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inappropriate, I can’t help but laugh a little. “Not a chance.”
    “Fine,” she huffs as she leans her chair forward again. “But that was mean. So, seriously? I can’t make a move on him?”
    “He’s off limits. I mean it.”
    As I turn back to my bowl of eggs, Lexi murmurs to Wendy, “I wonder if his dick is big.”
    Whipping around I hold up my whisk and warn, “If you breathe another word I’m going to beat you with this—”
    “Hey, Connor,” Wendy chimes. “You showered quickly. Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready.” I glare at Lexi as she grins from ear to ear, before returning to my bowl.
    As I whisk the eggs, I feel a hand on the small of my back. “Can I help you with anything, Demi?” His touch affects me. Damn it, I don’t want it to, but it does. But then I wonder, is it his touch, or just because I haven’t been touched by a man in so long? Or have I forgotten the difference between an unwanted touch and a wanted one.
    “Thanks, but I’m almost done,” I manage after a moment. “Coffee mugs are in that up there,” I jut my chin toward the cabinet above the coffee maker. “And there’s juice in the fridge.”
    “Morning,” Jeff grumbles as he meanders in and takes the seat next to Wendy. When I turn to acknowledge him, he’s staring at the table, avoiding eye contact with me at all costs. Damn, he’s making this weird.
    “Jeff,” I call, darting my eyes to Wendy, who’s smirking, before darting them back to him. He still doesn’t look at me. “Jeff,” I say, louder. He doesn’t raise his head but lifts his gaze to mine. “You don’t have to make this weird, okay. It was . . . awkward, yes, but we’re family.”
    “Wait,” Lexi interrupts. “What’d I miss?”
    “Little mishap. Demi lost her towel and was naked, Jeff ended up on top of her,” Wendy explains nonchalantly as if it’s no big deal.
    Lexi, who just sipped her coffee, barely manages to spit it back in her cup. “What?” she chokes out.
    “Long story. It was a crazy night last night,” Wendy adds. “Poor Connor probably thinks we’re all nutjobs.”
    Connor gives an easy smile from where he stands leaned against the kitchen sink. “No, not nut jobs. But it did scare the hell out of me.”
    “Okay, I need to know what’s going on,” Lexi demands.
    Wendy explains in more detail what transpired last night, and Lexi sits back in her chair with her eyes fixed on Connor. “Well aren’t you a knight and shining armor? Running in here, ready to protect Demi.”
    Her words have so much more meaning. Well, it’s not even the words, it’s the way she says them that causes everyone in the room to feel uncomfortable. Or makes me feel uncomfortable, I’m pretty sure no one else is paying attention to her.
    “I heard her scream,” Connor mumbles, after sipping his coffee. “I think anyone would’ve come running to help.”
    “Okay,” I interrupt, desperate to change the subject as I lay a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. “Breakfast is ready.” We all sit and enjoy the meal together. Of course, Lexi leaves immediately afterward, feigning a headache, and Wendy and Jeff leave claiming his mother has already called his cell four times wondering when they’ll be home. None of them help with the dishes.
    I walk Wendy to the car and hug her goodbye. When I return to the kitchen, Connor is standing at the sink washing dishes.
    “You don’t have to do that,” I say.
    His mouth curves as he rinses a dish, “It’s the least I can do.”
    I start clearing the table, and when I finish, I dry the dishes he’s washed. “Does it feel weird to be out?”
    His mouth quirks to the side before he answers, “It feels . . . a little overwhelming. But I’m happy to be out.”
    “Would you like to go into town and visit Grams today? I know she’s dying to see you.” Grams is Blake and Connor’s grandmother. She lives in an assisted living facility in town.
    “You don’t have work today?” he