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I shook my head as I kicked my shoes off on a rug and slid out of my drenched coat, leaving it on the rug by the shoes.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“Playing Call of Duty.”
My gaze stopped on a bottle of beer.
No. I couldn’t watch my brother spiral again. I glared at Ford.
“Did you bring beer?”
“Hey, it’s fine,” Luke said. “I’m having water.”
Ford looked from the beer to me. “I didn’t know it was an issue.”
“It’s not,” Luke assured him.
“It is,” I said, crossing my arms. “He’s a recovering alcoholic.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Ford put his controller down, picked up the beer and took it to the kitchen.
Luke scowled at me. “Stop acting like my mother.”
“How did this happen?” I asked, shaken by seeing Ford in my home.
Our kiss had kept me up the past three nights. I’d dreamed about coming home to find him shirtless and hard, asking me if I was ready for the most incredible night of my life.
The dream had ended there, which was bullshit, but that wasn’t something I had time to think about right now.
“How did what happen? I met Ford when we were both out running. He said he knows you. I asked him to hang out and have dinner with us.”
“I got rid of the beer,” Ford said. “It won’t happen again.”
Luke shook his head. “You didn’t have to do that. Elle’s just being overprotective.”
“No, I think it’s smart. I don’t need that shit anyway. My trainer’s always on me about cutting unnecessary calories during the season.”
I’d been bitchy and Ford was defending me, which made me feel awful.
Luke was focused on the TV screen and Ford snuck a glance at me, a question in his eyes. I sighed, feeling defeated, cold, and—even now—turned on.
He discreetly pointed at his chest and I looked down at my own.
“Oh my god,” I blurted out when I clearly saw the outline of my nipples in my wet, white button-up shirt.
I grabbed the fabric to pull it away from my skin and ran into my bedroom.
Perfect. I’d just denied any involvement with Ford to every one of my bosses and then I’d come home looking like a wet T-shirt contestant. I needed a girls’ night out as much as Sam did.
I quickly showered, dried my hair, and dressed in jeans and a lightweight gray hoodie. When I walked back into the living room, Ford and Luke were talking animatedly about their game.
“You asshole,” Luke said, grinning.
“Like those cat-like reflexes?” Ford asked. “And my hand-eye coordination is legendary.”
“Bullshit, you got lucky.”
This was the happiest I’d seen Luke since he started staying with me. He didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Ford was a good man who would look out for my brother. I had no problem with them playing video games together, as long as I wasn’t here fantasizing about Ford.
