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“Not unless we hack Jane Larson’s account.”

Jane Larson must be the woman who looked like I’d slapped her across the mouth when I told her I didn’t want to be part of a video.

“We’re obviously not doing that,” I tell him.

“I know. The PR team thinks it could be bad. It’s your smile, apparently. You look like you approve of what she did.”

“That’s because I do,” I tell him. “People are too damn rude. Sophie put that woman in her place. She didn’t even break the phone.”

Tyrone sighs. “Like I said, it’s only got a few thousand views. We’ll have to see how it develops. In the meantime, you might want to talk to Sophie.”

“Warn her,” I say, nodding. “If it gets more views, she might be recognized.”

It’s the right thing to do. It’s theonlyoption, really, but there’s also the fact that it means seeing her again, being close to her. After I indulged last night, I’m not sure I can do that and still hold myself back. I’m not sure I can contain myself.

“I’ll head over there now,” I say, hanging up.

CHAPTER TEN

Sophie

“You’re doing great,” I tell Paul as he uses the pulleys to haul himself to a sitting position. He looks across the room at the TV, a cage fight playing.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, none of that usual cockiness and breeziness in his tone. Usually, he’s quick to smile and make light, but that’s after he’s done at least a couple hours of exercise ortaken his medicine, as he puts it.

“You’ll be swinging around here like a monkey soon,” I say.

He smiles at my effort with an effort of his own. “Thanks, Sophie. Really. Do you want to watch the fight with me?”

“I…”

He grins. “It’s okay. I know you’re not into this sort of thing.”

I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m just relieved this injury hasn’t done anything to your bloodlust.”

He chuckles. “Nothing could do that, sis.”

I leave him, going into my bedroom and sitting at the desk. I feel like I’ve betrayed Paul every time I speak to him. Kaleb is always in my mind, no matter what. The fantasies, the impossibilities… They only get worse when I’m with my brother.

The doorbell rings. The nurse isn’t here yet, so I walk through the house and open the door. My breath catches. It’s Kaleb, wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his forearms bulging, and his chest huge and hard—every girl’s fantasy come true. He’s got a deadly serious expression on his face, too.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Can I come in?”

I step aside. He walks past me, brushing close, teasing me with a bit of heat. I almost feel like leaving the door open, a defense of any silliness that might grip me. What would he do if I threw myself at him now?

“I’ll say hello to Paul first,” he says, striding toward the hallway.

First?Before what?

There’s nothing I can do except wait in the living room, wondering why he’s being so mysterious. He leaves me waiting for way too long. Twenty minutes of torturing myself as I listen to him and Paul laughing together from deeper into the house. Then, finally, he returns with no laughs, ultra-serious again.

“Have you seen it?” he asks.

“Seenwhat?”

He sits beside me on the couch, so close, so hot. I can feel heat radiating from him. A sudden flash bursts to vivid life in mythoughts—our bodies pressed nakedly together, how scorching that would be, the pleasure erupting.

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