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plans and personally helped build all of the houses on the peninsula except Grady’s. However, he rarely got all that involved in any of his projects anymore unless they were personal, which none of them really were. Jared bought, built, and sold commercial real estate to make money, not that he needed it.
    “I’m going to town,” Dante informed him, getting up from the chair his ass had been warming for way too long. “You can go to your own house. Or stay here and finish. But you and Grady don’t need to be my keepers anymore.”
    Jared looked up at him with a slightly wounded expression. “Look, I know you’re pissed. But we wouldn’t have been here if we weren’t worried.”
    Dante knew that. “It isn’t that I don’t appreciate that you were concerned.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, having problems saying what he really wanted to say. His brothers might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but they’d been here when they thought he really needed them. “I’m just getting tense from sitting around for too long. I need to get out. I’m doing better now.”
    And I need to get laid! Unfortunately, only one woman will do.
    Jared stared at him silently for a moment before releasing a masculine sigh. “I’ll go to my house. You’ll call me if you need anything?”
    “Yep.” Only if I’m dying. Dante needed a little space, a little time to think. He’d spent the last week in almost constant company with his brothers. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend more time with them, but not if it meant they were playing nursemaid . . . or jailer. He knew Jared planned on sticking around for a while this visit, probably until Dante was ready to go back to Los Angeles.
    Jared stood up and shut down the computer. “It’s senior bingo night at the youth center. I was thinking of stopping by.”
    Dante released a bark of startled laughter. “You? Since when do you play bingo?”
    “I don’t, and the bingo is for the seniors. But I heard Sarah was playing the piano tonight before the games start. Grady says she’s better than most concert pianists. I thought I might stop by and check her out for myself.”
    Dante pulled his hands out of his pockets and stared at his brother, giving him a suspicious look. “What’s your interest in her?” Jared was very rich, very successful, and very much in the public eye. He was known for never being seen with the same woman more than once. Dante didn’t give a damn if Jared wanted to change women every day, but Sarah wasn’t going to be one of his daily specials.
    “My only interest is in hearing her play. She’s a local doctor, Emily’s friend, and a woman who’s off-limits for me—just like she should be off-limits for you, Dante. She’s not the type of woman you can play around with. You’re going back to Los Angeles eventually. Don’t start something that’s going to leave her hurting. She’s a nice woman.”
    Relieved that his brother wasn’t going to hit on Sarah, he replied, “I don’t want to play around with her. I actually like her. I can’t stop thinking about her.” He’d skip mentioning the sexual fantasies he had about her, and how desperately he wanted to fuck her.
    “If you mess with her, Grady’s going to kill you if you make Emily unhappy. You know how he is about Em,” Jared warned ominously. “If she gets a hangnail, he about loses his mind.”
    Yeah. Dante knew how protective Grady was about Emily, but he knew even that knowledge wouldn’t stop him from seeking Sarah out, trying to get closer to her. He felt like he was being lured by a feeling that was greater than lust. He wanted to fuck her, but there was something . . . more. “Maybe we could just be friends. I have several more weeks to recover. We could hang out.” Okay, it was lame, and a complete lie. But he was attempting to be nonchalant in front of his brother.
    Jared broke into a loud snort of laughter. “Who the hell are you trying to fool?