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the rain could let up any moment and she’d be off seeing the Chicago skyline within the hour. He never got the chance. She slipped around her seat and disappeared before he’d managed to say her name.

Chapter 5
    Anna spent the day hiding. She wasn’t exactly sure why. She kept thinking of the way Mike had sipped from her coffee mug. It wasn’t that he put his lip to the exact spot that she drank from, though that was intimate enough. It was the look in his eye as he’d done it.
    There had been desire in his eyes. Not just the hey, you’re a cute girl type of desire. For a few brief moments, the look had been hungry, part desperate, and wholly consuming. As if he kept his normal sexual nature completely hidden. Except at that moment, he had opened the shutters long enough to let her see--however briefly--that he would be a total lover. Someone who took her completely and left nothing behind.
    That had shaken her. She told herself it was disconcerting to set her sights on one brother only to have the other one—the evil suspicious one, no less—look at her like he wanted to eat her alive. Flirting was one thing, the steady dance of attraction was easy. What he’d done was flipped from zero to ten thousand in the space of a breath, and she’d panicked. It had been so powerful and she had felt so vulnerable beneath that gaze. And yet, she’d been excited too. Her nipples had tightened, her belly had unfurled in warm waves of reception, and her heart had sped up to triple time. It all happened so fast that she hadn’t been able to process it. So she’d run. And hid. And now she was feeling stupid.
    First off, what she imagined couldn’t possibly be true. No man hid a nature that passionate. Second, even if he was like that, then would he really have focused it on her? She was attractive and all, but they’d barely met and he’d spent most of that time thinking she was a crazy stalker. It wasn’t possible, and she was an imaginative weenie.
    Which meant that when it came time for dinner, she made her way downstairs and was greeted by the whole clan. There were twelve in all—a big, happy family—and an ache of yearning stole her breath. She covered by looking for Rick. She could fit herself into the group through him. But instead of the soccer star, Mike caught her attention. He was sitting on the floor playing cars with little Henry. They’d built an obstacle course of books and pencils and he was now trying to wedge himself beneath an end table as he tried to engineer a make-shift ramp. It was the sight of first his massive shoulders, then his head coming out from between spindly table legs that made her chuckle. He looked rumpled and uncomfortable, and yet absolutely determined to construct…something. She wasn’t really sure what.
    “Try that,” he said to Henry who released a toy truck and laughed as it did a funky hop before flying down the ramp to slam into Rick’s shoulder. Oh, there he is, she thought. And yet even as she moved to the athlete, her gaze stayed with Mike. He was the identical twin to Rick, and yet she found his rumpled jeans and tight tee much more appealing than his brother’s sleek Dior shirt.
    She considered this, still thrown that her libido was picking the grumpy twin over the athlete. Then Mike saw her standing there. His eyes turned dark and haunting for a moment. Not like he was haunted. More like he had a secret part of him that he uncovered—just for a moment—to center completely on her.
    Attention, she realized. It was what she’d been talking to Rick about at breakfast. Mike was giving her all his focus in absolute promise. Come to me, he said. Come to me and you will be surprised by what you uncover. And thrilled. And totally overwhelmed.
    She crossed to his side without even realizing she’d moved.
    “Anna, there you are!” Aunt Tilde cried. “I’ve been waiting all day to talk to you.”
    Anna watched as a grimace of frustration crossed Mike’s expression.