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brother’s carefully crafted persona. I stepped into the lobby and went to the nearest elevator. He lived on the highest floor. Maybe what it lacked in outward charm it made up for with a decent view?
     
    “Clarice.” He said my name the way he always had. It rolled off his tongue, like a caress.
     
    He looked the same—thick, sandy hair, that sardonic smirk that always threatened to break into a grin, big, gorgeous brown eyes underneath cocked eyebrows. He was wearing just jeans, no shirt, and the sight of that much flesh made me even hotter under my habit. My stepbrother had been working out. His biceps were thick, his chest broad, and when my gaze skipped down his front, I saw a ridged mountain range on his belly.
     
    “Miles.” I put my arms out and he pulled me into his, a great, big bear hug as he shut the door behind me. My bare cheek brushed against the skin of his shoulder and I breathed in his scent—clean and fresh.
     
    “It’s been so long.” His lips brushed my cheek as he took hold of my shoulders to hold me out so he could see me. “Look at you. What a beauty. Love those bangs. They let you keep any more of that hair under there?”
     
    I flushed and laughed. “Actually I’m growing it out. Locks of Love—they take donations and make wigs for sick children.”
     
    It was true, I had grown it out twice already to donate to charity. But, what I wasn’t willing to admit to him or anyone, was that my hair was my one big vanity. Long, thick and blonde, it came almost to the middle of my back now. Miles complimenting my hair had made me feel warm all the way to my toes.
     
    “Well come on in.” He took my overnight bag, setting it aside and swinging my hand as he led me into his spacious loft apartment. “What do you think? I know it doesn’t look much from the outside, but up here…”
     
    “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, squeezing his hand as I looked up at the skylights. The floor plan was wide open, with a giant wrap-around sofa and fireplace its focal point. Even the kitchen was open, with an island in the middle. I made my way to the windows, drawn to the light, and gasped. “You can see the whole city from up here.”
     
    “Want a drink?” he offered. “I’ve got bottled water, Coke, beer, wine… you can drink, right?”
     
    “Yes.” I nodded, glancing at him, seeing that perpetual smirk playing on his lips. “By the way, it's Sister Sarah now.”
     
    “I know.” He squeezed my hand. “But you’ll always be my Clarice.”
     
    “Can I sit down?” I swallowed, glancing around at all the options—sofas, chairs, cushions.
     
    “Sure, come on.” Miles pointed to the couch and I sank gratefully into it. He sat beside me, not too far away, angled in my direction. That smirk was still there, but his eyes were more serious. Even concerned. “Was the bus awful?”
     
    “It wasn’t bad.” I shook my head. Truth was, I barely remembered it. My mind had been… wandering. “Maybe I will take that drink?”
     
    “Sure. Wine?” He got up at my assent, heading toward the kitchen. Surrounded by burnished aluminum and black steel, his kitchen epitomized modern chic design. I could watch him from my angle on the couch as he bent to get the wine bottle from his fridge.
     
    And God help me, I actually admired his ass in those jeans. Firm as Michelangelo's David.
     
    It was a sinful thought and I surreptitiously crossed myself, knowing it was even more depraved because Miles was my stepbrother. If I was making a full confession, unclean thoughts and perverse yearnings of the flesh weren’t a new occurrence for me.
     
    “What is it you do again?” I asked to distract both of us as he poured wine.
     
    “Executive consultant.”
     
    “And what’s that?”
     
    “I feed the bigwigs a bunch of bullshit,” he snorted, carrying a wine glass and a bottle of beer into the living room. “Oops, sorry.”
     
    “It's all right.” I waved the profanity away and