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I drag a hand through my hair and debate lying. Doesn’t matter. She’ll see right through me. “Saw a girl at the diner and she knocked me on my ass.”

“Literally or figuratively?” Of course, my fucking sister would ask that.

“Figuratively,” I admit, remembering the attitude coming from the gorgeous brunette from across the crowded diner. I bet my mystery woman could’ve literally knocked me on my ass if she chose to. “Hudson called and interrupted me before I could make my move.”

She gasps, all dramatic. “I need all the details.”

“There aren’t any details.” I sit back on the bed. “While I took Dickhead’s call, she left.” Fuck. I sound like a moron. “So I have no idea who she is.”

Maggie’s eyes go huge. “You mean you didn’t even get her name? You just let this goddess walk out the door? Are you concussed?”

I groan and fall back on the bed. “Thanks for the support, Mags.”

She snorts loud enough to rattle my eardrums. “Oh, I’m supporting you, big guy. Supporting you right into therapy if you don’t track your girl down. What did she look like?”

I shut my eyes and picture her. My cock twitches at the memory, stupid bastard that it is. “Gorgeous. Stunning. Long brunette hair. Killer mouth and miles of curves.”

Maggie whistles low. “Damn. You are so gone. I haven’t heard you sound this stupid since Jessica Hargrove in eighth grade.”

I groan and sit back on the gold brocade sofa. “That was hormones. This is… something else altogether,” I finish. My voice comes out gritty, because it’s true. “It’s like I got slammed in the face with a two-by-four labeled DESTINY.”

I can’t believe I’m telling my little sister all this. Fuck. Seeing my soulmate really fried all my goddamn brain circuits. “You don’t even believe in soulmates. You gave me hell when I fell for Todd.”

And the universe is getting revenge on me for it. “I was wrong.” God, muttering those words to my little sister actually hurts. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like my heart recognized her before my brain could even catch up.” I scrub my jaw, my mind racing. “I’ve never felt this kind of rush. One look and I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back to my bed.”

“I don’t need to hear all those details.” Mags fake gags. “Take my advice. Don’t open with the caveman thing.” I already figured that shit out for myself. “But I support this level of crazy. You need to find her.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I mutter without much heat.

Mags grins from the other side of the screen. “You got it bad, Cole. Seriously. I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

Groaning, I scrub my jaw, barely hanging onto my dignity. “Don’t say anything, okay? If those assholes get wind of this, I’ll never live it down.”

“Too late.” Maggie props her chin on her palm, eyes lighting up with mischief, and I know she’s enjoying this. Not too long ago, I was fucking with Todd while he tried to woo her. My evil little sister smirks at me. “I just texted Silas. He’s putting together a family group chat so everyone can discuss your little love life.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” I grumble and dig into the overpriced trail mix before shoving a handful in my mouth. This is just like my family. Over-the-top and relentless.

She’s laughing so hard she snorts, like it’s the best joke she’s heard in a long time. “You know we love you.”

I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. My family might be a big pain in my ass, but they’re also the best. “You’re a menace.”

“I learned from the best. Love you, loser,” Maggie says.

“Yeah, yeah.” I fake a scowl and reach for the remote. “I gotta go. I have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Keep me updated so I can keep the rest of the family up to date,” she sing-songs, then hangs up before I can argue.

I toss my phone on the bed and just stand there for a second, blood humming in my veins. I should be prepping for the auction. Instead, all I can think about is stripping my mystery brunette out of her jeans and bending her over the sink in this fancy-ass bathroom.

Fuck me. The mental image alone nearly does me in.

I rip off my shirt and head for the shower, already half-hard and beyond hope. If I’m lucky, ten minutes under freezing water will cool me off.

Fat fucking chance.

I don’t even make it halfway through lathering up before I’ve got one fist around my cock and the other braced against the wall. It’s useless to even try pretending. I want her. I want her so bad I’d give my last dollar to feel her luscious curves pressed against me.

My head drops. I squeeze my eyes shut, and she’s right there in my brain, straddling my lap in this exact shower, her mouth devouring mine. I pump my fist, hard and fast, hoping I can get this obsession out of my system, but the harder I jerk off, the worse it gets. I imagine her moaning my name, nails raking down my back, begging for more.