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Those were good times.
    “Wax techs, huh?” Andrew raised his eyebrows comically when he said that. “So tell me, do you partake of your own…spa services?”
    He’d lowered his voice again and her female parts quivered. Her nipples hardened, her pussy got damp, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips. Chloe didn’t think. The words just rolled right out of her mouth.
    “Guess you’re going to have to find that out for yourself, aren’t you?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Thank God I’m sitting down with my chair pulled up to the table.
    Grant Jessop knew if he hadn’t been, everyone in the whole damn restaurant would be able to see his hard-on.
    He wasn’t some pimple-faced young boy waiting to score his first home run, for God’s sake. This sure as hell wasn’t his first time at bat, either. You’d never know it judging by the way my cock reacts to the hot little honey sitting across the table.
    He had to work at keeping the expression on his face as unaffected as possible at the same time his brain decided to make an important announcement to the rest of his body.
    Chloe Rhodes isn’t my first woman, but she’s the first woman who matters. And, hell’s bells, she’s going to be my last.
    From here on out, she would be the only woman.
    He’d known this was going to happen the first time he laid eyes on her. He’d been fighting it ever since and now—hell, now he couldn’t even think of one good reason why he had been fighting it.
    One look at the way Andrew’s eyes glazed over told him all he needed to know about the state of his brother’s libido.
    Usually his brother was quick with a comeback and smooth with a line. Something about Chloe Rhodes had rendered poor Andy speechless.
    “We accept.” Grant kept his gaze locked with hers, so he saw the flare of heat those two words caused. His peripheral vision, always acute, caught the way Chloe’s nipples hardened and damned if he couldn’t actually smell her arousal as she no doubt just dampened her panties.
    Something profound passed between him and his brother in that moment. Always before, as they’d danced their way through the sowing of their wild oats, Grant had been content to sit back and let his brother lead the way. No longer. With those two words just spoken he finally claimed the role of alpha that he’d been resisting—in the male-female tango—all his life.
    “’Bout damn time,” Andrew mumbled. Then his brother reached out and stroked his hand down Chloe’s back. Their woman shivered, but she kept her attention focused on him which told him that she’d somehow sensed, when other women hadn’t, who, between him and his brother, was the Jessop in charge, and who the head of their little family was going to be.
    Our woman .
    He heard the door between the kitchen and dining room swing open and sat back, releasing Chloe from the intensity of his stare. He gave her a small smile, pleased when that simple gesture seemed to help her to relax a little.
    “Here you go, gentlemen.” Emily Anne set their Cokes on the table. She also deposited their utensils, a bottle of ketchup, and a small dish of mayo for Andrew. Then she grinned, and headed back to the kitchen.
    His brother liked to dip his fries in the white creamy condiment, a taste that Grant had never acquired.
    “Breathe, baby.” Andrew ran his hand up and down Chloe’s back. She exhaled heavily and shook her head.
    “The two of you are pretty damn potent. There really ought to be a law against that.” She turned her attention back to her salad. He wasn’t certain if it was tension between them that put that worried look on her face, or the prospect of eating the unappealingly naked greens before her.
    Grant chuckled. “You flatter us, sweetheart. The truth is, the only woman who’s ever claimed we were potent, is you.”
    “Malarkey.”
    Andrew grinned. “Damn, she’s cute, isn’t she, brother?”
    “She is indeed.” Grant saw the fire sparking in her eyes and nearly