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later. Whatever you think about my motives, I like Josie. Always have.”
    Casting a wary glance at the closed door, Greg asked the question he half-dreaded. “How long have you known her?”
    “It was a long time ago.”
    His friend’s oh-so-casual dismissal made the hairs on the back of Greg’s neck prickle. “How well did you know her?”
    Will flashed a fist-taunting smile. “Better than you.” He ran his hand over his rumpled shirtfront. “Go say your good-byes to the happy couple. I’ll do my best to make sure poor, helpless Aunt Josephine gets home unmolested.”
    The mockery in Will’s tone set off alarm bells in Greg’s already aching head. He narrowed his eyes in defense against the clamor. After all, the guy had only spoken the truth. Didn’t mean Greg had to like it. The silence stretched taut. Josie opened the bathroom door looking slightly less bedraggled. She stood framed in the doorway, smoothing her hands over her dress as her curious gaze traveled from him to Will and back again. “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah. Everything is fine.” Will nodded and reached for the door handle. “I’ll wait for you out here, Josie.”
    The casual diminutive set Greg’s teeth on edge. The only thing keeping him from bolting after Will was the expectant curiosity on Josie’s face. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he shrugged. “I’m kind of hating him right now.”
    “You two have been friends a long time?”
    Unable to refrain, he yanked his hands from his pockets and reached for her again. She fit against him perfectly. “Most of our lives, but that doesn’t mean much.” Holding her tight, he stared into wide hazel eyes. “If I’d seen you first, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
    “You saw me first last night.”
    “Lucky me.” Brushing her hair back from her cheek, he lowered his lips to her ear. “I want to see you again. Soon.”
    “How soon?”
    One breathy question and his blood heated to a boil. “Is two hours too soon?”
    “I’d say too long, considering.” She ducked her head and a curtain of sleep-tousled hair hid her face. “You could come to my place when you shake free.”
    The rap of knuckles against the door made them both jump. “If you guys are getting it on again, you should at least have the decency to let me watch,” Will called through the door.
    Greg stared deep into Josie’s eyes. “I hate him.”
    “He’s a pervert, but I think he’s a fairly harmless one,” she conceded.
    Slipping his fingers into her hair, he tipped her head back, the need to brand her as his bubbling like a geyser inside him. “If it meant we could finish what we started I’d give the bastard a front row seat.” He captured her mouth in a hard, fast, plundering kiss. “I’d let him watch if I could be inside you right now.”
    “Soon.”
    “Not soon enough.” This time he kissed her slow and sweet, his lips clinging to hers as he pulled away. “Stay here,” he murmured. “I’ll book the room another night. We can hide from them all—pesky friends, demanding kids, nagging ex-wives.”
    “Those are all on your side.”
    “Don’t make me face them alone.”
    Josie’s smile turned sultry as she slipped from his arms. “Think of me over your eggs benedict.”
    “I prefer sunny side up, and you’re damn right I will.”
    Her fine-boned wrist flexed when she turned the handle. The sassy jut of her hip when she gave the heavy door a heave added three more positions to his wish list. Black fabric swirled around creamy calves. The flash of her sexy red shoes captured his attention and held him in thrall. She paused, her fingers splayed wide on the paneled door as she turned back. “Eat fast.”
    The scent of her arousal still fresh in his mind, he shook his head. “Not on your life. This time, I plan to take my time with you.”
    “I meant brunch.” She yanked on the door handle. “I’ll be waiting.”
    “Wait! Where do you live?”
    Josie spared Will a sidelong