Bethany packed up at around six, grumbling over the fact that her mother had called twice during the last hour of work. She placed her laptop into the nice black bag that they’d left for her, which had the firm logo embroidered into it.

Nervousness tugged at her stomach as she walked through the halls, her eyes moving about to ensure that if Damon walked out of an open office, she'd be prepared to encounter him.

He probably thought she was a child, a young girl with too many brains and not enough courage to speak up. She should have called his ass on the rug for talking with his girlfriend inappropriately in front of her, but truth be known, she could only dream of a man like him demanding something of her.

Her pathetic friendship with Jake rolled across her thoughts as she walked languidly to the elevator. She squeezed in as the doors opened and had to apologize when she stepped on a beautiful red-haired girl’s toe. The girl, who was about Bethany’s age, merely huffed.

Bethany turned and put her hands in front of her waist, clasping her fingers together and trying to not take up too much space.

The door opened, and she moved out, Jake on her mind again. He had been a great guy and yet had no drive to reach out and press her to a wall. He had wanted her for the last two years, she knew without a doubt, and yet he never pressed her to do anything with him. Maybe if he had, things would have been different between them. She didn't want an alpha male dick forcing her to do anything, but a dominant male putting himself out there with commands and demands that only she could fulfill?

She groaned softly at the thought.

The ride home was quick, the sun still shining late into the Texas evening. Bethany pulled up to Kent's large home. The circle drive was ornate, and the house was framed by vibrant pink roses. The white brick gave the house a regal appearance, not to mention the bellboy who opened her door and took her keys from her. He was a few years younger than her and horribly shy. He spoke quickly; his eyes averted as if he were warned not to look at her.

She thanked him and walked into the house, her mom walking down the hall toward her with a huge grin on her face.

"There's my working girl. Tell me all about it!" Her mother stopped in front of her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Bethany returned the gesture, feeling as if she were eight again and had just gotten home from elementary school. Her mom had a way of ushering in memories, good and bad.

"It was great. Met some new friends and got invited to go out Thursday night with the other interns. Should be fun." She moved back from her mom, looking toward the kitchen and breathing in deeply. "You said my new stepbrother was coming by tonight? We talking about Damon?"

"Nope. The handsome one," a male voice sounded behind her.

Bethany turned and smiled at the tall, goofy-looking guy that moved toward her. He was cute in his own way, his body a bit fluffier than she might like, but his blond hair and blue eyes made up for it. The smile on his face was beautiful and reached to his eyes, the brightness in those eyes making Bethany return the gesture.

She extended her hand as her mother introduced them. "Bethany, you're almost-stepbrother Matthew."

Matthew moved past her hand and pulled her up into a big hug, Bethany wrapping her arms around him and looking at her mom as the big guy squeezed the air from her lungs.

"Matt, put her down, Son." Kent walked out of the study to their left as Matthew sat Bethany down, her laughter feeling good—right.

"It's okay. I like hugs. I just haven't had such a big one before."

Matt winked and looked toward Kent. "Time to eat. The appetizers are all done." He extended his bent arm toward Bethany and bowed slightly. "Care to accompany me, my lady?"

She smiled at Kent as he started to respond again, her mother stepping up to hush him.

Matt had something a little off about him, but Bethany didn't mind at all. He was the exact opposite of Damon, which left her a little curious about their moms. Perhaps they only shared one parent.

"I'm thinking we have bruschetta with those little toasts and nachos for the starter." He looked down at her and smiled. "You're very pretty. I guess I'll have to buy a gun or get a big stick to beat the boys back from you."

She laughed and walked into the kitchen, letting his arm go as she took a seat at the bar that looked over the large room. Martha, the cook, looked over her shoulder and smiled at them.

"Matthew, get out the ranch from the refrigerator. The girl is more than capable of taking care of herself. No need to play the role of the overprotective brother to a girl who’s in her twenties, the age when you're actually looking to get married."

"Oh, she's not looking to get married. She's a career woman, Martha." Bethany's mom moved up beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as Kent moved into the kitchen.

"Smart girl. The career first and then a love life." He turned and almost ran into Matthew, the scowl on his face leaving Bethany with the impression that perhaps his younger son wasn't his favorite of the two.

"Thank you again for the chance at McKenzie and Bryant. I had a great day today and enjoyed meeting Damon."

Matt sighed loudly, a silly smile on his lips as Kent looked over at him with a warning on his features.

"You met Damon? God help you. Was he an ass, or did he put his mask on?" Matt pulled at the air in front of him, pretending to slip on a mask before he started to prance around the kitchen like a villain of sorts.

Bethany couldn't help but chuckle as her mom responded with the same sound beside her.

"I did, and I liked him."

Bethany shrugged as Matt turned to her, his hands pressing against his hips as he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone loves Damon. He's the handsome, smart one."

