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her. “You need rest. I’ll go. Tell me where—”
    “No, no. Let me.” She had her keys and purse in hand before he could say no again. “To be honest, I need to work my leg or I get stiff. Can I trust you here?”
    “What do you mean?”
    She sighed. “Never mind. Just don’t upend the place looking for my dirty secrets.” She left him staring after her.
    Rafe watched her go with some concern. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the damn woman could read his mind. And that scared the hell out of him.
    Knowing he’d seen as much of her cluttered living room as he could stand, he peeked through her bathroom and her bedroom and freely looked through her closet and bureau.
    “Oh, this is not a good idea,” he murmured as he held a peach-colored teddy up for inspection. He quickly closed that dresser drawer and sat on her bed. Another mistake, because her rumpled sheets smelled like flowers, like Storm. He could too easily imagine her naked body in the sheets, writhing as she opened herself to him.
    Rafe shook his head and stood, aroused, frustrated and baffled at this pull from a woman he didn’t trust and didn’t really know. Rafe had made love to many women. Hell, he enjoyed sex. But with Storm, nothing mattered but pleasuring her.
    He left her bedroom before he lost his perspective. I should bed her and forget her, use our attraction to get Storm out of my blood . Perhaps he found her so attractive because she was a Buchanan and therefore forbidden fruit. Then again, he’d met her cousin Alex before and hadn’t felt anything for the woman besides an appreciation for her natural beauty. Storm engaged all his senses. And apparently his sixth sense as well.
    “What the hell am I going to do about you?” he asked no one in particular. Rafe needed to stop this weird fascination, but he didn’t know how. He had a bad feeling sleeping with her would only make his growing attraction worse.
    Confused by feelings he hadn’t thought to feel ever again, he looked for the television remote, needing a diversion. As he searched, he straightened the room, all the while wondering what the future had in store for him. He bent down to collect a stack of papers behind the couch and heard the door open. But the heavy footsteps weren’t Storm’s.
    Rafe didn’t think. He acted. He remained crouched, and when an unfamiliar male crept past the couch, he attacked.
     
     
    Storm returned to find Thorne and Rafe engaged in a rough-and-tumble fight that had broken a table lamp and scattered books and magazines all over her floor.
    “What the hell is going on?” she yelled, but neither man stopped.
    It was a wrestling match between two equally cagey opponents. Whereas Thorne was taller, Rafe had more muscle and one heck of a technique as he pinned her brother. She wondered if he’d be that forceful in bed.
    Thorne slumped under Rafe’s hold and groaned. “ Mercy. Just stop thinking, both of you. Please . ”
    Rafe frowned down at her brother. He slowly let him go and rose to his feet.
    “Friend of yours?” Rafe asked her, panting.
    “Not really.”
    Rafe scowled and leaned down again, his fist cocked to fly.
    “Oh, get off it. You know he’s my brother. Rafe, meet Thorne. Thorne, Rafe.”
    Rafe blinked with obviously feigned surprise. “Well, what do you know. I thought you looked familiar.” His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Another Buchanan—my lucky night.”
    Thorne groaned, rubbed his stomach and slowly eased to his feet when Rafe backed away. “Bastard.”
    “Dick.”
    “Nice.” Storm sighed and ambled to the counter, where she placed the cheesecake she’d purchased for the sexy idiot she had no right thinking about. She turned and found him right behind her. Rafe steadied her by grabbing her elbows and pulling her into his body.
    Unfortunately, this close she could only think about kissing him.
    Thorne cleared his throat.
    She blushed and shoved Rafe away. “This place is a mess. Give me one