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me.”
    “Deal.”
    Hmm. That was easy enough.
    He fell into step beside her. The sexual tension between them rippled through the air and made the hair on her arms stand up. What was it about Reese and Blane that made her want to rip off her clothes and shout, “Come and get me!”?
    “I hope you’re a good cook.” Maybe if she kept the conversation light, she could ignore the wetness growing between her legs.
    “I am. I know most of the men around here would rather eat bugs off a dead bird than cook, but I find it relaxing. And if I can cook for a beautiful woman, then that’s a major plus in my book.”
    He strode ahead of her and scooped up the bag sitting next to the front door. “I hope you like spaghetti.”
    She could already feel the carbs sticking to her hips. “I like it too much. You don’t want to leave me alone with the pot. If you do, don’t expect to find any leftovers.”
    “I have no intention of leaving you alone.” His blue eyes, just a hint darker than his brother’s, yet still flecked with amber, unnerved her but in a good way.
    Her hand was on the doorknob, yet she suddenly found she couldn’t twist it open. Was he talking about leaving her alone with the spaghetti? Or something more? Her mind betrayed her vow to keep things light by sending her a mental picture of Blane tying her hands to the bedpost while Reese secured her ankles to the foot of the bed.
    “Charlie? Are we going inside, or are we just going to stand out here all night?”
    “Oh. Sorry.” She came back to reality, opened the door, and led him inside. The house was nothing like her home back in Boston, but she liked it anyway. She felt more at ease, relaxed in the small house than she’d ever felt in her spacious Boston apartment. Part of it was that her mother’s decorator had taken over furnishing the huge apartment and none of the items he’d bought had really fit her taste. But she hadn’t cared. She’d never thought of her apartment as a home but as a place where she put her things and laid her head after a grueling ten-hour workday.
    “Um, the kitchen isn’t much.”
    He forged ahead of her into the tiny galley-style kitchen. “As long as you have a range, I’ll be fine.”
    She tried to see the kitchen through his eyes. Although tiny, it still had all the necessary items like an oven, range top and refrigerator along with a counter microwave. Since she’d eaten mostly sandwiches and frozen dinners off paper plates, she hadn’t cared that the kitchen didn’t have a dishwasher.
    She slid onto one of the two barstools and watched him pull the ingredients out of the bag and set them on the countertop. He busied himself, searching through drawers and cabinets for the tools he needed to cook with, then placed a big pot on top of the stove.
    “I’m totally clueless when it comes to cooking, but I feel like I should still offer to help.”
    He bent over to retrieve a colander from under the stove. She leaned to the side, her mouth puckering into a soundless whistle. If she was an artist, she’d make a bronze tribute to the man’s butt. He filled the jeans as though they were made for him, showing just enough ass to tease her libido. His incredible butt led the way up to a lean waist and a back that made her bite her lower lip to keep from sighing. Broad wasn’t the right word to describe the expanse covered by a simple white T-shirt.
    She jumped, jerked her gaze upward, and plastered on an I’m not doing anything wrong smile as he turned to face her. Had he said something? His smile made her believe he’d known she was checking out his butt. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
    “I said not to worry about helping. I prefer to do it myself. But you can, if you want, find your corkscrew and open a bottle of wine.”
    “Sure.” She eased off the stool as he dropped his attention to the food on the counter and started opening the carton of pasta. Did she have a wine corkscrew? She pushed by him, grazing