassed. Which is a lot.” He moved away from the railing and picked up the backpack he’d deposited on a wicker chair. “Lead the way.”

CHAPTER TWO
     
    CAGE
    I had to say I was not disappointed when my new sister—stepsister—turned on her heel and flounced inside. I never thought I’d use the word flounce, but there you were. I’d been doing a lot of things I hadn’t thought I’d be doing these last couple of weeks. Like getting ready for my big fight with Saul and hopping a bus to the Hamptons—a place I never thought I would be.
    I shuddered at the snootiness that seemed to wash over me.
    The inside of the house didn’t disappoint. It was as richly appointed as the outside. Everything had a light and airy feel as appropriate for a house on the beach. If it wasn’t for the size of the furniture I’d feel as out of place as a bull in a china shop. The couches and chairs looked like they’d have no trouble holding a man of my size.
    “Would you like some lemonade or iced tea?”
    Abby had placed her tennis racket in the hall closet. From the looks of things, everything had a place and it was expected that everything stay perfectly in its place. Where the hell did that leave me? Because I was damn sure my long lost father didn’t have a place for a son sporting tats and who fought for a living. I mentally shrugged my shoulders. Sleeping on the beach wouldn’t be that bad this time of year. I’d slept in worse places.
    If I had the habit of spending the night in a woman’s bed after I fucked her, I was pretty sure the brunette who had draped herself over me a minute ago would give me a place to lay my head. And my dick. But I didn’t do overnighters.
    Conquer, fuck, and leave. That was my motto.
    I watched as Abby pulled at the hem of her shirt. It had ridden up as she’d stretched to put away the racket, but not enough to reveal anything. For a second, I wondered how the white strip of skin between her navel and pussy would taste. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? I wanted to know how her sweet pussy tasted.
    “You got any rum to go in that tea?” I’d thought I’d get another stuttering response and was surprised when she answered me.
    “Your father has a wet bar in the basement. I can go get you some if you want.”
    “He doesn’t lock it?”
    “No. He’s never had a reason to.” Her tone suggested that he might have a reason now. The