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sister. That somehow it would weird him out, the way it had when she was a kid, that night on her mother’s porch.
    But it didn’t. A soft moan slipped from her lips. Her hands slid up his back to gather him closer, pressing her soft body against the hard planes of his. He lost himself in the sweet taste of her mouth, the flavor of her tongue, the way her lips moved beneath his own, pliant yet insistent. The feel of her curves against him.
    She wasn’t that little girl anymore. She was a full fledged woman, warm and willing in his arms. One who wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had no idea how it was possible, but somehow, that he’d known her his whole life added warmth and familiarity to an already powerful exchange. It provided an intimacy he hadn’t even realized he craved until it stared him in the face.
    “You’ll stay?” he whispered against her mouth, already finding the zipper on the back of her dress.
    “Yes.” She breathed the word against his lips as she shrugged out of the dress. It fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.
    That was all he needed to hear. He bent, swept her off her feet, then carried her the last few yards to the bed, where he set her upon it and crawled over her, tucking her beneath him. Tonight she was his, and for this one night, he was hers.
    In five hours, though, his flight was leaving. He had every intention of being on it. Whatever the hell was happening between them would remain a weekend fling. No more, no less.
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    Several hours later, Angela lay with her head nestled in the crook of Alex’s shoulder. She trailed her nails up and down his chest, delighting in the tiny shivers she drew out of him, the gooseflesh that popped up along his skin.
    They’d been laying there for a while, neither one saying anything, a comfortable silence between them. It surprised her how content she felt, more so than she’d been in over six months. She figured once he found out who she was, she’d feel like that awkward teenager with a crush on her brother’s best friend.
    She didn’t. It was like they’d lain this way together forever.
    “Tell me something, Ang,” he murmured beside her.
    “Hm?” She drew her nails up over a nipple. He sucked in a breath, a low growl rumbling out of him. The warm hand curved around her right buttock lifted to swat the cheek.
    She giggled, bit his chest. An instant later, she found herself flat on her back, his body pressing her into the mattress.
    “Minx.” He leaned down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth before lifting his head to gaze down at her again. “How on earth did you end up working as a stripper?”
    “A friend got me into it. It helps pays the bills. Mom’s insurance doesn’t cover all the treatments she went through. Bill collectors almost took her house this year. I refuse to let that happen.” At the mention of her mother, apprehension knotted her stomach. She drew her brows together and shook her head. “You can’t tell Brock about my work at the club, A.J. Mom doesn’t know.”
    Alex shook his head. “I won’t tell, but you’re lucky he hasn’t found out already. He was the first person I called when I got into town. He was supposed to come to the club with us, but he was working that night. You’re lucky he hasn’t found you yet. He works just down the street from the Diamond, Ang.”
    She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “That would require Brock to actually go into the Diamond, because nobody there knows me as Angela. Brock would never go to a place like that. Mel would kill him, and it’s not his style.”
    He was right, though. She pushed her luck working at the Diamond. Her brother did security six nights a week for one of the Casinos on the strip only a half mile from the club. So far she’d been lucky, she’d never seen anybody she knew, but it wouldn’t take much for her brother to find her.
    “Well, I’ll deal with that if and when the time comes,” she said, unsure who she