Page 55 of Spurred On

Oh sure, it was for hugs, but there was a second there where she felt the urge to run.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Rafe asked with a smile.

“Just water, please.” She was driving and, aside from that, they might actually serve her the wine she’d brought.

Rafe nodded and bounded off to the bar, and one of the twins sidled up to her. He took her arm and led her to the big sofa curling around the room. On the far wall there was an enormous TV, but they had a music channel on, playing softly. The room also sported a stone fireplace and a pool table.

Oh, also, this rumpus room was the size of her entire apartment.

Must be nice.

“So, you’re Hanna’s sister,” the man at her side said. She glanced at his twin, who had taken the seat on her other side.

“Yes. And . . . which one are you?”

They both laughed, in tandem. She certainly hoped they weren’t that kind of twins, who said everything at the same time and dressed alike and were creepy and shit.

“I’m Ben,” the guy on her right said. He squeezed her hand. “I’m the handsome one.”

“I’m Brandon,” the other said with a wink. “Apparently, I’m the smart one.”

They were both gorgeous as hell.

“And I am Rafe,” Rafe said, handing her a tall glass of water. “I’m the chivalrous one.”

She had to laugh. “Thank you for the water, kind sir.”

He bowed. “My lady.”

“I have to say,” she said with a flirty look, “you’re not nearly as surly as Hanna described.”

“Sidney!” Hanna cried. “I did not describe him as surly!” She turned to Rafe. “Honestly, I didn’t.”

Rafe grinned. “Which word did you use then?”

“Intimidating,” Hanna said. “Definitely intimidating.”

Logan chuckled. “Yeah. That’s about right. Although you can be surly.”

“Of course I can be surly. I’m the boss, aren’t I? I’m supposed to be surly.”

“Wait.” Sam frowned at his son. “I thought I was the boss.”

Rafe patted him on the shoulder. “That’s right, Pop. You just hold on to that thought.”

Ben leaned closer and said, “Dad started the company, but it got to be so big, he needed to farm things out to his sons. Almost killed him to delegate, but there you have it. Rafe is the CEO, Logan handles development, Brandon manages merchandizing, and I’m the promo guy.”

God, he was adorable. He had sandy brown hair and big brown eyes and a broad, charming smile. He didn’t make her pulse thud or make her restless, but she liked him. She liked him at once.

“It must be nice working with family. Building something together.”

“Yeah,” Brandon said. “When they’re not being total assholes.”

Ben nodded sagely. “We try to be only partial assholes.”

“It does help,” Logan quipped.

Hanna leaned forward. “I told you they were a hoot. Don’t you just love them?”