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fishnets, soaking.
    Ghost watched her, his eyes sliding over her legs, noticing her shiver. “You should get out of that wet shirt.”
    She wiped her wet face with the sleeve. “Well, my shirt’s in the trashcan, so this is all I’ve got.”
    “You’ve got a bra on. And I’ve already seen it, remember?”
    She rolled her eyes.
    “At least take those wet fishnets off.”
    She glanced down at her legs, seeming to consider his words, and then climbed to her feet. She glared at him. “Turn around.”
    “Already seen that, too.”
    “Turn around!” she practically growled, her hands landing on her hips.
    Ghost grinned, thinking she was fucking cute when she was pissed off, but he did as she asked.
    A few moments later, something wet slapped against his shoulder. He glanced down, pulling her stockings from his shoulder. The little brat had flung them at him. He turned back to her, raising a brow.
    “There. Happy?” she snapped.
    “Gee, a memento of our lovely day together,” he bit out sarcastically with a grin. Already shoving them in his pocket.
    Her eyes got big. “You’re not keeping those, are you? I was only being…”
    “A brat?”
    That shut her up, a feeling he had to admit he enjoyed the hell out of. He moved to his bike and bent down to dig through his saddlebag. A moment later he pulled out a pair of chaps and tossed them at her. “Here, put these on. At least they’ll keep your legs warm.”
    She caught them to her. “Thanks.”
    Holding them out, she looked at the strange looking garment, and he could tell she had no clue how to put them on. He blew out a breath. “Come here.”
    She did, and he squatted down in front of her. He wrapped the belt around her hips and buckled it across her pelvis. Then he wrapped each leg in leather and zipped each side up from ankle to thigh. They were too long for her, but at least they’d keep her warm.
    They framed her crotch, drawing his attention to it, and thoughts of how her pretty naked ass had looked swam before his eyes. He glanced up and found her staring at him, wide-eyed, and he knew she’d caught him looking, knew exactly where his eyes had been aimed, maybe even knew exactly what he’d been thinking. Shit, he shouldn’t have thoughts like that about her. She thought of him as a big brother, and he couldn’t destroy her trust like that.
    He looked away uncomfortably and mumbled, “Better?”
    “Just peachy.”
    He rose to his feet and made a move to step toward the door, but the touch of her hand on his arm stopped him. He looked back to see her looking up at him with big eyes, looking at him like she used to look at him when she was a child. Like he was her knight in shining armor. Like he could do no wrong. Like he could fix anything.
    He remembered that look on her face when she was nine, and he was fourteen. She’d been walking home from school, and some bullies were teasing her. They’d cornered her by ol’ Man Walker’s picket fence. They’d knocked her book bag to the ground, and its contents had scattered all over the sidewalk. He’d come up and bloodied the biggest bully’s nose, threatening him with worse if he ever dared bother her again or if he ever told who’d hit him.
    The boys had run off, scared shitless.
    He’d bent down, wiping the tears from her face with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. She’d looked up at him then with those same big eyes. Thinking he was her hero.
    Up until that point, she’d always been Tommy’s bratty little sister, the one who pestered them to no end, the one who was always tagging along, always being a nuisance.
    But after that day, things changed, he was more tolerant with her, more patient. He’d begun to look out for her, to care for her like a real big brother would. It was a responsibility he took seriously.
    He’d known she’d idolized him back then. Maybe even had a crush on him. But she was always just a little kid to him.
    That is, until she grew up, and he began to take