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That thought makes my stomach drop to my shoes.

My sister is everything men want: tall, gorgeous, subtle curves, and legs for days. She’s a redhead too, which is like the unicorn of sexual conquests. I’ve never begrudged my sister of the looks she was born with, but dammit, why couldn’t just a little bit of it have rubbed off on me? I never stand a chance when you pin her next to me. They fawn over her every time, leaving me wanting to crawl back into the book-filled hole I came from.

Straightening my spine, I turn and face the first door. “We have five guest rooms upstairs, all with their own attached bath. It took a little remodeling work those first few years after Mom and Dad purchased this place, but it was worth the investment. We learned quickly that guests prefer the comfort of their own bathroom within their room,” I state, stepping into the first room.

I glance around at my favorite room. It faces the east and gives the faintest hint of the ocean beyond the trees. It’s decorated in a subtle beach theme, with soft blue, sheer curtains and a blue and white bedspread. Right now, though, the room is looking a little sad. Even the sunlight filtering through the large windows is no match of the nasty soot and smoke covering nearly every square inch of the room.

“I’ve started in this room,” I say absently as I walk toward the antique dresser, running my hand along the smooth dark wood I just spent an hour cleaning. “The dry cleaner thinks he can get the bedding and curtains clean, but I’m not so sure. I’ve never seen something so vibrant and beautiful look so dirty and hopeless.

“When we redecorated the guest rooms two years ago, this one was my favorite. I spent hours combing through website after website, looking for the perfect blend of beach and sensuality. I wanted this room to be an oasis for couples to come and relax, or reconnect as lovers. Now, the place I purchased from has closed down, I’m not sure I could find new décor that rivals the old stuff.”

The silence that fills the space causes me to turn around. Rhenn is standing there, his wide blue eyes riveted on me, and leaving me with the feeling of being completely exposed. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine when he says, “Beautiful.”

The crazy thing is…

I’m not so sure he’s talking about the room.

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