“Fia was standing at the window in Elliot’s apartment, looking toward the dimly lit horizon, while he rinsed and refilled Mouse’s water dish in the small kitchen. She could see his reflection in the glass, but the real thing was much better, so she turned to face him, the broad windowsill providing a ledge for her to lean against. “I don’t think it’s ever come up—I think because we all like things the way they are. The guys get a night out to talk about sports or whatever, and the sisters get to... catch up on everything in each other’s lives.” After putting the water dish on a mat on the floor, he leaned against the cabinets, hands resting on the countertop, ankles crossed, gaze fixed on her. “Makes sense.” He was so damn handsome. She’d noticed that the first time she’d seen him—right after she’d thought how sweet it was that he was holding an umbrella for his puppy—but it still drew her up short. He had the smoldering, sexy good looks that landed guys on magazine covers and runways, along with the body to match.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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