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Those shrewd blue-green eyes could pick me apart, and right now, all my cracks and seams were on full display. “My mother worked for him. She was part of his cleaning staff when he was married to Sebastian’s mother. Sebastian is my older brother.”
    “Is he like you?”
    “Like me in what way?”
    She flapped a hand. “I don’t know, is he a mega mogul?”
    I chuckled. “Of a sort. He definitely keeps an eye on business matters, though he has a right-hand man who handles much of that for him. His preference is to dabble with music. And Wicca.”
    If her eyebrow had pitched any higher, it would’ve reached her hairline. “He’s a witch?”
    “Supposedly there’s some sort of hereditary bloodline as well.” I waved it off. I had never had much interest in the metaphysical. Yet another way I was different from at least one of my half-brothers. “Not something he tells people, though. You can imagine how that would be received, especially since he lives in Salem. He keeps a low profile for the most part.”
    “He sounds fascinating.”
    I wrapped a hank of her hair around my fingers and tugged. “You would think so. Damn artist.”
    “You’re an artist too. That you hide it doesn’t change the reality.”
    Ignoring her, I stared over her shoulder at the windows. The pale pink-gray light of morning was slipping into the room. The sky was growing lighter by the moment.
    And I had a woman in my bed, in my house. She was curled up on my chest, her body soft and warm, her tears still drying on my skin.
    There were needs in her eyes. Ones beyond sex that I wasn’t capable of filling.
    The muscles in my shoulders tensed. I shouldn’t be doing this. Men like me weren’t meant for cuddling up after sex. Not with all the lies and necessary deflections between us. That we’d eliminated hers tonight didn’t change the reality that she wanted something that was now mine. Or all of the things in my past I wasn’t about to share, no matter how relaxed we were after fucking our brains out.
    The longer she stared at me with her vulnerable eyes, the less relaxed I was anyway. I wasn’t the man she was looking for. I didn’t want to be.
    Liar .
    “Are you close?” She skated her nail over my collarbone and I nearly hissed at the renewed blood flow in my dick. Some parts of me might be searching for sense when it came to Grace Copeland. My cock wasn’t one of them.
    “Keep that up and I will be.”
    “What?” She frowned, glanced at her hand then gave herself a little shake. “Oh. Sorry. Really? Your collarbone is an erogenous zone?”
    “It is when you’re stretched out on top of me.” I spread my legs enough for her to fall into the gap between them and my growing erection nudged her hip. Her lips parted on a sigh.
    There, that was better. Keep things in the arena where they were supposed to be. Work. Fucking. Maybe even a kind of uneasy friendship. But no more.
    Nothing personal. There couldn’t be.
    “Are you close?” she asked again, a moment later. “You and Sebastian.” She slid her gaze back to her finger tracing over my skin. She understood my diversionary tactics all too well. “You and your father.”
    “My father is dead. God rest his stupid black soul.”
    Her head snapped up. “How can you say that about your own father?”
    “Easily. He was a stupid motherfucker who played with things he shouldn’t and got his head blown off. It was no kind of loss, not for any of us. Did you miss the part where he screwed around with his cleaning lady while he was married? That wasn’t the first time either. He did it other times too, but not all of the women got pregnant. That was his MO. He hired women to work for him, and he took advantage—”
    I fell silent, but she was already shaking her head. “Don’t. That’s not like this. I came to work for you under a ruse. I never intended to get a job in your company. Never intended to like it. To love it.” The heat thrumming through her voice