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full battle cry. The girl shrieked and the boy gave a villainous laugh. Uncontrollable, nervous giggles escaped the child’s lips as the boy neared, backing her into a corner.
    Suddenly they both burst out laughing as the boy shouted, “You’re it!”
    “Skylar! Frankie!”
    The children stilled and looked down the stairs toward the adult female voice Sam couldn’t see the owner of. “Don’t make me come up there and knock the beef off ya! People are sleeping. Come down here and eat your breakfast.”
    The little girl looked up at the older boy nervously, now seeing him as her protector rather than her playful predator. “Told you it was early.”
    “You started it. Ah well, come on. Let’s go get Hannah.”
    The children tromped down the steps, still unaware of how loudly their steps fell. Sam shut the door and smiled. This house was nothing like her home.
    The smell of bacon permeated the halls and lingered in her room. Once the days started around here, the McCulloughs likely didn’t stop until well past dusk. If she wanted to join the others, she’d better get dressed and be prepared for anything.
    She lifted her suitcase to the bed and unzipped the cover. Flipping through her items she pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and a fitted white tee. Unfolding the clothes, she laid them out on her bed, placing a fresh pair of cotton panties and a bra on top.
    She frowned at the wrinkles, but decided they’d have to do for now. After retrieving her toiletry bag and a towel from her suitcase she moved toward the bathroom. She turned the knob and wondered if Braydon brought in her other bag that held her sneakers. She wanted to explore today and sneakers would probably be—
    There, standing naked in her bathroom, was a man – a beautiful man.
    All thoughts fell out of Samantha’s head like a spilt jar of marbles scattering out of reach. Standing stock-still, mouth agape, personal items clutched to her chest, she stared—openly gawked in dumb shock—at the vision before her.
    She must’ve been taken him by surprise as well, because he stood still as a statue, his damp hair clotted in sharp spikes in every direction, his shoulders still coated with a sprinkling of droplets from his recent shower, and nothing but a towel dangling from his left hand suspended just between his well-defined hips.
    Holy mother of God, Sam had never seen such a breathtaking show of nakedness.
    His olive skin smoothly caressed the muscles climbing his torso like a Jacob’s Ladder. His tapered hips led to toned thighs, strong calf muscles sprinkled in dark hair, and two big tanned feet.
    “Pardon me. I forgot to lock the door,” he said in a deep voice that was wholly masculine.
    Her gaze jumped to his and she had to actually think hard in order to make sense of his words.
    He was beautiful. Tall, with short hair blacker than a raven’s wing. His defined jaw was clean-shaven. His lips looked soft and slightly pinker than his olive pigment. His nose was straight, enunciating the symmetrical perfection of his face. Stunning blue-green eyes stared back at her.
    He couldn’t have been more than thirty, but his eyebrows added something appealing to his visage, made him appear more distinguished, older than she assumed he truly was. Two perfectly black slashes she suddenly had the urge to smooth the soft pad of her thumb over pulled together as he frowned at her.
    Her eyes returned to his deep sapphire ones. He was staring at her expectantly.
    “I…” A thousand words ran through her head. Stunning. Ass. Bite. Lick. Sweat. Entwined. Thrust. None of them remotely appropriate for the situation.
    Her faltering tongue seemed to take up the weight and space of a battleship in her mouth. If she tried to form words only clumsy talk would fall past her lips making the situation worse.
    Embarrassed, Samantha hastily turned and slammed the bathroom door, closeting herself away in Braydon’s room and shutting out the beautiful man.
     
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