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for her ‘needs’.  “Oh,
yeah.  Because you don’t have anyone else to fulfill your needs when I’m
not here?”
    She glares at me.  “You’re
a dick sometimes.  I’ve got to work early in the morning, so I’ve gotta
go.  Call me tomorrow, ok?” 
    I nod even though I know I
won’t. I bury my face into the couch cushions, realizing I’m suddenly exhausted
and just want to sleep.  I don’t even hear Kira leave.  But I do hear
when someone else comes in a few minutes later, right when I’m ready to slip
into sleep. 
    “Dom, what the fuck?  You
were supposed to pull me out of the game so that I didn’t lose my shirt.”
    I reluctantly open one eye to
stare at my brother and find that he actually lost his shirt. He’s
standing in front of me bare-chested.  My eyes dip down and I cringe.
    He lost his pants, too.
    “What the hell, Sin?  Put
some fucking clothes on.”
    My brother grins, that cocky
rakish grin that his fans love so much as he plops himself down onto the sofa
next to me, buck-ass naked, crossing his feet at the ankle on the coffee
table. 
    “You wouldn’t have to worry
about it if you’d pulled me out of the poker game like I asked you to,” he
shrugs, picking up my glass of whiskey and drinking it all.  “Those drunk
chicks know how to play poker.  Or I just wanted to take my clothes
off.  One or the other.”
    I glare at him.  “I
couldn’t bail you out because I was taking care of a situation for you. 
Fuck, man.  You’ve got to stop having these parties. Someone’s gonna get
raped or killed and they’re going to sue the shit out of you.”
    Sin only grins, unconcerned.
 “If they’re dead, they can’t sue me.”
    I can’t argue with that
logic.  Instead, I tell him what he missed, not that it bothers him
much.  He sees it all the time. 
    “Thanks for fixing it,” he
tells me casually, as though near-rapes are normal.  I roll my eyes. 
    “Anytime.  Now can you get
some fucking clothes on?”
    He waggles his dark
eyebrows.  “Sure.  If it makes you insecure to look at my
package.  You might be older, but I’m bigger and that’s what counts.”
    He’s also ridiculous. 
He’s not a centimeter bigger than I am, but I don’t waste my breath telling him
that.
    He yanks one of my shirts out
of my suitcase and pulls it over his head.  Then a pair of my pants. 
He forgoes underwear, which means I’ll have to burn those jeans. 
    “I forgot to ask how long
you’re staying,” he asks as he settles back into the seat, unconcerned that he
just ruined my favorite jeans.  “Long enough to catch a show, I
hope.  It’s all I’ve heard about for months from Duncan… how you don’t
even come watch your poor little brothers play.”
    I roll my eyes.  “Poor
little brothers? I think both of you are doing just fine.”
    Sin snorts, “Only as well as
you, big bro.  But whatever.  We have a show coming up in Chicago
next month.  If you want to fly back in, we’ll get you backstage passes.”
    I shake my head. “I’ll
try.  Filming starts   in a couple of
weeks.  But I’ll see what I can do.  I don’t want to upset baby
Duncan.”
    “What about me?”
    My youngest brother saunters
into my room, dropping onto the sofa next to Sin.  Neither of them have
any personal space issues, that’s for sure, because now we’re all three crammed
onto the one sofa.  And we’re too big for that shit. 
    “Nothing,” I assure
Duncan.  “I just said I didn’t want to offend your ovaries by not coming
to your next show. I’ll try like hell to be there.”
    “That’s the furthest thing from
my mind right now,” Duncan announces, cracking open the can of beer in his
hand.  “You can see me bang on the drums any time.  What I’d like to
bang tonight are the half-naked women beyond these very doors.  I fucking
love your house, man,” he tells Sin.  “Oh, and there’s a chick asking for
you.   Said she wants to make sure you know that your