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festering inside. The sisters were close, mostly from a shared hatred of their upbringing, though Katy had embraced Christianity more readily. Now that she was on her own, Shauna accepted her flawed upbringing and deemed herself a free spirit—believing nature ruled the world and that she was a beacon lighting the universe.
    Her parents now considered Shauna public enemy number one, and because of this hard consideration, Katy lied to them to spend time with her. This weekend’s cover was her friend Lisa McConnell. Katy was nosey, obnoxious and overly focused on the hotness of random dudes. All of that said, she was still her little sister, and Shauna loved her dearly.
    Once again, t heir parents had overstepped their bounds. Shauna understood parents wanting their children to be enlightened. She could even stretch her mind to understand their need for conformity, but she couldn’t fathom the things they did in the name of God .
    The sassier of the two sisters, Shauna was rebellious. Most of her childhood mornings began with prayer in a three by three foot closet for refusing to obey. After being told, hundreds of times, that you‘d burn in hell for disobeying, you start to believe it. Was it child abuse? She didn’t know. Not that it mattered now, she was an adult and on her own.
    Katy informed her that she was being pushed to join the convent to become a nun. Just when she thought her parents had reached the bottom, they did something that further proved their religious neuroses.
    A hunk of gorgeous guy approached the bar.
    Shauna perked up, smil ing as she shoved her cleavage out and batted fake lashes. “What can I get for you?”
    “You can relax , because I’m not a patron. I’m Quinn. Ash sent me out to finish your training.”
    She gave him a thorough once over. He was tall —like his brothers, but with a thicker, more muscular build in the chest and arms. His massive form reminded her of body builders on TV. Sexy . The blond locks were different, but his eyes were the same alarming shade of ice blue. What is it with those cool neon eyes?
    Their eyes were the exact same color but Ascher’s were different, somehow . Ambiguous warmth glowed from their beautiful depths. She’d noticed it earlier when he'd attempted to smile.
    Quinn was just as gorgeous , but in a way that frightened her. Of the three, Ascher and Gabe looked most alike—facial hair and height the only things differentiating the two. There was still something about Ascher. The image of his face flipped somersaults inside her head.
    What was it about him ?
    Plenty of guys had dark hair and blue eyes, but not that color blue. He was a jerk, but there was something else there, too. When he shook her hand before, his touch felt foreign, like a feather gliding across her skin. The sparks emanating along her body, from the contact, were electrifying.
    The sensation from his fingertips had jolted straight to her core. His eyes spoke to her, questioned her, radiating countless emotions directly into her. Just thinking about him affected her body—made her stomach flip, her pulse race, her mind wander over naughty thoughts. She knew she shouldn’t obsess over him, especially when he seemed so indifferent towards her.
    Sh auna couldn’t help it. She wanted to see him again.
    Quinn smirked and cleared his throat.
    “Sorry.” Her gaze drifted across the room. Ashamed, she avoided his inquisitive stare while steadying herself, in a more casual stance, against the bar. The last thing she needed was to fall flat on her face. “What happened to the other guy?” She opted to forgo the use of his name in the hopes of sounding detached.
    “My brother isn’t feeling well tonight.”
    “I don’t need help now,” she snapped, sounding as crabby as she felt. Quinn was only trying to help and wasn’t deserving of her ill temper. “I’m really sorry for being rude.”
    “Are you sure you don’t need me to show you anything ?”
    “No. This isn’t my