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out a hand and pointed to his apartment.
    She followed the movement with her eyes, but soon brought her attention back to him. “Yes?” she repeated.
    Now what? Asking her about Teddy at once seemed beyond idiotic, but on the other hand, he’d never be able to sleep, much less live with himself, if he didn’t ask.
    “I’m sorry, but I was wondering… Oh wait. Are you okay now? You were a little out of it earlier.”
    Her brow knotted. “Earlier?”
    “Yeah, when I brought you home.” The way she straightened to her full height, barely tall enough to make it past his shoulder, made him wonder a little bit more about the nature of her illness. She acted as if she didn’t remember. “You’re okay, right?” After her tentative nod, he continued. “Anyway, you said ‘I’m not your teddy bear’. Do you remember that?”
    Haunting hazel eyes studied him as if he was the crazy one, as he’d predicted. “I’m sorry—Jason was it? I’m sorry, but it’s getting late. Did you need something?”
    “Listen, I know you don’t know me or anything, but do you mind if I come in? Or could you come out here?” He took a step back. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.
    When you said that earlier, you reminded me of someone. Not just anyone, really. My brother.”
    Her hand pulled at the lapel of a satin robe starting to gape. Not before he caught a teasing glimpse of the swell of her breast. For some crazy reason, his mouth went a little dry at the sudden image of her standing naked before him. Of the idea that she stood there in the nude as they talked. There was something so incredibly kinky and simple at the same time about that.
    He forced himself to focus on something other than a neglected libido and instead on how she’d managed to turn his world upside down with a single statement.
    At once her expression grew hard, wiping away any lurid thoughts he might have.
    The door closed in a sudden move, the snick of the chain being released amplifying a few seconds later. Her expression softened by the time she opened the door, but there was fatigue etched deep into her face.
    “Come in,” she said. “Tell me about your dead brother.” 17

    Dee Carney

Chapter Two
    Her body ached, the scent of Him still lingering on her skin as she escorted Jason into the living room. Awakening to insistent knocking on her front door had been a shock to the system. She barely had time to clean up a little before she rushed to answer it.
    To her surprise she cracked the door to find herself gazing into the dark-brown eyes of her very sexy neighbor.
    Jason, huh? Surprising that she’d forgotten his name after he’d introduced himself back when. He looked like a Jason. Probably played sports in high school and college.
    Maybe even made it all the way to semipro before deciding to focus on academics and a future. Still went to the gym a few nights a week to maintain a trim body. He was tall, probably around six feet or so. Once she’d spied him in shorts, dripping sweat down the tanned skin of his bare, broad chest. Must have just come from playing some sort of sport where he was probably team captain, barking orders at other scantily dressed, testosterone-filled men. Even the memory made her want to lick her lips. He’d been utterly delicious that day. The pretty blonde always attached to his arm rounded out the picture, unfortunately.
    Despite the weight of the robe’s soft fabric, standing beneath his scrutiny she felt unclothed. Her skin tingled from where He’d spent the past couple of hours caressing her, between her legs still pulsing from being thoroughly used. Walking without a twist in her step took extra concentration.
    Worse, in the presence of a real man, an attractive man, she felt dirty.
    She lowered herself into a wing chair and tucked her legs beneath her. Static rolled off Jason, his gaze darting around the room in surreptitious peeks at her decor. Still, his attention returned again and again to Sabrina. He