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“Just read a sexy book or something,” Miley suggested. “You don’t actually have to orgasm, right? He just needs the lust?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Don’t you have a vibrator?” Brynn asked.
I grimaced.
Damn the whole vibrator question.
“You don’t?” Her voice was incredulous.
“Not everyone needs a vibrator,” Miley protested.
“Holy shit, you don’t either?” she demanded. “I’m living with sexually-starved women! It’s no wonder you always put my dishes in the sink while I’m eating the meal I cooked.”
“There’s no point in letting the food get all dry and crusty on the dishes,” Miles protested.
“They don’t get crusty in ten minutes. I—”
I heard someone typing the code in on Rafael’s door, and I cut their argument off. “The brothers just got here. Gotta go.”
Since I couldn’t see over the couch’s massive back, I stood up quickly, just so I could see who was walking into the space I had been forced to occupy.
Rafe’s shower was still running, and I wasn’t about to interrupt it, despite what he’d told me to do.
Two men who looked a hell of a lot like mymatestepped into the apartment, both of them looking straight at me.
I stared back.
After a moment, they walked into the kitchen and set all of the grocery bags they were carrying on the counter.
Though their faces were shaped similarly to Rafe’s, with the same tan skin and dark hair, they looked a hell of a lot more put-together. And healthier; they looked healthier, somehow.
I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the visual difference was, but looking at them, I could tell it was there. Maybe his skin was slightly… more gray?
That didn’t seem right, so I wasn’t going to bring it up.
One of them had artfully-messy hair that was cut surfer-style. He wore a light gray sports coat with acid-washed jeans, and a white t-shirt.
The other had his hair cut short on the sides and longer on top, with every strand gelled carefully in place. He was in a black suit and tie, looking sleek and expensive. The man’s appearance basically screamedBUSINESS.
“You’re the barista?” the one with the surfer hair asked.
There wasn’t as much disdain in his voice as I’d heard on the phone.
I scowled. “My name is Tatum.”
The shower shut off.
“I’m Sebastian. This is Zander. We respect your profession more than he makes it sound,” the business one said, gesturing to his brother. “Rafe is in the shower?”
I nodded curtly.
“Did he bring up feeding him?” Zander added.
“He said I had to. I said no.” I glanced down at the time on my phone and realized I hadn’t checked in to make sure Sophie was okay. “I need to make a few calls.”
Sebastian dipped his head, like he understood. Wordlessly, he and Zander headed for the stairs.
