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Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from this house. Last night had been the most incredible night of my life. We’d had sex six times, and each time had been more amazing than the last.
I stretched with a smile and slid off the bed. I was definitely sore. The things that had been said about him weren’t exaggerations, and the tingling between my thighs was definitely proof of that.
Humming, I walked to the bathroom, where two towels and a washcloth had been placed on the granite countertop.
In the shower was expensive shampoo and conditioner.
I wondered how many women before me had been treated with the same care. A wave of jealousy washed over me, but I pushed it away.
Did he leave every girl he was with alone in his house?
How many girls had done the walk of shame from Brax Mitchell’s house?
I felt a bit awkward taking such liberties in his home, but at the same time I was excited to know he felt enough at ease to leave me alone here. Half expecting him to show up at any second, I finished my shower and quickly got dressed in the little sundress from last night.
Brax had taken the time to set the blow dryer out. I used my finger as a toothbrush and was relieved that he didn’t have that many toiletries. That might have been just a little too convenient or expected.
I took my time, blow-dried my hair, and put on some mascara and lipstick, the only makeup I had in my purse, before I walked into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee on the warmer and a mug right beside it.
The kitchen and dining room was spotless. When had he cleaned up? Had the poor man even had any sleep before his morning meeting?
With my cup of coffee in hand, I went to the living room and sat down on the recliner. Thumbing through a home magazine, memories of our evening together came back in every delicious detail. At twenty-two, he was already an amazing lover. What in the world would he be like in another five to ten years? Glancing up at the dining room table, I smiled and even blushed, remembering how we’d both been watching ourselves in the mirror.
I wondered if he was thinking about it, too.
The doorbell rang.
Did I dare?
The doorbell rang again. What if it was a delivery? Or maybe it was Brax and he had forgotten his key.
I opened the door. A girl stood there, and she was stunning.
My heart fell to my toes.
The girl’s grin faded when she saw me. “Who are you?”
Her tone was snotty. “I’m Amanda,” I said, lifting my chin an inch. “Who are you?”
“I’m Heather.” Of course she was. Flawless golden tanned skin, caramel brown eyes, and silky red hair, Heather was even prettier than what I’d imagined in my mind, and her body was bikini barista perfection. Wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a skin-tight cami that showcased what I assumed to be silicone-enhanced chest, she lifted her chin a few inches before looking at me with confusion. “I’m looking for Brax.”
It took everything I possessed not to slam the door shut in her face. Why the hell had I opened it? Fuck, fuck, fuck! “He’s not home right now.”
She glanced past me into the living room. “Did he take the Harley?”
Brax’s pickup sat in the driveway next to my car. “I guess so.” I cleared my throat. “Well, I have to go…I have something in the oven.”
One perfectly sculpted brow rose. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” she asked, obviously wanting me to ask her the same.
“No, you don’t.”
When she realized I wasn’t going to bite, she flashed a fake smile. “I’ll call him,” she snapped, her gaze shifting from me, down my body, and slowly up again. The corner of her mouth lifted the slightest bit, as though to say, ‘oh hell no, he didn’t trade me in for this bitch.’ “So…you’re Toby’s sister? Mandy, right?”
I swallowed hard. How did she know about me?
“And Brax is working on your house.”
Her tone had changed…becoming much more friendly. Did she think we had a platonic relationship? That since Brax was my brother’s best friend, that he was just my buddy, too? I was stunned she knew about him working on my house, especially since he’d made it sound like they didn’t necessarily talk. Then again, Maple Creek was a small town. “Yes, he is. He’s doing a great job, too.”
