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     living with.
    “We’re not related to the bastard,” he said with a grunt.
    “Aren’t you?” she questioned him lightly. “You could have fooled me. You, Elijah,
     and Brogan play a good game, Jed, but I’m starting to wonder if you’re not brothers
     or something. The three of you are definitely cut from the same cloth.”
    “Meaning?” Now, wasn’t that tone just slightly arrogant?
    “Dominant, domineering, stubborn, intractable, opinionated—shall I go on?”
    “Hell,” he muttered, though she caught the slight vein of amusement in his tone. “I
     was just hoping for a little sex, Piper, not a complete assassination of my character
     here.”
    “Phone sex? Why, Jed, I’m a good girl,” she exclaimed as though scandalized. “I can’t
     believe you’d call me for such a thing.” Her voice dropped. Piper let it become breathy
     as she allowed herself to remember his kiss, his touch. “It’s none of your business
     if I’m lying here playing with just the most amazing little toy.”
    “Huh?”
    His surprised little exclamation had satisfaction curling her lips.
    “Shame on you, Jedediah Booker,” she chastised him, barely holding back her laughter.
     “My momma would be heartbroken to know what a dirty dog you are. Just simply heartbroken.”
    “What kind of toy?” The growl in his voice had her stomach tightening. “Come on, Piper;
     just tell me what it is. What are you doing with it?”
    The wicked, sensual, sexual pitch of his voice made her wish she
were
playing with a toy.
    “Why, that’s just none of your business, Mr. Booker,” she informed him with all the
     sweet Southern-belle charm she could inject into her tone. “I guess you’ll just have
     to find some other way of satisfying your curiosity.”
    “I can pick the lock on your door,” he told her then. “I’ll steal the damned thing.”
    “Even if it’s you I’m thinking of when I use it?”
    She disconnected the call.
    Tightening her thighs as her clit pulsed in time with the throb of need in her vagina,
     Piper covered her face and fought back the highly unwise action of answering the phone
     again as it buzzed repeatedly.
    This was dangerous.
    Jed was far too dangerous.
    She might be as bold and just as damned adventurous as any Mackay, but Piper liked
     to think that unlike her older sister, she also had enough common sense to keep from
     jumping into the fire.
    Nope, the frying pan suited her just fine.
    Pulling in a deep breath, she finished packing the suitcase and garment bag she’d
     chosen to take to New York with her.
    She would catch the train in Louisville, and once she got to New York City she’d rent
     a car.
    She didn’t much care for driving in Manhattan, but sometimes a girl just had to do
     what a girl had to do. If she dared to rent a car in Somerset or in Louisville, then
     the chances were far too great that Dawg would find out. He had too many friends in
     far too many places. And she knew firsthand that he was on a first-name basis with
     every reputable car-rental agency in a five-county radius.
    That meant just getting to New York City without her brother or her family learning
     she’d left would be chancy enough.
    Luckily, there was one friend she could depend on.
    She couldn’t tell her mother, her sisters, Tim, her brother or cousins, or her nearby
     friends or neighbors—she sighed at the thought of it—but she’d managed to make a few
     friends among the tourists who traveled through Somerset each summer and stopped at
     the small boutique her designs sold in. Once they sold, it wasn’t unusual for the
     buyers to contact her, interested in other unique wardrobe items. From those buyers,
     she had made several friends.
    Those tourists didn’t live in Kentucky, and they had no idea how powerful her brother
     thought he was. A quick call to one of them, Amy Seavers, had resulted in a fake ID
     and a train ticket, as well as a ride to the train station.
    She was