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And with that move, his worries were gone—for now.

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A NEW LEVEL

“Iwanted to talk to you last night,” Brenna said the next morning when she showed up at her apartment.

“Yeah, sorry. I saw your text later on and didn’t think to reply right away. I was busy.”

Busy getting her brains screwed out.

Holy cow.

Skye figured Ash had some moves on him. But his control. His smoothness. His restraint.

Her body was like heated wax just melting at his every touch.

She was damn lucky she could get out of bed this morning and only did it because her alarm went off.

Even Ash hadn’t wanted to move and she had to put her feet on his ass and give him a shove.

It was that or crawl over him and if she’d done that, she was positive they would have opened a third condom.

Brenna moved into Skye’s small kitchen, opened the cabinet, took down a coffee cup and put it under the one-cup maker after selecting her flavor.

“Not surprising since you had company,” Brenna said.

She spun from where she was standing over her desk and checking her email.

Not for an update from the anonymous asshole who started the chain of events yesterday, but from her full-time employer with wanting an update on her project.

The one that was due today and she’d planned on finishing last night.

It didn’t work out that way though.

And now Brenna’s appearance wasn’t helping either.

“What are you talking about?”

She turned back to compose her features after her younger sister smirked at her, replied to her boss that it’d be done by the end of business today and sent it off.

“I’m talking about the fact that I came over last night when you didn’t reply to my text. I wanted to see if you were okay and then I noticed a black truck out front.”

Skye closed her eyes, let out a breath, forced her shoulders not to be tense, then spun back to see her sister’s steady grin. “I’m sure there are a lot of black trucks in the parking lot.”

“Not ones with Glens Falls FD stickers on them. And since I know Ash was here when everything went down yesterday... and I know what vehicle my brother’s best friend drives, it was easy to put it together on what you might be busy doing.”

She groaned. There was no stopping it.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

Brenna pointed her finger. “You got laid. When was the last time you got laid?”

She marched over to her couch and flopped. Maybe there was a tiny part—nope, a big part—of her that wanted to talk to someone about this.

No way it could be her mother.

And she didn’t have a lot of friends that she was still in contact with.