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“What do you want to know?”
    Her brain was way too fuzzy to think of a witty response to that. “Why did you bring me home with you?”
    “Because you looked like you could use a drink.”
    “Are you planning to hurt me?”
    His eyes widened in shock before they narrowed and watched her with laser focus. “Why would you think that?”
    She shrugged. “Men hurt women all the time.”
    His jaw firmed. “I don’t.”
    Men also lied to get what they wanted but she let that go. “Have you had many relationships?”
    “A few. None that lasted. Or that I wanted to last.”
    Everything went black for a second and she blinked, her head popping back up. Refocusing on Ben, she saw he’d shifted position.
    What had they been discussing? Oh yeah. Relationships.
    “Don’t you want a partner? Someone to…”
    Someone to what? Why did she care if he was looking for a life partner? It wasn’t going to be her.
    “Someone to spend my life with?” Ben helpfully supplied.
    “Yeah, that one.”
    He shrugged. “I’m not saying no but I’m not worried about it yet.”
    “When will you worry about it?”
    “When I get lonely.”
    Lonely. Yes. “Aren’t you ever lonely?”
    She was lonely all the time. Unless she was with Risa or her mom or dad. Which was only about five percent of the time. Risa had been right earlier tonight. She needed something in her life other than soccer and yoga and work.
    She just didn’t know how to go about finding what that was. Sex with Ben seemed like a good start.
    Her eyes closed again and when she jerked awake this time, she realized he’d moved again. She must’ve been asleep for longer this time.
    What had they been talking about?
    Her eyes closed again and this time she didn’t try to keep them open.
    * * * * *
    And…she was out.
    Dorrie had fallen asleep with her head on her hand, which looked awkward. She’d probably have a kink in her neck when she woke.
    Ben couldn’t leave her like this. It wouldn’t be gentlemanly of him.
    But he let himself stare at her for long seconds before moving.
    Sliding off his chair, he closed the space between them and slid his arms under her body, lifting her against his chest.
    Damn, she felt too slight in his arms. Like a strong wind would blow her away.
    It made him want to hold her even closer, especially when she curled into him like she’d done it a thousand times before.
    She felt like she belonged right here.
    Exactly what you shouldn’t be thinking about, asshole.
    This was Ian’s girl, even if Ian wasn’t going to admit it. And Ben didn’t poach.
    But it won’t be poaching if Ian doesn’t lay claim to her.
    Then Ben could step in and act on the heat they generated.
    And if Ian does step in?
    Well, then maybe they needed to discuss that sharing option.
    It wouldn’t be the first time for Ben but it probably would be for Ian. Then again, Ian might do it all the time and Ben would never know. His cousin didn’t kiss and tell, never had.
    Ben had actually considered that Ian might be celibate. But then this woman had appeared…
    Dorrie sighed, her breath brushing against his neck and making his heart race.
    Fuck. He needed to put her down and walk the hell away before this became a Greek fucking tragedy.
    And you putting her in Ian’s bed is going to make everything just fine, right?
    Pushing the thought out of his mind, he tightened his arms around her and took the stairs to the second floor. He and Ian had gutted the second and third floors to create two master suites. Ian’s was on the second, Ben’s on the third.
    Ian’s rooms were even more Spartan than the first floor. He’d painted the walls a darker shade of blue than the color downstairs, and the wood trim was all dark stain. The furniture finish matched the stain.
    The king-size bed’s massive frame took up practically half the room. Ben had joked that Ian could get lost in there all by himself.
    And when he lay Dorrie on the bed, she looked small and pale against