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must.”
    No, he definitely hadn’t been told anything of the sort.
“You’re kidding me.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “She really didn’t tell you that part?”
    “No. She really didn’t.” An odd kind of excitement filled
him as they stood looking at one another, both of them still as the weather
raged above them. Did the flippant way she’d just explained the party rules
mean she would have gone through with it? The idea caused a stirring in his
cock despite his cold, clinging clothes.
    Bree moved first, pushing her arm through the sleeve on her
own and taking the flashlight from him. “I’m assuming you know how to find your
way around yourself well enough to change without this.” She walked to the
other side of the curtains and took them in her hands. “I’ll wait out here
while you change,” she said, and pulled them closed.
    She pointed the beam at the heavy curtain anyway, giving him
enough light to see as he unbuttoned his shirt. Cold, wet clothes or not, the
effect of what she’d just told him had done the trick. He left his boxer briefs
on, thankful they weren’t quite as damp as the rest of his clothes as he needed
them to restrain what was now a full erection.
    Cooper tried to think unpleasant thoughts as he pulled on
her brother’s clothes, but it wasn’t helping. The bed, the storm and the luscious
little woman on the other side of the curtain were fueling some serious
fantasies about how they could spend the time waiting for the weather to clear.
Even the fact that she had seemed horrified to see him when he first arrived
was doing nothing to help ease the growing ache in his balls.
    Surviving however long it was going to take for the storm to
pass was surely going to prove to be a whole new kind of hell.

Chapter Two
     
    Bree didn’t realize just how short Dillon was, or how tall
Cooper was for that matter, until she opened the curtain and saw him wearing
what were basically her brother’s pajamas. The hem of the black sweatpants
bunched up around Dillon’s feet, but they barely covered Cooper’s ankles. The
white t-shirt hung long on Cooper, but not nearly as long as it did on her
brother.
    She took the collapsible air-drying rack from under the
stairs and set it up.
    “Feel better?” she asked, holding out her hand for his wet
clothes.
    “Yes, thank you,” he answered, his voice strange. He shook
out his shirt and hung it on an empty rung after she did the same with his
pants. “So, what do you do when you’re home by yourself on a night like this?”
    She was thankful the flashlight was shining more on him than
her when a flush rose in her cheeks. She cleared her throat and went to sit on
the bed.
    “If I know a storm is coming, I usually go to my parents’
house.” She supposed there was no harm in telling him that much.
    He sat with his back against the wall and crossed his legs.
He had good feet to match his good hands. His hair was drying flat and Bree had
to fight the temptation to fix it for him.
    “Any reason you’re so afraid of them, or is it just one of
those things?”
    “My mother and I were in a bad accident during a storm when
I was eight,” she told him.
    For as much as she’d been stunned and angry with Petra when
she found him standing on the other side of her door earlier, she couldn’t deny
his presence was a welcome, albeit annoying, distraction.
    “I don’t remember any of it. Not why we were driving around
in such bad weather, or the accident itself.” She mimicked his pose and folded
her legs. “Mom says the rain was so heavy she could hardly see the road in
front of her, even though it was the middle of the day. A semi going way too
fast without its lights on crossed the center line. It clipped the front of the
car and we were spun around. The car hopped the curb and hit a tree in
someone’s front yard, pushing the front tire so far into the driver’s space
that it crushed the lower half of Mom’s left leg.”
    She’d propped the flashlights