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My cheeks heat at the thought, a delicious shiver rolling through me. I’m pretty sure I even whimper.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I need to stop thinking about Joshua this way.

He’s my brother’s best friend. My brother’s much younger best friend.

My life is about to become very complicated as I navigate my divorce. The last thing I need is another complication. That’s precisely what Joshua would be.

Too bad drunk Wynter didn’t care about that last night.

Drunk Wynter cannot be trusted.

“I thought I heard you.”

I spin around, my breath catching at the sight of Joshua standing in the kitchen doorway wearing a dark T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, a devastating smile on his face. But when his gaze drops to the boots in my hand, his expression falters.

“Sneaking out?” He lets out a nervous laugh and runs a hand through his hair.

My fingers twitch involuntarily with the need to do the same thing.

Maybe I did last night.

A part of me wishes I could remember how his hair felt between my fingers. Was it as silky as it looks?

“Just don’t want to overstay my welcome.” I straighten my spine. “You’ve already done more than enough.”

Way more than enough.

“It was my pleasure.”

Heat washes over my face.

Of course it was.

I just wish I could remember even a single second of whatever pleasure we experienced last night.

“Well, thanks again.” I turn back toward the door, wincing.

Did I just thank him for sleeping with me?

It doesn’t matter. All that does is getting out of this house before this becomes even more awkward.

“I made breakfast,” Joshua calls out. “In case you’re hungry.”

“You didn’t have to go to the trouble,” I reply over my shoulder.

“No trouble at all. I was already planning on eating.” He flashes a wink, and my stomach does a very inconvenient little flip.

Goddamn him.

Why does he have to be so attractive when he winks? When he breathes? This isn’t going the way I hoped it would, and my libido is partly to blame.

Hell, I’m pretty sure she’s entirely to blame.

“Listen, Joshua…” I begin, turning to face him. “I appreciate all your…help last night. But this isn’t happening.” I gesture awkwardly between our bodies.

“This?” His eyebrows pull together as he widens his stance, crossing his arms over his chest.