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That
better not happen every time he saw her. It was bloody embarrassing. How old
was he anyway?
    Laura
walked over to them and sat down opposite, a pleasant smile on her pretty face.
    “Hi again.” She nodded at him, her green
eyes showing a confidence he didn’t usually see in a woman.
    He
nodded back. “Hey.”
    Tyler
sat forward in his chair. “How was the rest of your shift?”
    Laura
picked up her menu and flicked her eyes over the list. “Pretty relaxed thanks.
What’s good here?”
    She
looked up and Brandon’s heart did another massive thump against his chest. His
belly roiled with the feeling. He reached for his glass of water and chugged
some down. This reaction he had to her was just plain strange.
    “Anything, really. Their chicken foccacia is good.”
      Brandon frowned at his brother’s high-pitched
tone. What the hell was wrong with Tyler’s voice?
    Probably the same thing that’s
wrong with your heart.
    The
waitress turned up and Brandon cleared his throat, lounging back against the
leather seat.
    “What
can I get you guys?”
    Laura
hummed and pointed to something on the menu. The woman smiled and nodded, then
took their orders.
    Wonder what she asked for.
    Then,
out of nowhere, she fixed him with a look that could only be called a glare.
    “What?”
    Her
eyebrows lifted slightly from their downward arching and her mouth pulled into
an even grimmer line.
    “Aren’t
you going to ask about Belle? Or did you call her already?”
    Brandon
coughed, and covered his mouth to hide the smile. She was kidding, right?
    “No,
I haven’t. How was she this morning?” Like he cared.
    Pain
spread through his foot as Tyler stamped down on his boot. He tried not to
grimace and pulled his leg hard, Tyler’s foot and the subsequent pain
disappearing.
    “She’s hungover but at the college enrollment I’ve been
pushing her toward all year.”
    Brandon
hummed and shrugged, winking at the cute little waitress as she set their food
on the table.
    “You’ve
been pushing her? Are your parents not around anymore?” Tyler asked as Brandon
slurped some sauce on his chips and crunched down on one.
    Laura
shrugged and picked up her fork, skewering the stupid salad she’d ordered and
eating some greenery. “Our parents died a few years ago, so I’ve gotten her
through school. She’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide and I’m hoping some
more study will help.”
    Brandon
reached for his water again and swallowed the weird feeling that had risen. He
shouldn’t care what sort of sister she was, but his mother’s lessons about
family had been drummed into him since the cradle.
    “That
was really good of you Laura.” Tyler said and Brandon nodded his head, unable
to remain impassive to such a thing. That took guts, and heart—something
missing in most of the women he’d known.
    “So
tell me about this family dinner thing. Do you get together like that often?”
    Her
eyes flicked between them and Brandon noticed how much longer she liked to look
at Tyler over him. Understandable really, considering last night he’d been ten
minutes away from having his way with her sister, but it still sat like a lead
weight in his gut. Plus, she’d never be able to guess that they both wanted
her. No human would.
    Tyler
answered for them. “Yeah, mum and dad put on a family dinner at least once a
month.   They like entertaining and now
that they’re mostly retired and we’ve moved out, I think they get lonely.”
    Brandon
grunted and finished his lunch. Lonely? He doubted it.
    “You
disagree?”
    He
raised his head to see Laura staring at him, her green eyes far too keen and
observant.
    “Yeah,
I do. They’ve always liked having people around. Our whole childhood was filled
with our cousins dropping by. Nothing’s changed. They just have more money and
time now.”
    Laura
stared at him a moment longer, then looked back at Tyler with a smile.
    “It
sounds like you guys had a fun upbringing. Much more social than I