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She sidestepped him and went to the desk. Picking up the pen, she jotted her cell number down. Enzo moved up behind her and pressed against her. She could feel his thick erection against her ass as he leaned over her. Her body readied for him, as it had each time he’d touched her. She thrust back into him before she could think about what she was doing.
    He gripped her hips as he ground into her. She whimpered and knew she wasn’t leaving, not just yet. He knew when she surrendered and lifted her before carrying her to the bed.
    “Get naked.” The order fell as he fisted his large cock.
    Why argue? She could leave later. Maybe just not fold her clothes, instead merely toss them in her case. With a catlike grin for the man before her, she did as he’d commanded.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Enzo climbed out of his vehicle and stared up at the large house before him. The day was overcast but it in no way detracted from the beauty of the area. He could see the allure to living here. Slamming the door behind him, he pocketed his keys then walked up the steps to the door.
    He pressed the doorbell and waited. It wasn’t a long wait before he found himself staring into a pair of hazel eyes.
    “Enzo!” His brother’s smile was good to see.
    “Giovanni.” They shared a hug before entering the house, which was surprisingly silent. “Where’s Jaydee? And the babies?”
    An affectionate smile lifted his brother’s lips. “She’s out on her bike, enjoying some time to herself. The kids are asleep”—a relieved sigh—“finally.”
    Soon they were drinking some coffee at the kitchen table.
    “So, what brings you here?” Gio asked.
    “Offshore racing.”
    Gio’s brow furrowed. “I know I’ve been busy with the triplets, but you don’t race for at least another week. So I’ll ask again. What brings you here? You’re early.”
    He fiddled with the spoon in his mug. Why couldn’t he just spit it out?
    Somehow his brother knew. “What’s her name?”
    Enzo expelled a breath. “Halyn.”
    “Interesting name. Where’d you meet her?”
    That was it. No snide remarks about him and his need to be with a woman every time the race took him to a different port. His sibling sure had changed.
    “Monte Carlo.”
    Gio sipped some drink. “That was months ago. You’re still wanting to see her?”
    See her. Kiss her. Hold her. Make love to her.
    He nodded. “I can’t explain it, Gio. She’s always in my thoughts. Always .”
    “How much time did you spend with her?”
    “I met her when she and her friend came for autographs. I invited them to a party and…and took her back to my hotel room.”
    Enzo truly expected his brother to laugh aloud at that. It didn’t happen. Gio stared at him with solemn eyes, waiting. For what? He wasn’t sure.
    “Say something,” he said.
    “Like what, Enzo? I told you how it was with myself and Jaydee.” He stretched out his legs. “Have you seen her yet?”
    “No. Her number is burning up my phone but I haven’t called. She just told me she lives in the state. I don’t know where, exactly.”
    “Call her.”
    Logical . Was he ready to? What if she ignored his call? Cripes, here he was mooning over a woman and compiling scenarios, which might not even happen. When had he become such a pussy? Apparently his brother thought the same thing and voiced a similar question.
    “I will. Trying to get rid of me already?”
    A baby’s cry spilled from the monitor on the counter. Gio smiled at him. “Nope. I’m all for having help to get them up.” He got to his feet. “Come on.”
    Enzo didn’t hesitate—he followed his brother up to the second floor and the room that had three cribs in it. Peering over the top of one was his niece, Cynzia Toni. She was the youngest and the smallest of the triplets. Michael Giuseppe—named after Gio’s best friend who’d perished in an unfortunate plane accident and Enzo’s father—was the first born and the largest. Then came Dante Gianni,