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thing—he was my stepbrother.
    That should have cooled my desires, but it hadn’t eight years ago, and it didn’t now. If anything, it made me want him more. What would Maisie say if she knew how I looked at our stepbrother? If she knew I thought about him at night and in… intimate moments, both when I was with other men and when I was alone?
    “Am I Shaun’s auntie?” Maisie asked after a rare few minutes of silence.
    “No,” I replied instantly. I didn’t want to be an auntie to Oliver’s adopted son. Things were weird enough as it was.
    “Good,” Maisie said. “That’s a relief.”
    “Why don’t you want… Actually, never mind.” I knew full well why she didn’t want to be Shaun’s auntie and I was hardly in a position to judge. In many ways, Maisie and I couldn’t have been more different, but when it came to men, we clearly had some things in common.

Chapter Ten
Oliver
    I kept expecting Michelle to cancel on me, right up until I saw her and Maisie pull up in their rental car outside the stadium. Maisie popped out of the car the second it stopped moving and looked up in awe at the stadium.
    I loved the ground, but I was biased. Compared to the stadiums they were used to in the US, this one should have looked insignificant: old, small, and likely in violation of safety codes.
    I didn’t know a lot about US sports, but I did know that their university teams often played in front of over one hundred thousand people. West London R.F.C. was a popular team, but we considered ourselves lucky to get thirty thousand.
    Fortunately, those thirty thousand people were the best thirty thousand rugby fans in the world as far as I was concerned. They made a noise that reverberated around the small ground and intimidated every opposition team that visited, even those who were used to playing in front of much larger crowds.
    The fans were the reason I chose West London over the other clubs that had come in for me after my disastrous performance in the 2007 World Cup Final. After that debacle, what I needed more than anything was the support of a loyal fan base. I got all that here and a lot more. The only thing that could make the crowd better was having Michelle in it and today that dream was coming true.
    Michelle’s legs appeared from the car; I could swear my heart literally skipped a beat. If my physio had been here he would have hooked me up to machines and made me take a physical.
    For the first time since she’d arrived, Michelle wore a skirt, and a short one at that. Her legs were slightly tanned, but far from golden. They were also toned, so all those self-defence classes she taught obviously kept her in shape.
    With such a short skirt, it was all too easy to imagine me burying my head between her legs and tasting the sweet goodness of her sex. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down and stop the blood rushing to my cock, but that just made the mental image clearer.
    I grabbed a glass of cold water and necked it back before stepping outside to greet them. Don’t stare at her legs. Don’t stare at her legs.
    “I’m so glad you came,” I said, as we met halfway and I ushered them through security. Now that I was deliberately not looking at Michelle’s legs, I noticed she was wearing a cardigan again, despite it being a hot day. She seemed rather attached to those things, but fortunately she had it open to reveal her chest. Damn it. Don’t stare at her chest. Don’t stare at her chest .
    “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Maisie said, still looking up in awe at the stadium.
    “It’s a little old,” I explained. “But I like it.”
    “Do we get a tour?” Maisie asked.
    “We don’t want to be any trouble,” Michelle said apologetically.
    “It’s no trouble at all,” I said. “But first, we need to get you into a rugby shirt. Can’t have you wandering around looking like tourists. Plus, you might get to meet some players and they’ll be happy to sign