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Big green eyes that knew all the secrets of the universe were trained on him, and perfectly straight blond hair that belonged on a shampoo ad hung loose around her shoulders—almost reaching the most perfect female rear end he had ever seen. She had a quiet smile on her lips—lips that were perfect.
Perfect for kissing. Lips just made for a man to want to kiss. Over and over again.
Dusty.
Sweat slicked his palms like he was a total loser.
Had he been completely blind?
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Ben hadsudden insight into exactly how good old Harry had felt in that instant he’d first seen Sasha as awoman.
Ben was living that moment right now.
Until he saw the expression in those green eyes as she looked at him. She was hurting. Why? He’d always hated it when Dusty was hurting in any way.
“Hey,” he said softly. Tonight just called for softly. “What’s wrong, baby? Are there dragons out there that I need to slay?”
“Just feeling a bit off, mostly.” She waved her hand dismissively. But he knew she was hiding something. Keeping her secrets all to herself. “What brings you out of your cave?”
“The, uh, book, isn’t going well.” Well, Harry’s reactions to Sasha weren’t going well. The things Harry wanted todo…
Hell, Ben didn’t write romance. That was his sister’s gig, not his.
Ben refused to ask Nikki what to do next. A man had his pride. He wasn’t going to ask romance advice from his baby sister—even for a fictional character. Nikki would just laugh like a lunatic and then probably give her husband a kiss she definitely shouldn’t in front of her big brother. Then laugh at Ben again, call him a baboon—and text Dusty to tell her all about it.
Then they’d both snicker at him.
He was wise to Nikki Tyler Clark, after all.
He’d fully admit good old Harry didn’t know what to do with this Miss Sasha Nally, of the curvy body, straight blond, waist-length hair, and big green eyes. With the mouth that was made for smiling…and other things.
Sinfultype things.
Just like Dusty’s mouth. Dusty’s mouth was made for sinful type things too! With a man.
Ben stared at the real-life version of Sasha in front of him. Yes, Dustyhad a mouth made for sinning. With a man.
Hell. Hers looked even softer, pinker, than he’d imagined Sasha’s.
He just stared.
Then Ben remembered she’d asked him why he was there. He’d probably better answer. He couldn’t just stand there staring at her like an idiot. She’d call Nikki or Fletcher and he’d end up having to deal with those two tonight. There was no way he’d want to explain to his sister that he was staring—inlust—at Nikki’s best friend. “Work is not going well. I figured a change of location might help jog something loose before I chuck my laptop out the window.”
“You’ve come out of your writing cave? Midbook? Did the universe shift or something?” The teasing tone was there, but she looked tired.Tootired. Worry hit him.
They’d almost lost her when she’d been fourteen. From a heart attack, of all things. But he thought she was okay now. Nikki would have said something if Dusty was ill. Actually, Nikki would have been panicking if something was wrong with her precious bestie.Everyonein their little family would know if there was something going on with Dusty. Immediately.
“You are worrying me, kid.” Ben wrapped his fingers around her wrist and just kept her there next to him. He brushed his thumb over the soft skin of her inner wrist, immediately noting how silky her skin felt against his for the first time in his life.
The stray thought that Dusty would probably be that soft everywhere struck him completely witless.
What was hedoinghere?
He had no business wondering if Dusty’s skin was that soft all over. Or if those lips tasted like the cherry Coke he suspected she’d already poured herself. She loved cherry Coke and always had.
He just didn’t think of her that way and never would.
