The next evening, Patrick knocked on the door to Carol’s apartment, hoping that, whatever she was wearing, it wouldn’t show as much cleavage as she had the day before.

The top she’d been wearing yesterday had just about killed him, and he’d had to spend most of his time keeping his eyes away from her neckline.

It wasn’t right.

Here he was trying to be a decent person and a good friend and not leer at Ryan’s little sister—something that neither Noah nor Ryan had managed to do themselves—and Carol had to wear an outfit like that.

She wasn’t normally in the habit of showing off her body, so hopefully it had just been a fluke.

He’d agreed to go to the movies with Noah, Emma, and Carol because Emma had guilted him into it, but he didn’t want to spend all evening trying not to look at Carol’s cleavage.

There was only so much a man could take.

He was hoping she was wearing heavy sweater—with a turtleneck under it, if he was lucky—when Carol swung open the door.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw she was wearing a silky bathrobe that was barely staying closed.

“Hey,” she said with a breezy smile.

His whole body had clamped down over a helpless wave of attraction at the sight of her, all lush curves, tousled hair, and flushed cheeks. He managed to say, “Am I early?”

“No, no. It’s my fault. I’m running late. I’ll just be minute. Come on in.”

They’d agreed to meet at Carol’s apartment, since she lived closest to the movie theater, but Emma and Noah weren’t yet here.

So as he stepped him, he was brutally aware of the fact that he was all alone in the apartment with Carol. Whose bathrobe was slipping down one shoulder. Who would be completely naked—warm and gorgeous and perfectly touchable—if he reached over and loosened the tie.

He gulped and fought a battle with his body to keep it from reacting to this knowledge.

She smiled at him. “Have a seat. I’ll just be a minute.”

He sat down on her couch, reaching into the leather saddlebag he always carried to get his laptop to grab his computer.

“Do you want something to drink?” Carol asked.

“No,” he said, keeping his eyes resolutely on his computer screen. “Just go get dressed.” He sounded bad-tempered, but it was the best he could do. If Carol didn’t get clothes on very soon, he was going to do something bad.

Really bad.

Really, really bad.

Unforgiveable.

To his relief, she disappeared into her bedroom, so he could relax slightly.

It would be a lot easier to be her brother’s best friend if she wasn’t quite so pretty, quite so curvy, quite so sweet.

He had almost gotten himself under control when her bedroom door swung open once again and she reappeared, still wearing that sexy little bathrobe that only came down to mid-thigh.

“What are you doing now?” he muttered, sounding impatient because his body had immediately jumped to attention yet again.

“You don’t have to be so grumpy about it,” she said, giving him a little glare as she hurried through the living room and over to the dining room table, on which was set a laundry basket full of clothes. “I just need a pair of socks.”

She needed to put on more than a pair of socks. He could see from the way the fabric was clinging to her rounded ass that she wasn’t even wearing underwear at the moment. He stared fixedly at the lush curve of her bottom, the dip of her waist, the swing of her long hair.

He wanted to take that robe off. He wanted to see that luscious body bared to his view, to his touch. He wanted to trace his hands along every curve and line and dip of her.

He wanted it so much he was breathless, hot, hard.

He moved his laptop strategically to make sure she wouldn’t see when she turned around.

“Got them,” she said with a little smile over her shoulder.

He’d never seen anything prettier or more mesmerizing than that little smile.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

He wanted her so much he could taste, hear, feel the lust surging through him.

“What are you working on?” she asked, sounding casual and friendly as she stopped right in front of him, a pair of socks in her hand.

He grunted, unable to form a complete word at the moment.

“Was that an answer?” She had stepped even closer, and she leaned down slightly, causing her robe to dip just enough for him to see the swell of one breast.

One perfect, perfect breast.

“Patrick?” she asked, frowning at him. She was evidently completely unaware of the effect her body was having on him. If anything, she looked annoyed because he wasn’t answering her questions. “Are you in a bad mood or something?”

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