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Anna had a little giggle to herself, but the giggles soon faded as she took the opportunity to ogle him again. His legs went on forever, the dusting of dark hair over tanned muscle giving him a potent, manly vibe that sent a kick of arousal straight to her core.

“Anna.”

“Yes.”

His right eye blinked open. “You’re staring again.”

She huffed. “Well put your robe on and stop giving me something to stare at.”

His eye closed again, but his mouth curved in the ghost of a smile. “I like your eyes on me.”

Oh. Oh. Pleasure flushed through her, but worry chased fast on its heels. What were they doing? The last few days they’d started to flirt with each other, and as much as she was enjoying it, she didn’t need a big, hot complication in her life right now. Her heart was way too exposed. It could easily confuse harmless flirting with . . . more. And more always ended with her being hurt.

Worse, in this case, more would mean she’d lose Luke, lose that important link to her brother.

Her eyes took one last greedy look at his outstretched body before she forced them away.

* * *

Luke was sitting with Anna in a hot tub—not a sentence he ever thought he’d say—both their right arms stretched along the rim to avoid getting their tattoos wet.

Unable to help himself, he touched his face. Did it feel different?

Anna giggled. “Admit it. You enjoyed your facial.”

Embarrassed, he dropped his hand and glowered at her. Had he enjoyed having his face steamed, exfoliated, prodded, massaged, moisturized? No. Had he enjoyed hearing the whimpers of pleasure come from Anna as she’d had a facial next to him?

Absolutely.

She wiggled her fingers in front of his face. “You could have had nails like mine if you’d not been such a wimp.”

Her nails were a perfect red, but of course Anna hadn’t stopped at that. She’d got the manicurist to paint candy stripes on some, others to look like a present. And a Santa face on each thumb. “I said I didn’t want someone playing around with my fingernails. That’s not wimpy,” he protested. “It’s being a guy.”

Trying to peek at her cleavage beneath the jacuzzi bubbles came under the same definition, he reassured himself as he found his gaze yet again dropping from her face.

“Luke.”

He forced his eyes up to hers. “Yeah?”

“Are you staring at my breasts?”

Her expression was playful as she repeated a variation of his words from earlier. He decided to brazen it out. “Yes.”

She let out a choked-sounding laugh. “You can’t say that.”

“I just did.”

Her cheeks, already flushed and glistening from the heat of the hot tub, went scarlet, matching the color of the wet curls that had escaped from their tie and framed her face. “I don’t know how to react to that.”

Pull the suit down, show me more. Show me the full, delicious curves you’re hiding.

His dick surged. Damn it, this was not the time, and definitely not the place, to get a hard on. Not when he had to step out of this tub in two minutes to have a massage. “Did you have spa days with Colin?” He asked, knowing the change of subject would cure his predicament.

“No.” At the mention of her brother her face took on a soft, sad expression. “He would have been up for one—’

“He was up for anything,” Luke cut in wryly.

“He was, wasn’t he?” She smiled. “He wouldn’t have wimped out of the manicure, either. But no, it wasn’t anything I did with him. Why?”