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the griddle. Suddenly, she was nervous. She wasn’t used to coming home and finding a grown man under her roof. Hell, even if she went out for a night of partying, she never brought them here, to her place. On the other hand, the only time she’d had a man do what he did now had been with him. Anger swept in low and fast as she recalled having to leave their apartment.
    Dale looked all kinds of comfortable there. His powerful arms were covered by a dark mock turtleneck that was tucked into his jeans. Black boots were pressed up against the stove. He turned his head and pinned his gaze on her, and her belly clenched, moisture slamming into her core as quickly as if he’d touched her naked body.
    Shit. I don’t need to be horny around him. Especially being this tired. His blondish-brown hair hung to his shoulders and there existed this insane urge to brush it away from his face.
    “How was your night?”
    That voice—crap on a cracker—was going to give her orgasms in her dreams. It used to and didn’t seem to be something that was changing. “Long.” Her own sounded like a croaking frog.
    “Looks that way.”
    “Are you eating with us, Auntie?”
    Tearing her gaze from the walking sex ad, Allie turned her attention to her nephew and sighed. He’d dressed similarly to Dale. The quirk of his kissable lips told her he knew she just discovered that.
    “Yes, just let me clean up a bit.”
    Moving through the kitchen, she noticed the blankets were still folded up at the end of the sofa. Doesn’t mean he didn’t sleep there. She entered her room and instantly knew he’d slept in here. To look at the room, nothing gave it away but there was a feeling in here. Surrounding her with a warmth she wasn’t used to having. Not since you two shared a bed before, that is.
    She closed the door and began stripping off her uniform. Her body protested each movement, and she stared longingly at the bed. Clad in her bra and panties, she made her way to the double bed and drew back the blankets to expose the pillow. Bending, she inhaled on the pillow, his masculine scent moved through her, tingling places which had been left unattended far too long.
    “Get a grip, Allie,” she said, remaking the bed. “We have nothing between us. At all.”
    With everything she needed for a shower, she stepped from her room and walked to the bathroom where she took a quick and much appreciated one. The steam surrounded her, and she leaned against the counter, eyes closed, and just tried to find some energy to stay awake.
    Wiping a hand across the fogged mirror, she stared at her reflection. A small laugh poured from her lips before she returned to toweling off her hair. Dressed, she departed and ambled up the carpeted area to the living room then the kitchen.
    Dale watched her enter, his eyes like a brand as they moved along her skin. She broke the connection and looked away, tucking some wet hair behind her ear.
    “How were you, Tyler?” she asked as she moved to kiss his cheek.
    “Good.”
    Turning to Dale for confirmation, she was pleased to see him nod.
    “Sit down, Allie,” he said. “I’ll fix you a plate.”
    Moments later, he set one before her and one before Tyler. Pancakes, eggs, and turkey bacon. She ogled him as he poured more on the griddle. How did one person manage to look so damn good? And why hadn’t she noticed him before? If he’d moved in over there, why hadn’t she run into him before?
    “Don’t wait for me,” he ordered. “Eat while it’s hot.”
    Tyler took the man at his word and dug in. She’d just poured syrup on her stack of three when he joined them at the table, his own plate piled high.
    “Thank you so much for last night.”
    His brown eyes twinkled as he met her gaze. He ate a bite of the crispy bacon and sent her a wicked grin. “First time I’ve heard that for not doing anything physical.”
    She flushed and jerked her attention to Tyler who was lost in a world of eating. There was such a double