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she decided to act as if he could see her. She grinned and
headed to the bathroom.
    Deciding that Nathan could wait for breakfast long enough
for her to take a quick shower, she jumped under the spray and soaked her hair,
letting her mind wander as she went through her daily routine mechanically.
    Breakfast sounded good. She’d make him something special.
She’d trained as a chef after all. She concentrated on baking these days and
honestly, she didn’t get to do much of that unless she was trying out a new
cookie recipe. It would be fun to cook for someone else. Maybe if Heather was
home—oops, and Heather’s men.
    Tasha rinsed her hair. Looks like I’ll be cooking
breakfast for a crowd this morning.
    Heather’s men.
    Tasha chuckled. Goodness, she couldn’t even imagine.
Besides, with Nathan as her lover, she didn’t need a second man.
    She didn’t linger in the shower. She had a hot man in her
bed waiting for breakfast.
    She considered putting the robe back on and heading
downstairs, but with strangers in her house… Her confidence had been boosted by
Nathan’s blatant desire but not enough that she was willing to let two men she
didn’t know see her in next to nothing.
    She opened the bathroom door. He was still in the bed, soft
snores indicating he’d fallen back asleep. He had to be tired—making love to
her most of last night and then again this morning.
    She opened her drawer and grabbed another pair of the red
panties. They’d come in a five-pack, and since Nathan had said this was his
favorite color…
    She pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Not terribly sexy but she
was getting ready to cook and she liked to be comfortable. Deciding she’d had
enough of her world being fuzzy, she grabbed her backup glasses off the dresser
and slid them on her face.
    The world came into focus and Tasha sighed. So good. She
looked at the bed and the gorgeous man stretched out on—
    She yelped.
    Slapping her hand over her mouth to stop any more sounds,
she inched closer.
    It wasn’t Nathan.
    This can’t be right. This can’t be happening. How did
this happen?
    She looked again. He looked a lot like Nathan—same dark
hair, same facial features. Brother? No. He’d mentioned a cousin.
    She shook her head and backed toward the door, pleased that
the man in her bed remained asleep. The motorcycle boots caught her toes as she
pulled open the door. She tripped but caught herself with only a minor thump.
Her gaze snapped back to the man—whose name she did not know—in her bed. She really didn’t want him to wake up just yet. She needed a few minutes.
    She nudged the boots out of the way, opened the door and
slipped into the hallway. Breath billowed in and out of her chest as she closed
the door behind her, her knuckles white where she gripped the doorknob.
    It wasn’t possible. Only, clearly it was.
    Putting her hand to her face, she leaned against the wall
and flipped through the previous night.
    She’d fought with Jason then had gone home with Nathan. The
three glasses of wine and single shot of tequila couldn’t have blurred her mind
enough that at some point they’d switched places. No. She’d gone home with him
and had sex—lots of sex—with Nathan. Then this morning, he’d left, saying he’d
be back.
    Her hand slid over her eyes as she remembered all the little
differences from last night to this morning. It all made sense now—the laughter
in his voice, the hesitation, the spanking.
    I must have shocked the heck out of him when I dropped to
my knees and sucked him off.
    There was some justification for her confusion—they really
did look alike and the dress had fallen off for both of them.
    It had fallen off in her driveway. She blushed at the memory
of—
    I could finish that thought if I knew his name , she
groused to herself.
    And the dress had clearly fallen off for Nathan.
    Voices downstairs grabbed her attention—both panicking and
comforting her.
    Explaining this to Heather would be a little