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soles of her feet.
    Had she done that last night? Had she licked that wedge of muscle and then tongued the satiny-looking circle of skin?
    Explosive, he’d said. It was going to be explosive between them.
    Her neck and face flushed with heat as she remembered how certain he’d been. Had it really been explosive and she’d forgotten all about it?
    She hated mojitos.
    Except without them she wouldn’t have dared get this close to the gorgeous man to begin with.
    She loved mojitos.
    The internal debate was still going strong when she heard another noise from outside the bedroom. Her stomach clenched. It was the squeak of a door opening. The click of it closing shut.
    Swallowing hard, Hannah stared at the slow rise and fall of Finn’s chest. He still wasn’t awake and someone was coming through his house toward them. She could make out the quick footsteps.
    And then, since she was holding her own, she could hear the intruder take a long indrawn breath from his or her place at the threshold of the bedroom.
    “I’m sorry to wake you up,” a female voice said. “But we have to talk.”
    A female voice. Hannah’s muscles tensed, even as she wished she could melt into the mattress like Hershey squares on a summer sidewalk. She hoped to God it wasn’t an ex. Wouldn’t that just cap off her first foray into Sexventureland? Hannah Davis, unwilling witness to a confrontation between parted lovers.
    “Are you awake?” the voice demanded.
    The man across the sheets from Hannah twitched. As his head wasn’t under the covers like hers, she couldn’t see anything above his collarbone, but there was an alertness about his body that hinted he was no longer sleeping.
    “Go away,” he mumbled, guaranteeing he was nolonger sleeping. And making it pretty clear that whoever had interrupted his beauty rest wasn’t welcome.
    Whew. Maybe it was his sister or something.
    “I won’t,” the female replied, sounding stubborn. “Wake up and talk to me.”
    “Make an appointment with my secretary.” Her bedmate didn’t sound the least willing to cooperate. “Maybe I have an opening sometime in the next century.”
    Hannah tried to be as still and small as possible. Maybe if she was really quiet, the intruder would take the hint and then the man she was in bed with would go back to sleep without recalling her presence.
    It could happen, right? There was still hope to get out of here without muss, fuss, or regrets. Well, maybe not without regrets, she admitted, as the man rolled onto his back again. He must have scooted up on the headboard at the same time, because now she was looking at his navel and the elastic line of silky boxers instead of his chest.
    Surely she’d regret never recalling what was beneath that slick material and exactly how skilled he was with it.
    “I’m not going anywhere,” the per sis tent female declared.
    The man beside Hannah released a frustrated sigh. “All right, then. What the hell is it that you want?”
    “I’ve come to a decision.” There was a note of triumph in the other woman’s voice. “Something I should have considered a long time ago.”
    “Yeah? What’s that?” From her own sibling life,Hannah recognized his surly tone. Surely it signaled her bedmate was talking to his sister.
    “We can’t go on like this,” the other woman said. “You’re going to have to marry me.”
    Hannah jerked in shock. This wasn’t a sister. This wasn’t an ex. This was his current woman, and he’d just taken another—her, Hannah!—to bed.
    The new pregnant silence in the room made clear her muscle spasm had given her away.
    “You have someone there with you.” The other female sounded more surprised than accusing.
    “Not that it’s any of your business,” her bedmate replied in agreement. Then he whipped the sheet down from Hannah’s head to expose her, blinking, to the full morning light and the speculative gaze of a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman.
    A woman who, oddly enough, looked as if