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darkened even more. Her breasts! Cheeks flaming at the realization that she’d done nothing about her exposure, she covered her traitorous breasts with her arms.
    His focal points now partially covered, he came out of his stupor. “Oh shit! Shelby!”
    He looked in a panic from her to the door, and then back at her. He started to pull the sheet from around his body and she was sure he intended to cover her up with it.
    She held out a hand to stop him. “No! No, you idiot!” she yelped, sobs immediately quieting. She couldn’t let him remove that sheet and stand there in all his male glory. A voice in her suffering head told her she was nuts to refuse such an opportunity. Another voice taunted her that she’d just recently convinced herself that she was lesbian.
    She latched onto that twisted reasoning in desperation and blurted out, “A man’s naked body does not affect me! Not at all!”
    “Oh, honey, it sure as hell does.” His gaze zeroed in on her one uncovered breast. “Those rosy nipples have…”
    Her face flamed even more as his comment faded away. “Stop it! Focus! Your sister.”
    He scowled and tightened the sheet back around him. He spotted his shirt tossed on the floor, went to pick it up, and threw it at her. “Put this on. I’ve got to go let Shelby in before she beats the damn door down.”
    His hand on the chain lock, he faced her again. “Lady, you’re completely crazy thinking you’re a woman lover. But I don’t have the time to prove that to you right now.”
    Valentine stiffened at his comment. “Nothing you could do…“ She slammed her mouth shut, sensing she was lying. She had felt warmth pooling low in her body at her first glimpse of his nakedness. She had felt moisture beading between her legs.
    A spark of something sexy, something challenging flitted in his eyes. “Darlin’, you’re so wrong.” Just to annoy her, she was sure, he glanced down at his erection pushing the sheet out.
    Now her heart raced and her knees weakened. Darn him!
    “Sam! Let. Me. In. Right. Now!” Shelby demanded.
    He undid the lock and Valentine concentrated on buttoning Sam’s shirt with trembling fingers. She inhaled and drew in his scent, which only made her situation worse. There wasn’t an inch of her body that hadn’t started screaming for his body to touch hers. Any way, anywhere. Darn that cowboy! No! No, she was just confused . He confused her. She nearly twisted a button off the shirt in her distress.
    Shelby shoved past Sam and spotted Valentine on the open sofabed. “What has my brother done?” She made a beeline across the room. “I warned him not to touch you.”
    She turned to glare murderously at her brother. “You should be ashamed of yourself. She was drunk, you knew that. But you couldn’t control your damn dick, could you? You took advantage of—”
    “He didn’t, “Valentine protested in interruption. Then she thought about her missing bikini top and the fuzziness in her brain. “At least I don’t think he did.”
    “Of course I didn’t!” Sam stormed across the room, towered over both women, and looked thoroughly pissed at his sister. “I did not take advantage of your precious Dr. Hart!”
    Shelby appeared appeased by his blunt denial. “Well, okay.”
    Valentine knew she should feel the same way, but, oddly enough, she felt irritated. Focused on Sam, she snapped, “Did you have to make it sound like I’m so completely unappealing?”
    She lowered her head into her hands, rubbed at her throbbing brow, and wished she could simply melt away into nothingness. She was clearly suffering from the open-mouth-insert-foot disease.
    Sam blew out a breath of an obviously frustrated man. “Where do you get this stuff? Lesbian, hardly. Unappealing, wrong. You’re so damn appealing that you’re killing me here.” He pulled the sheet tighter around him, clearly irritated that they could both see his obvious arousal.
    His sister didn’t need to see this side of him.