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Trudy watched Jefferson glance over her shoulder, as if expecting someone else, before his gaze returned to hers. “Thanks for cleaning up the mess I made in here. How was your flight?”
    “How was yours?” Trudy returned wryly, gathering the garbage bag full of lamp pieces and food containers, tying it and setting it by the door before sitting on the edge of his bed. “From Margery’s phone call this morning, I hear you managed to soar ten feet above your dirt bike before you fell and broke that leg. Sounds impressive.”
    And not like her brother at all. Oh the jump sounded like something he’d done a million times—it was the falling she was suspicious of. Jefferson never missed a shot he aimed for, never met a horse he couldn’t tame and never fell. Not since he was a long-limbed preteen. His agility only made him that much more reckless. And usually unbearably cocky.
    She pushed her wet, clean curls out of her face and sat down on the bed beside him. “How?”
    He shrugged his bare shoulder and shifted the sheet on his lap. “It happens, Trudy. Nobody’s perfect. You’ve told me that a million times. Eventually everybody falls. I wouldn’t seem human if I didn’t.”
    “Uh-huh.” Everybody. Not Jefferson. He wouldn’t seem human… She’d had enough talks with Caroline about what happened behind the scenes in the entertainment industry to know the people auditioning her brother had no doubt suggested he shouldn’t be so…perfect. Perfect was bad for reality television. People watched the train wrecks far more than they watched the heroes.
    Jefferson glanced at the door again and Trudy pursed her lips. Speaking of potential train wrecks…“Looking for someone?”
    She studied her brother’s flushed face, marveling as she always did at his good looks. Jefferson had won the gene pool lottery—the darker skin and thick, wavy hair of their mother, the clear, almost ice green eyes—so much lighter than Caroline’s they were startling—and height of their father. The bastard even had a set of deep, irresistible dimples when he smiled. She always thought he looked like a movie star, but she never imagined he’d actually audition for a show in Hollywood.
    He smiled adorably in her direction, dimples on parade. “Your friend. I’m worried I might have embarrassed her while you were in the shower.”
    Trudy groaned. “What did you do?”
    “I dropped my phone and it slid across the floor. I was reaching for it when I broke the other lamp. I think she heard me swearing, because she came in right when I’d managed to get up on my good leg to reach for it.” When Trudy continued to look at him blankly, his smile deepened. “I was naked.”
    Trudy smirked. “Caroline has seen her share of naked bodies, Jefferson. Not to insult you or anything but…”
    Jefferson didn’t look insulted. He looked proud. “She’s never seen mine. I think she was impressed. Maybe that’s why she didn’t stick around to help sweep up the glass after she helped me back into the bed.”
    “Shameless.” She laughed and shook her head, standing up when she heard the water stop in the hallway bathroom. “You haven’t changed at all have you, hon? This time, though, I think you’ve met your Waterloo. Caroline isn’t like any woman you’re used to. Trust me. I’ve seen more experienced Romeos than you crash and burn. You wouldn’t even make her list.”
    “List?” Jefferson narrowed his green eyes and Trudy swore silently. She shouldn’t have said anything. She knew how competitive he was. But maybe this was good. He needed a little cold water splashed on his over confident ass.
    She held up her fingers and counted. “You’re thirty-four. She doesn’t date men over ten years younger than she is. Not even by a month. You have no tattoos. And before you ask, yes, it’s a thing for her. You aren’t from California, and she doesn’t do long distance. There’s more but you get the idea.”
    And as far as