Page 3 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

I braced myself against the door and nodded. “Seems that way.”

“I’m getting over the shock.” Warren’s smooth voice sounded from right behind me. “And I’m not all that mad about it.”

A shiver went down my spine at the feeling of his body heat so close to me. Stepping back into the room, I hurried to the end of the bed, where my purse was, and glanced back at him. Still naked. “There was a woman with a cat, and I guess that’s what happened. I’ll go.”

“A cat?”

I cast one last long look at the view from the suite and shook my head. “Never mind. I’m going. This was not how I planned on starting this trip. I’m so sorry to interrupt.”

I groaned to myself when I realized I’d just apologized for interrupting his jacking off. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I grabbed my purse and tried backing away without looking back at Warren. It wasn’t easy. He was beautiful. They’d always been beautiful, though. There’d always been something about them that made my blood heat up just a little bit too much.

“It’s good to see you, Cupcake. You look good.”

I frowned. “Thanks. Good to see you, too, I guess.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

My head snapped around to face him before I could think twice. “What?”

His crooked grin was so damn charming. It always had been. It was the defining thing about him that made it so clear that he was Warren and not his brothers. “Stay.”

A tingle went through my body as I stared into his face. He was older; his face was broader and stronger. There was a shadow of a beard across it, and those bright blue eyes weren’t as mean as I remembered them in my head. They were softer, sensual with thick black lashes that I could practically feel brushing across my skin. I repeated that same one-word question. “What?”

Warren smiled. “Stay, Cupcake.”

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