Nothing to Hide

She was only mildly surprised that he thought they were still lovers. Erik and Jonas weren’t the closest of brothers. And Jonas wasn’t big on sharing personal information.

“Thanks. Anything else I need to know?”

“Bathroom’s behind me on the left. No, your right. Towels are in the closet opposite if there aren’t any in your room.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off her. “Should be a robe in your room, too.”

Sandra stared back, expecting him to drop his gaze. He didn’t. “What’s the matter, you never seen a woman before?”

“Thousands.” He didn’t look remotely apologetic. “But Jonas didn’t tell me.”

“Didn’t tell you what?” She let her arms drop to her sides, sure she’d just handed him the opportunity for one of his favorite lines.

Here it came.

“That you were so beautiful. So exotic, like Salma Hayek. And so...” He gestured toward her body. “Beautiful.”

“Ah, I see.” She pretended complete nonchalance, but deep down she was pleased even knowing his reputation as a flatterer. “Should he have told you?”

“Maybe not.” Erik shrugged. “Most men would brag.”

“Jonas isn’t most men.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “So I keep hearing.”

Ah, sibling envy. Interesting, since Erik wasn’t exactly passed over when it came to handing out gifts. He had the looks and charm and was good at his job, too, from what Jonas had told her, as well as being a connoisseur of food and wine. But family dynamics didn’t thrive on logic. They often thrived in spite of it.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Erik. I look forward to getting to know you better this weekend.” She gave him a sultry smile because why not, and started down the hall, rolling her suitcase along, swinging her hips since she was sure he was watching.

“Oh, Sandra. Jonas might not be up here. Sometimes he sleeps in the cottage.”

“Cottage?” Sandra turned, smirking. “You mean that whole other house outside?”

He smirked back. “You got a problem with money, Sandra?”

“Only in that I don’t have enough, Erik.”

He chuckled, a laugh remarkably similar to his brother’s. “I like you. You’re not Jonas’s type at all.”

“No? Whose type am I?” When he just kept grinning, she and her suitcase turned back and started again down the hall. “See you in the morning, baby. Butler serving breakfast?”

“Yuh-huh. Seven a.m. sharp. You miss it, you don’t eat.”

“I’ll see what I can manage to—”

A frantic pounding came at the front door, then the sound of male laughter and a female squeal, followed by a cascade of giggles.

Sandra turned to stare at Erik, who stared back. “Expecting company?”

“It sounds like—”

The front door burst open.

“We made it.” Jonas’s voice, out of breath. “Thank God I remembered the extra key.”

“I’m soaked!” Unidentified woman’s voice.

Behind Sandra, Erik’s footsteps, approaching fast. Apparently that unidentified voice was now identified.

Sandra descended the curve of the staircase with Erik close behind. And there they were, Jonas and Allie, dripping wet, smiling at each other in a way that people who had only just met generally didn’t, and standing much closer than strangers usually did, even if they were very nearsighted. Which Jonas, at least, wasn’t.

Sandra’s heart contracted sharply. Jealousy, unwelcome and unwarranted. Allie was supposed to be Erik’s project up here. Jonas was supposed to be hers.

Above them, on the landing, her suitcase fell over with a loud thud.

Jonas and Allie looked up.

There was a brief and deliciously awkward silence.

“Sandra,” Jonas said cheerfully.

“Hello, Jonas,” she replied calmly.

“Allie!” Erik, mildly apoplectic.

“Oh. Hi, Erik.” Allie spoke too loudly, her tone a combination of guilty and giddy.

Well.

What an interesting weekend they were all going to have.

* * *

Text from Allie: Julie, you would not believe what happened tonight. It involves Jonas, me and a bed. Nothing actually happened, but it felt like it could have. People magazine knows nothing. This is the sexiest man alive.

* * *

ALLIE’S EYES FLEW OPEN. Morning. How early was it? She squinted at her watch. Nearly eight. She hadn’t slept well, not surprising after all the excitement the night before. Terror and titillation and tremendous awkwardness. She and Jonas had run out of the cottage, intending to head straight for the main house, but Jonas had grabbed her hand and swerved, leading them down to the lake. The rain really let them have it then, but instead of escaping, they’d sprinted, splashing, along the water’s edge, getting soaked and having a total, exhilarating, childish blast. Allie was a sucker for men who could play. After meeting Jonas in New York, as polished and interesting as he was, she wouldn’t have thought he had that in him.

Yum.

Back inside, breathless and laughing, they’d found Erik and Sandra sending them such icy looks she was surprised the water hadn’t frozen on their bodies.

A waste of their energy. Jonas and Allie’s fun had been entirely innocent.

Well, mostly innocent.

Okay, buried under a thick layer of sexual tension there had probably been a speck of innocence somewhere.

Sigh.