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some point.”
    She nodded, her heart having lodged itself very suddenly in her throat. She felt giddy and lightheaded and terrified.
    He smiled at her. A barely there, half grin that made her body warm and tingly. She wanted to touch him right then. Now that she’d admitted it, the urge to touch him—inappropriately—was overwhelming.
    “Now?” she asked, tracing the edge of the marriage certificate with her fingernail.
    He smiled again and her blood leapt.
    Then he said, “No.”
    *****
    Gareth left the house for a run. Left for a run!
    It had Jordan reeling. The conversation. The possibility that they weren’t siblings…not really. She pushed his words out of her head only to have them burst right back in.
    I will fuck you, Jordan. At some point…
    She grabbed the phone book and the phone and started dialing Kurt Paulsons.
    The first Kurt was deceased. The second well on his way, so deaf she had to shout into the phone loud enough to make her throat sore. The third had no idea who Kelly Singer was and had been married to the same woman for fifty years (making him too old). It was on the fourth call that she hit pay dirt.
    “Kurt? What do you need with Kurt?” An older woman asked.
    Jordan tried to keep her frustration at bay. “I’m looking for the Kurt Paulson who was married to Kelly Singer. She was my—“
    “Kelly! How is Kelly?”
    “I don’t know,” Jordan said with a sigh. “I haven’t seen my mother in years.”
    There was silence and then a tentative, “I’m sorry, dear.”
    “Do you know Kurt?”
    “Kurt’s my son. And he’s just moved to Delaware. Got a job there and a house and he’s dating a nice woman already. I hope there might be some wedding bells on the way. But who knows. He’s no spring chicken but he’s not old either. You know?”
    Jordan laughed. “I do.”
    She explained the possible connection and got his phone number and address. With shaking hands she wrote it all down and thanked the woman who said her name was Catherine. She could be your grandmother…
    Jordan left her info on the table, stripped out of her rubber boots and jeans and everything else—still damp from the hike—and climbed into the shower. She had it cranked as hot as she could get it, her skin reddening to the point of absurdity. The room filled with steam. She’d just washed her hair with her peach scented shampoo, finally rescued from her bags, and rinsed when she heard the door.
    “Now,” Gareth said and pulled the curtain back.
    Jordan moved to cover herself and when he cocked an eyebrow—a long lived habit of her brother’s—she froze. Her hands dropped to her side and she waited, heart thudding.
    “Good girl,” he said with a smile. That smile went right to the center of her where she was hot and wet and suddenly eager to please. Hearing him say good girl had her head spinning. It was lust she was feeling and it was time to just stop hiding it and accept it.
    “I figured you’d be a faster learner. You always did defer to me,” Gareth said, barely audible above the rush of the shower. But his words and his tone insinuated into her ears and her head.
    She watched, feeling frozen, as he reached out and traced a single bead of water on her breast. He wicked it away before letting the next drop descend. Her nipple puckered at his nearness and he pinched her until a small needy sound rushed out of her.
    “You like that burst of pain. Like a salty finish on a super sweet dessert. It’s a contrast that makes the pleasure so much bigger, so much brighter.” He leaned in and pressed the very tip of his tongue to the very tip of her hard nipple. Then looking up with those bright green eyes he said, “So very real. ”
    He captured the hardened nub in his mouth and sucked once, very hard, so that she felt a resounding tug all through her belly and her cunt. She shifted just a little, trying so hard to release some of the pressure that had built in her pussy and her womb, but he tsked at