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âDangerous. Sure. Sure.â Was that answer reckless? Maybe, but in her defense she wouldnât have been his older sister if she didnât latch onto every chance to tease him as possible. At least she wasnât being serious. She might call him very insult under the sun, but not a single one of them stood merit. He was her family. âI am a raging bitch-face, but pms has shit all to do with it.â Try the ticking time bomb in her eye socket. It didnât get wet like her real one. She tried to hide but was relieved by the pattering of little feet that gave her just enough time to open her arms and catch the hurtling child. Dilyn staggered back a half step, more by surprise than the actual weight of her niece. âZoey!â She cooed, spinning the child around in circles. Mr. Invisible Wall was nothing if not an opportunist, and he took the munchkinâs arrival as the perfect opportunity to tip-toe away from the middle of the room and the pillow at his feet to shuffle silently closer to that luscious specimen of a man, drawn in by that flush even more than that virile intensity. Muscles like that just begged to be touched, so his wandering hands were the real victim here, magnetically attracted to those lovely abdominal obliques. It was a crime they were covered by a t-shirt. Auto squeezed, still invisible â although it was growing increasingly more difficult to concentrate and keep it that way â as he leaned in, lips ghosting against the stubble of the other manâs warm cheek, tauntingly close to his ear and whispered, âI like when you flush.â âGrappling partner?â Dilyn repeated, both in amusement and shock as she set the likely dizzy Zoey down â hell even Dilyn was mildly dizzy, though that could have been from finding out Donny had a secret male friend. âWhy no, I havenât yet.â Dilyn winked down at her niece, ruffling the childâs long hair and shooting a far too pleased glance over Zoeyâs head towards her all but celibate father. She didnât say a word, but she didnât have to, her expression said all kinds of shit, ranging from since when to a what the fucking hell why didnât you say shit? Mostly though, she wanted to know how exactly Zoey managed to find all this out, and so with a wicked grin turned back to her niece and asked, âWhen did you meet him?â
    Some days, he wanted to hate herâhe really did.Â
            But sibling love proved a detriment in allowing such a useless emotion to fester for long, especially not over things said in the heat of the moment.Â
         Or ever.Â
âYeah, well, your raging bitch-face needs a day off every now and then,â he muttered, arms folded behind his back as he watched his giggling daughter, all fifty-four pounds of her, latch onto Dilyn, dark eyes shimmering with eagernessâdelight too, for this unexpected visit. Since her birth, the girl had been unusually attached to his sister, often asking if she could spend the night with her. Of course, Donovan would nearly always compromise by inviting Dilyn over for the eveningâbecause there was no way in hell he was letting his daughter out of his sight for an entire night. Yet, despite the numerous invitations, the woman still had a tendency to drop in unannounced, without hesitation or a care in the world ...
Fingers brushing against the hard ridges of his stomach, masculine lips grazing his cheek as a honeyed whisper sounded near his ear.
Sucking in a startled breath, Donovan subtly and skillfully evaded those clever fingersâwould have even gone so far as to tell the invisible wall to take a timeout if Dilyn hadnât chosen that particular moment to ask the one goddamn question heâd hoped she would steer clear of out of respect for his position as the all-important brother. And Zoeâshe was oblivious to his restless state, plowing ahead with a beaming smile. âLast night.â She preened under her auntâs affectionate attention, ignoring the faintly grimacing expression on her fatherâs face in favor of a chance to waltz into the spotlight. âDaddy was hugging himâa complete stranger!âbut he said it wasnât huggingâthat he was demon ... demonstrating a tech ... technique.â She frowned then, little brows puckering with confusion. âBut the man looked like he was sleeping. Daddy saidââ
âPancakes,â he hastily cut her off, lunging forward to press a hand over her mouth in a rather futile attempt to prevent her from further digging his grave. Thanks, baby girl. âHow do pancakes sound?â
Zoeâs eyes widened, and she gave an enthusiastic nod.Â
      âBut only if you beat me at the silent game. Deal?âÂ
    Another nod.
âGood girl.â He pressed a gentle kiss to her foreheadâbefore letting his hand fall back to his side, catching Dilynâs eye over her head. âLeave it,â he mouthed, wanting this conversation done and over with.











