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years. Neither of them were looking for mates, Andrea could tell. Just mat ing .
    “What we really want is to see all you’ve got, Sean,” Andrea called. She barely stopped herself from snarling, her fingers wanting to turn to claws. “We say we’ll give you lemonade or Guinness, but it’s only to get you out of those sweet jeans.”
    Sean glanced up, the skin around his eyes tightening. “Is that so?”
    “That is so. Right, ladies?”
    Rebecca laughed. “You are so right. Is it boxers under there? Or a thong?”
    Sean’s brows rose. “So, you’re taking bets on my underwear now?”
    “Come on, show us what you’ve got, Seanie,” Caitlin said.
    “Yes, come on, Sean,” Andrea said, forcing herself to remain relaxed. “Settle the bet. I say briefs.”
    “You don’t know Seanie then,” Caitlin almost crowed. “It’s boxers. Black satin.”
    Rebecca touched her lower lip. “I’m holding out for a thong.”
    Sean stood up, socket wrench in hand, his gaze locked on Andrea’s. “You’re serious.”
    Andrea gave him a slow smile. “You betcha. Who’s right, Seanie ?”
    Sean fixed his unreadable blue gaze on her for a long moment. His eyes sucked her in, made her want to leap off the porch and fall at his feet, begging him to be gentle—but not too gentle. She’d be down there kissing his boots in a second. Pathetic.
    Andrea met his gaze with a steady one of her own, challenging, daring.
    A smile of pure sin spread across Sean’s face. “If I settle the bet, will you ladies let me get on with some work?”
    “Depends on the answer,” Andrea said. “Go on, Sean. Make our day.”
    Sean kept up the wicked smile a few seconds longer. Then he shrugged, dropped his wrench, unbuckled his belt, and slid his jeans down his backside.
    He wore no underwear at all.
    Caitlin and Rebecca screamed in delight. Andrea remained silent, but her heart pounded so hard she heard a rushing sound in her ears.
    Sunshine touched a backside that was slightly paler than the rest of Sean but still tanned. He must expose his entire body from time to time, probably right after he shifted. Sweet thought. Andrea wanted to leap down and bite that firm, bare ass, nip it, taste it.
    The show lasted only a few seconds before Sean pulled up his jeans again. “You all lose,” he said as he buckled his belt. “Satisfied?”
    Rebecca ran her tongue over her lips. “Oh, I might be satisfied for the rest of the week.” She turned away and walked on, her low laughter drifting behind her.
    Caitlin lingered awhile, all but rubbing herself on the porch railings as she cooed at him, but Sean switched his entire focus to the bike and paid no attention. Playtime over. Caitlin evidently didn’t like being ignored, so she said a sugary good-bye and waltzed back into her house.
    Andrea lifted herself from the porch and made her way down to Sean’s driveway. Her body was shaking and hot, but she pretended coolness as she stuck her hands into her back pockets and watched him work.
    “Is it a Feline thing?” she asked. “Going commando?”
    Sean kept tinkering. “No, it’s a ‘no clean laundry’ thing.”
    Andrea tried a grin, but her heart was still pounding. “What, won’t Kim wash the big, bad alpha’s underwear?”
    “She’s a modern woman, Kim is. Which means she’ll look after her mate but not his good-for-nothing brother. She makes Connor do his own laundry too. Says it builds character.”
    “She makes you males work the washing machine? That must be something to see.”
    “Oh, I know how to,” Sean said, still not looking away from his task. “I just forgot to.”
    Andrea leaned down, hands on her knees, and got lost in watching the muscles in his arms work as he tried to wrest a stubborn bolt loose. He smelled like sunshine and dust, and she didn’t blame Caitlin and Rebecca for wanting to grab him and haul him off.
    “While you’re standing there all pretty,” Sean said, grunting with effort, “will you come down