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all I could find. You also said something about chocolate…”
    I’ve got a bottle of Hershey syrup that I’d love to—
    He turned back to the fridge and pulled out the bag of peanut butter cups he stashed near the back, where they weren’t completely frozen but just cold enough to be hard.
    When he turned back to her and held the bag up, the very real smile on her face was enough to make him bite back a groan.
    “Are you going to share?”
    Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, give him strength. Because if she continued to smile like that and kept making statements that his brain totally took the wrong way, he was going to need a time-out.
    “Honey, they’re all yours.”
    Her smile widened. “Such a nice guy. Don’t meet many of those in my world.”
    “And what world is that?”
    She looked away and began to gather the snacks he’d placed on the island.
    “The medical world. Most men are only concerned with their careers or getting laid. There aren’t many men looking for any kind of relationship.” She smiled but he could tell it was fake. The little shoulder shrug was so much more expressive. “Then again, neither am I.”
    “Why’s that?”
    She shook her head. “Too busy. And there aren’t many men who can put up with a woman whose schedule doesn’t accommodate theirs.”
    “Maybe you just haven’t met the right men.”
    Now her mouth edged up in a true smile. “Are you trying to tell me you’re the right man?”
    Dangerous territory. Again. So he smiled and nodded back toward the living room. “Let’s go sit down and you can decide that for yourself.”
    She followed him silently, only the rustle of the candy bag let him know she was following.
    By the time they’d returned to the couch, she’d nibbled her way around the outside of a peanut butter cup. As he watched her lick chocolate off her lip, he practically had to bite his own damn tongue to make sure he didn’t lean forward and kiss her.
    Then she leaned forward and filled her glass again and took a healthy swallow.
    And Ben resigned himself to a slow kind of torture and prayed for Dorrie to pass out before his cousin got home.
     
     

Chapter Three
    Dorrie knew she’d had too much drink and was close to passing out.
    Some part of her brain knew exactly how much danger she was putting herself in and was flashing warning signs in a vain attempt to get her to do the right thing and go home.
    The other half knew how comfortable she felt here. With Ben. And how attracted she was to him.
    Which made her drink even more because, if she was going to even attempt to seduce Ben, she needed liquid courage.
    She’d been thinking about exactly how to do that for the past hour, as she’d continued to make a dent in a very fine bottle of bourbon and ate enough so that she didn’t get sick. She’d never really seduced anyone before. The few relationships she’d been in had been instigated by the man.
    She wasn’t quite sure why that was, and she was a little too drunk to consider it now. Maybe a lot too drunk.
    Blank was probably tossing and turning in his drug-induced sleep right now. Over the time they’d spent together, he’d taken it on himself to be the big brother she’d never had. He’d told her to never go home with a stranger, to never let herself be that vulnerable.
    Yet here she was, alone with a stranger in his home. And no one knew she was here.
    But Ian had vouched for Ben. He’d sent Ben to protect her. And that made Ben safe.
    Why?
    At the moment, she didn’t care because she’d rather know if Ben wanted to spend a few hours screwing her brains out. She just didn’t know if she should just come out and ask for it or if he’d be turned off by her advance.
    Sinking back into the couch, she propped her head on her hand and stared at one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen.
    “So tell more about you, Ben.”
    Sprawled into the overstuffed chair across from her, Ben smiled, his beautiful lips curved in a devastating grin.