"You're handsome too. Did you take your meds? You are awfully hyper today, boy." Martha poked at Matt with the end of a wooden spoon before moving to fill the counter in front of Bethany with appetizers.

She reached up and started to dig in, Matt moving in beside her as her mother moved toward Kent.

"Well, Damon is a little rough around the edges, but he was quite impressed by you, which is saying a lot." Kent looked over at Bethany as he popped a carrot in his mouth.

"That's good to hear. I think I'm going to enjoy learning from him."

"Yes, well, let's hope that's all you do. He's crazy about a girl with dark hair and green eyes," Matt said as Kent reached over and popped him with a towel.

"Leave your brother alone. He's not here to defend himself from your empty accusations. Besides, Bethany is going to be his sister. He has limits to his actions—mostly."

Bethany found herself shocked at the notion that Damon hadn't been smitten with the various blondes that seemed to populate most of the office. Ben had filled her in on the fact that Linda, Damon's beautiful secretary, was Kent's hire and not Damon's. Not that it mattered at all. He was off limits, he was taken, and he was family.

Matt picked up a few nachos, balancing them on his hand as he nodded toward the back patio.

"Let's go watch the sunset. I love how well you can see it from the terrace here. My place is in the city, so there isn't much to see above the smog." He smiled and moved toward the back door.

Bethany grabbed a small plate and loaded it up with enough nachos for both of them before joining him. Her mom called after her to be careful, but she ignored it. Be careful of what? The mosquitoes?

Matt walked out and held the door for her, moving to the side and reaching to steal a nacho from her plate. They walked to the end of the terrace, two large lounge chairs sitting there as if waiting on them.

"It's beautiful out here." The energy in Matt's voice dimmed, his spirit seeming much calmer than only moments ago.

She sat down and looked over at him; his expression was filled with peace.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." He smiled at her, reaching for the plate. "I just act like a spaz in front of my father. I hate the idea of wearing a suit and working in a high-rise building, no offense. I act like a goober, and he doesn't consider me when something comes open. He focuses on Damon, and I have my freedom."

It made so much sense. She smiled at how well he'd played his cards.

Taking a small bite of the nacho in her fingers she looked out at the long stretch of property before them, the crimson sun tugging the colors of evening toward the edge of the world with its descent.

"I love accounting and don't mind the big buildings, I guess."

"I love drawing and painting. I'm the artsy one in the family. My mother was a painter, so at least I get it honestly." He shrugged and sat back, handing the plate back to her with only two nachos left.

She laughed, and he turned his head toward her. "What?"

"You ate most of our snack. Pig."

He laughed loudly, the sound causing her to laugh too. Matt was exactly the kind of guy she could see herself being a sister to. Damon, on the other hand, was the farthest stretch of her sensual fantasies and going to be trouble, but Matt … he was a big kid. Good thing she still felt like one herself most days of the week.

"I was hungry." He reached over and pushed at her shoulder playfully. "Tell me for realz. Did you like Damon? Was he nice or rude as all get out?"

"He was professional, sort of. I mean he wasn't rude but very much focused on business."

"What do you mean ‘sort of professional’? Did he hit on you?"

Her throat tightened; the idea of talking about the conversation with his real brother and Matt perhaps telling Damon that she'd mentioned it was more than she could bear.

Honestly, the conversation had turned her on, and more than once that afternoon she'd imagined him forbidding her to wear panties under her black pencil skirt. Her body burned at the idea of someone with the balls to demand something of the sort. A touch of jealousy hit her as she thought of the girl on the phone, sitting with Damon at a restaurant.

"Hello … earth to Beth."

"Sorry. He just had a conversation with his girlfriend that was, well, it was sexy."

"He doesn't have a girlfriend."

"I'm pretty sure he does." Bethany picked up a chip and offered him the plate, Matt grabbing the last one and eating it quickly as if she might change her mind.

"Whatever you say, but I know my brother, and he's commitment phobic."

Bethany and Matt chatted for a few more minutes before dinner was served. She wanted so badly to ask him about his mom, as he had briefly mentioned her, but she let it slide. Now wasn't the time, in the middle of a family dinner. As soon as dessert was cleared, Matt stood and stretched, promising to come back the next night for dinner if they would have him. His father assured him he would.

Bethany stood and offered her bent arm to Matt. "Might I walk you to the door, sir?"

"Most certainly, my lady."

He took her arm and walked with her, skipping here and there to keep his mental act up. They stopped at the door, and he turned to her, pulling her into another breath-depleting bear hug. She laughed as he sat her down and tipped a fake hat.

"Behave, as much as possible, and if not, pretend it's because you didn't take your meds." He winked and slipped out the door, Bethany thrilled to have him as an almost member of her family. He was just what she needed.

Damon, on the other hand, wasn't.