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“He’s got nothing better to do.”
    â€œSure, I could use the help. My wife is packing half the house. Talen.” Drako jerked his head toward the hall.
    â€œYeah, I’d be happy to help.” Talen trudged along, trailing behind their eldest brother.
    Finally, he was alone with Lei. He had some damage control to do. He started by shoving a cut bagel into the toaster.
    â€œSo, are you really thinking about taking a sewing class?” Lei asked as she settled down on a stool at the raised counter.
    Sewing wasn’t manly.
    Sewing wasn’t sexy.
    Sewing wasn’t even enjoyable.
    He mumbled, “Well . . .”
    Her eyes turned sparkly. Her lips curled into a sweet little smile that made his heart thump and his cock thicken. “Are you embarrassed to admit the truth?” She spooned some yogurt to her mouth. The utensil slid between her lips, in, then out. The tip of her tongue darted out, licking away a bit of yogurt that had remained on the spoon.
    Damn, he could watch her eat yogurt all day long.
    His cock twitched. “Maybe.”
    â€œI’m taking a sewing class this semester, too. I changed majors.”
    â€œYou did?” he asked, watching, mesmerized as she ate another spoonful of yogurt. He swore he didn’t get this hard watching porn.
    â€œYeah, I just wasn’t enjoying the science classes as much as I thought. When I heard the university was expanding its arts and fibers program to include fashion design, I decided to make a change.”
    â€œFashion design? Sounds interesting.” Malek’s bagel popped out of the toaster at the same time as the microwave oven chirped. He pulled his plate out, dropped the bagel on it, then pulled a knife out of the block to slice the sausage.
    â€œSure, I’ve always had an interest in fashion. I bet there will be plenty of men in my classes. You wouldn’t be the only one.”
    â€œMaybe.” He arranged the sausage on the bagel, added a slice of cheese and the eggs, and plopped the second half on top of the first, creating a healthy (not) sandwich.
    â€œOf course.” She tracked him as he made his way around the counter to the side with the stools. “You should go for it.”
    He sat next to her. “Sewing?” he repeated. He took a bite, chewed. “If I was able to get in the same class with you, maybe we could drive together?”
    â€œMaybe. It would depend upon our schedules. Were you thinking about taking anything else?”
    â€œI haven’t decided yet.” Taking a second class, something to help replenish his testosterone levels might be needed. This whole sewing thing was a bad idea. He didn’t know a damn thing about sewing. He couldn’t even thread a needle. And that was because he’d never wanted to learn how.
    If something needed alterations, he paid someone to do them.
    If something needed repairing, he generally threw it away or donated it to charity and replaced it.
    Why the hell did he need to know how to sew?
    Then she ate some more yogurt and that was it. If it took learning how to sew to get closer to Lei, then . . . what the hell?
    â€œSo . . . what other classes were you taking this semester?” he asked.

4
    T he funeral home was gorgeous. But sadly, it was empty.
    At the direction of the silver-haired funeral director, Lei reluctantly stepped into room C, where Eve was being displayed for just one day. Rooms A and B were empty. As her gaze scanned the area, the lack of visitors hit her hard. It seemed that nobody cared that Eve had died. Nobody but an elderly woman, sitting in the first row of chairs lined up in front of the casket.
    Lei hoped that woman knew something about Eve’s death. But how to bring it up . . . ?
    Her heart started pounding hard against her breastbone as she slowly approached the casket.
    How had this happened? How had a woman who’d escaped the horrid world they’d both been trapped in ended