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wet clothes in the laundry basket and check myself over one last time. It's gonna have ta do. Rushing back downstairs, I pause at the bottom, inhaling deeply, squaring my shoulders, and walking back in like a lady, smiling, “Everything alright? Can I get ya'll a drink or sumthin?”
    Now I can't tell them apart. Oh lord above! Which one's which?
    The one on the left smiles at me so cute you juss wanna kiss that sexy mouth, “Music would be nice. It's awful quiet in here.”
    That's Jo. He doesn't have the accent.
    “ Why doncha pick sumthin out?” Smiling, I walk to the stereo, opening the hardwood door and showing him where the CD's are. “It's all in here.”
    Pushing himself up off the couch, again it shocks me just what a long tall drink of lean this boy is. His hair is dark as thunder and his eyes sometimes look like they have lightning in them too. With him right up next ta me it's like looking up at the Statue of Liberty.
    Inclining his head at me, he gives me a wink as he stops on my right, “Thanks.”
    I look at Seithe, not knowing what ta say.
    “ We feel just awful that we've prevented you from going out. I think we should take our leave,” he says.
    Bonnie Rait starts singing about giving them something to talk about when Jo catches my hand.
    Before I have a chance to answer Seithe, Jo says ta me, “At least let me make it up to you with a dance?”
    Seithe stands, coming closer, the two of them standing like giants in my living room on either side of me, “Jo, the lady is home safe and sound. We don't need to be here.”
    “ If I'm keeping ya'll, I'm so sorry. That's the last thing I wanna do,” I quickly jump in, staring up from strong cut chin to chin, looking up at designer stubble and perfect straight noses.
    They're not hearing or seeing me, but Jo still has my hand in his and he's rubbing his thumb softly across my palm all the while, and it's burning right up my arm with delicious tingles.
    Jo lifts his other arm, palm up, showing off a bunch of incredible muscles when he indicates the door, “By all means Seithe, you're welcome to leave. I'll catch up with you later.”
    Oh no, I'm causing friction between them. “Really, ya'll don't have ta stay on account of me.”
    Jo looks down at me with that soft gentlemanly smile that just melts icebergs, “Would you like me to leave?”
    Hell no!
    “ I don't wanna keep ya is'all. If ya'll have sumplace ta be, then far be it from me ta be keepin' ya.”
    “ If it's not imposing I wouldn't mind another slice of pie,” Jo drawls so close to my ear I take a step back, my heart pounding, suddenly getting the message loud and clear.
    The hold on my hand stays loose, his thumb still tracing my heart line with mesmerizing tenderness, and I know it's improper but I don't want him ta let go either. His fingers lace tighter through mine but he keeps his challenging focus resolutely on his brother.
    I like the possessiveness of his hold. It's domineering in a very alpha way. As if he's protectin' me, keepin' me safe. It's a hold that says, this is my girl, back off. It's mighty fine.
    Seithe's molten stare flicks ta me and he says in that lyrical accent, “Sherry, please tell me you have something stronger than coffee in this house.”
    My knees are shaking, the muscle jumping nervously like it does when I'm cold. My name from his mouth is like listening ta an angel speaking in tongues. And I swear on my heart his eyes are glowing!
    “ I surely do,” I manage to mumble, pointing at the door, “There's vodka in the ice-box and bourbon in the cupboard above it.” I don't trust myself ta walk right now, even my voice is trembling. The second he stomps down the passage I look at Jo, “His eyes were glowin'!”
    Tugging me closer until we're shirt ta dress, he looks down from Mt Jowendrhan ta whisper in a gravelly dulcet voice, “He's an angel.”
    “ Get out! How'd he do that?”
    Staring down at me he smiles so wide, his eyes turning titanium and hot,