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smoothed down my tight, red knee-length skirt, both of us assessing our reflections in the mirrored panelling of the elevator cart. “Luck? I won’t need it.”
    “Actually, I agree. I don’t think you will.”
    I shrugged playfully.
    “Em, play safe,” she warned.
    I gave her a wry smile. “I always do, hon.”
    “I’m serious. Those boys are competitive at the best of times. Take it easy on them, okay?”
    Oh, Cori, you sweet little pudding. She really was adorable, but I didn’t take it easy on anyone, and she knew that. Life was too short to take shit easy. It was saying no when you should say yes, and saying yes when you should say fuck you. Easy was waving a white flag, and I preferred to wave a red one. I’d been through enough in my life already to want to take the easy road.
    The ding of the elevator sounded and the doors of the cart opened. We both stepped out, the clicking of our heels echoing as we walked toward the restaurant and bar. “I’m only here for a week, Cor. Come on, what’s the worst that can happen?”
    “Seriously?” she asked with a laugh, linking her arm with mine. “All-out war. That’s what.”
    I giggled at her exaggeration, but then a tingle of excitement waved through my body when I spotted Brad in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a black tight-fitting tank top. His hair was tied back in a short bun, and he was leaning against the bar and talking to a younger-looking blond guy. Fla fla fl … fff. Fuck! My God he looked hot, hot with an edge of danger and a tinge of come-play-with-my-vagina. Hot with a capital H and … what are the other letters of that word again? Fuck it, who cares?
    Swallowing, I straightened my shoulders and readied myself for a night of flirtatious fun when Cori steered me in the opposite direction. “Wha … where are we goi—”
    “Em, you look … shit, you look great!” a man’s voice said, the sexy tone reeling my attention away from Brad.
    I turned my head to find … Brad, standing before me. Whaa? Oh, crap! That wasn’t Brad at the bar. That was Noah. Shit!
    “H … h … hi. Thanks. You look great, too,” I stuttered, still dazed by my ‘double vision’.
    Unlike his brother, who epitomised dark and dangerous, Brad channeled sexy-casual sprinkled with heated mischief. His light-wash jeans sat low on his hips and were tight enough to enunciate his strong legs and toned arse, and the material of his white T-shirt clung to every bump and groove that were his arms, chest and torso. My eyes lingered for a moment before I quickly willed them to climb back up his body to his blond shoulder-length hair, which was scruffy yet strangely neat. And his skin … holy fuck! It glowed a gorgeous sun-kissed bronze, even in the dimmed lights of the hotel restaurant.
    “Hungry?” he asked, his voice low.
    I met his stare and nodded. “Yes. Very. And you?”
    “I’m so hungry I could eat you.”
    Cori choked on the drink Josh had given her, and I couldn’t do much else but laugh. “Well … bon appetite. I don’t mind the odd biter or two.” I nudged him playfully and accepted the beer he handed me.
    He chinked the rim of my bottle with his own. “I’ll remember that.”
    “I hope you do,” I said invitingly, bringing the bottle to my lips.
    Our eyes locked on one another’s, glistening excitedly as I entertained that tantalizing thought, until Brad broke our gaze and nodded to my beer. “I hope you like b—”
    “Holding out on me, you have been,” Noah interrupted, his eyes on me, his tattooed arm now draped over Brad’s shoulder.
    Brad rolled his eyes. “Nope, not at all, little brother.”
    “Really? Well then who do we have here?”
    I immediately stuck my hand out for Noah, palm faced down … it was only fair. “I’m Em, Cori’s best friend.”
    “Nice to meet you, Em. I’m Noah.” He leaned forward, took my hand, and kissed the top of it.
    My skin tingled in response. “Nice to meet you, too. Soooo …” I drawled, a