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    All throughout dinner the night before, she’d plotted while she chewed. It wasn’t easy to be sweet and oblivious while her blood had been boiling, but the thought of dropping all seven of the jaws around the table had given her the fortitude to keep up the smiles. Every single one of them needed his eyes opened up. The younger three she couldn’t blame too much. Oh, they needed to learn how to stand up to Locke, that much was certain, but there never had been any reason to try it before. The elder twins, though, could use a solid kick to the backs of their heads. And Locke…what he needed was a wake-up call of epic proportions.
    Seducing Cole, she was honest enough to admit, was more for her than anyone else. But everything else she did from this point on needed to have a goal. A singular goal. To make the men around her as insane as possible until they finally realized they had absolutely no say in what she chose to do. Ideas sprang up all throughout dinner. Good ones, designed to make Locke chew nails and possibly hammer a hole right through his crew boats.
    The only thing that had thrown her off was Cole.
    His hand in hers had been so warm. Worse, the stupid romantic in her had tingled like mad when he hadn’t been willing to let her go. Until he’d dropped her like a bug. Even that hadn’t done much to dim her body’s pathetically melty response. Thankfully, her sweater hid the fact that her nipples might as well have turned into neon blinkers proclaiming to all that the man had only to breathe on her to get her motor revving. And speaking of revving…
    Who needs a vibrator when you can just climb on the back of a motorcycle?
    Cole had kept his word about driving her home on the bike, and Locke had kept his word about not interfering. That alone had her bristling…until Cole joined her on the seat. He wrapped her arms around him, guided her thighs close on either side of his, and when her breasts mashed into his back her entire body went on overload. He’d looked over his shoulder at her as he started up the bike, his eyes smiling behind the clear visor of his helmet, when the engine’s reverberations jolted through her. Her eyes had widened until they stung, her jaw dropped and she hoped to God he didn’t hear the moan that escaped her. He heard her screams of glee later, though, as he sped all through town before getting her home.
    Her heart still raced, even now, thinking about the speed and the thrill of it all. Especially when he’d raced up Connor’s Hill, jumping the bike over the deep dip just under the top. Her stomach had dropped, and she swore they floated for endless seconds before the bike finally came down hard enough to jar her teeth and rattle the back of her head. All the way down the hill, she’d heard Cole’s laughter and wild whooping.
    If only it had been real.
    Not their enjoyment of the ride—she didn’t doubt it was fun for both of them in a way her brothers would never be able to understand. But the offer… That wasn’t real. Neither was the hand holding or the dazed look on his face when they’d finally come to a stop in front of her cottage and he’d helped her out of the helmet.
    She’d looked up at him, still laughing and breathless, and he’d been just the same. His smile had faded slowly, just like something out of a movie. The glints of excitement in his eyes had darkened into something…else. His gaze had dropped to her lips, just for a second. Then his eyes had grown darker still when she’d licked her lower lip, unable to help herself. Wanting him to lean down and kiss her. Just that tiny bit, and she’d finally know what those firm lips tasted like. How they’d move over her own.
    He’d almost done it, dipping his head incrementally before pulling back as if someone had stuck him with a cattle prod.
    Just like that, the illusion shattered.
    He didn’t want to kiss her.
    Because he didn’t think of her that way. He saw a sister, not a