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it and her heart ached.
    Stripping out of her clothes, she folded them and left them in a neat little stack on the bench, eyeing the towels he’d left close to the tub. He’d been planning on coming out here, probably to stare up at the stars and brood.
    Which was what she was going to do now.
    The stars were hers now, as was the night. Sliding into the bubbling water, she groaned as it closed around her, smooth as silk and already seeping into her tired, aching bones.
    Sinking down until the water lapped at her chin, she heaved out a sigh.
    If she could just manage to not think …
    She couldn’t think about the bad stuff.
    Like a desperate grab for something safe, her mind latched onto Guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid …
    It was one of those things, where you couldn’t quit thinking about it no matter how hard you tried.
    That glint of heat in his eyes.
    The hot, hard press of his muscles against her chest. The strength of his arms around her.
    Hunger heated her belly.
    Her nipples went tight.
    Her pussy clenched, empty and longing for him to fill her.
    Sensory memory slammed into her, the way it had felt as his hands closed around her hips, fingers biting into her skin, demanding and forceful. She craved to feel that again, feel him again.
    “This is crazy.”
    * * *
    “Jensen, I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Tate when he called. Yes, she’s here. Yes, I’ll take care of her.”
    “I want to talk to her,” Jensen said, her voice flat.
    “She’s a little indisposed,” Guy said, eyeing the back door.
    “Unless she’s asleep or on the toilet, take her the damn phone,” Jensen snapped.
    “She’s in the damn hot tub. Can you all leave her alone?” He shoved a hand through his hair and tore his gaze from the door, glaring out the window so he wasn’t obsessing over a wet, naked Chris on the other side of that thin bit of wood. Wet. Naked. In his hot tub.
    He was going to come in his jeans, right there.
    “If you don’t put her on the fucking phone, I’m calling the station and I’ll have one of them do a drive-by,” Jensen said.
    “Oh, kiss ass.” He shoved off the door. Jensen may or may not do it. He’d call out there. Tell them she was fine. Two could play that fucking game. “Look, I’ll take care of her. I always do, right?”
    “I want to talk to my sister.” Jensen’s voice was flat and hard. She hid it well, but she was practically a bulldog over her sister and both Tate and Jensen were worried about Chris lately. Frankly, he thought they worried too much, because they were smothering her, but neither of them would want to hear that.
    She’d grieve, as she always did, in her own way.
    She always kept it trapped inside, unable to let it out, except around him.
    He could still hear those heartbroken sobs.
    And he realized abruptly if Jensen did manage to talk one of the deputies into coming out here, that was just going to make her come out of her skin. Sighing, he shoved off the counter. “Look, I’ll ask if she wants to talk to you. If she says no, you’re out of luck. Deal?”
    “She’ll talk to me.”
    Wanna bet? He kept that behind his teeth, barely, as he opened the door.
    His tongue practically glued itself to the roof of his mouth as he saw Chris standing, naked as the day she’d been born, there by the side of the hot tub. The lines, vines, and swirls of her tattoos slid across her flesh, elegant blooms of color that wrapped around her arms, curved around one breast.
    Hunger roared through him.
    It didn’t matter that he’d all but gorged himself on her just a few short days ago. It could have been hours ago and it would have been hours too long. He wanted to go to his knees and press his mouth to the naughty little naked Tinker Bell that flew over her left hip, wanted to cup her ass in his hands and nudge her legs apart.
    A tinny sound echoed in his ear.
    He barely heard it, still staring at Chris.
    She stared back, the towel in her hand hanging there.
    He closed