In His Brother's Place

Smiling blissfully, she opened her eyes. Only then did Angie realize she wasn’t alone. From the far side of the hot tub, Jordan’s face grinned back at her.

Four

“I didn’t know this was going to be a party.” Angie’s voice was edgy, her manner clearly distrustful. Maybe she thought he was out to seduce her.

That hadn’t been Jordan’s intent. He’d only hoped to put her at ease, maybe relax her enough for a civil conversation that wouldn’t end in her storming off to her room. But seeing her like this, with damp curls framing her face and that pink shirt clinging to her skin, was putting all the wrong ideas into his head. Time to defuse the tension.

“Should I have made margaritas?” he joked. “I can, you know. Just ask.”

“I’ll pass, thanks. This is an amazing hot tub. I don’t remember it from before.”

Before, meaning when she was here with Justin.

“I had it built for my mother, to help her arthritis.” And his mother hadn’t used it even once, Jordan recalled. She’d moved out soon after it was finished.

“How was Lucas after the ride?” Jordan changed the subject. “Did he say he enjoyed it?”

“It’s all he’s talked about. That and getting a puppy.” She lifted dripping hands to slick back her hair, raising her breasts above the water. The outline of her nipples through the wet pink fabric sent a stab of heat to his loins. His swelling erection strained the crotch of his swim trunks.

This wasn’t in the plan. He’d been attracted to Angie all along, and would have jumped at the chance to get her in his bed. But she’d been his brother’s girl. Except for that single slip-up in his car, he’d done an admirable job of keeping his thoughts above his belt and his hands to himself.

Now here she was, warm, sexy and no longer Justin’s girl—but still off limits. The irony of it was driving him crazy.