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right, I don’t.” But she’d love to find out. Back in the day,
he never talked about family or his personal life, and she’d feared asking
because he appeared very mysterious. Especially his eyes. Oh she loved looking
into those eyes, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. At times they turned black
as if masking his thoughts from the world.
    “I’ll introduce you.”
    A nervous thrill raced to her tummy. “That would be great.”
    The instant Brent looked at Brody on the opposite end of the
room, he glanced back and nodded as if they shared some type of intuitive
connection. Because of the distance, Annalee couldn’t hear what Brody was
saying to an elderly man, but she knew by his meager grin and a pat to the
man’s shoulder he’d politely excused himself.
    She watched as he strode across the room, closing the
distance to mere feet. Although he carried himself as confidently as Brent, his
eyes were grayish-blue. They danced with so much emotion it momentarily shocked
her.
    They also shared the same dark lashes and the same chiseled
features. From a distance they appeared identical, but up close, despite
resembling each other to an extreme, both brothers’ individuality shined.
Brent’s lips were a little fuller and his eyebrows thicker. She’d definitely
love to meet their parents—these men looked like they came from top-of-the-line
breeding.
    “Who do we have here?” Brody asked, glancing first at Brent
then at her from head to toe as if taking inventory of her body parts.
    She shifted her footing uncomfortably, thankful she still
wore the coat.
    “Annalee Parschen,” Brent replied. “Annalee, meet my brother
Brody.”
    “ The Annalee?” Brody asked, raising both brows.
    That rocked her a bit and her hand trembled when she offered
it as a kind gesture. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.”
    “The pleasure is mine.” He brought her fingers to his mouth
and gave them a gentle kiss. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    You have? “All good I hope.”
    “Coming from my brother,” he winked, “I guarantee it’s
excellent.”
    It’s excellent . Wow. She’d never been so enlightened
or felt so tiny standing in between these two enormous, testosterone-dripping
men.
    “Yoo-hoo, Miss Parschen?”
    Oh shit! Annalee glanced in between the brothers at
the same time they looked over their shoulders. Sean Whiltby Jr. stumbled
toward the bar from twenty feet away.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said.
    “Sorry, but this is where I make my getaway,” Brody chirped.
“Annalee, I look forward to seeing you again real soon,” he added, then fled
toward a group of people gathered around the dance floor.
    Obviously she wasn’t the only person having issues with the
owner’s inebriated son.
    Brent nudged his head toward Sean. “What’s that all about?”
    “He’s been bugging me to remove my coat.”
    A brow rose. “Why haven’t you? It’s quite warm in here.”
    “I don’t know.” She held the drink between both hands and
tapped her fingernails against the glass. Her gaze lowered to Brent’s abdomen,
which proved to be a huge mistake. The six-pack of solid muscle sent her mind
traipsing to her bedroom with him in tow. Unless he ended up in her bed, it was
going to be a very long night with her dildo.
    While visualizing her hands running along his chest, a vast
amount of heat rushed to her tummy. “I…I guess I’m…feeling a little
self-conscious.” She needed forgiveness for the obscene thoughts running amok
in her head.
    He took her glass and set it on the bar. Gently he placed a
hand on each side of her neck. “Annalee, you’re a gorgeous woman,” he said,
stroking her chin lightly with his thumb. “Never hide your beauty.”
    The delicate caress caused a new streak of tingles worming
their way to her spine. Beauty? He considered her gorgeous ? Why
hadn’t he ever said so before? She’d thought he perceived her as a plain,
no-frills woman. For the first time in her life, she