ock a pat and stepped back. “Take off your—­”

The piercing ring of his cell phone interrupted. The vibration against his thigh, so close to his dick, shocked the hell out him. He scrambled to retrieve it. His brother’s name flashed on the screen.

“I need to take this.” He swiped his finger across the screen, moving away from her. “Chad? This better be important.”

“Josh is gone,” his easygoing middle brother snapped.

“What do you mean gone?” Brody demanded.

“I stopped by the house to check on him before Georgia and Eric’s rehearsal dinner. I wanted to see if he was getting along with that nursing student you hired to watch over him. And to ask if he’d changed his mind about going to the party tonight now that we’d sprung him from the rehab center. He’s only been home for a week. I thought he’d be itching to get out and see ­people,” Chad said. “I didn’t think he’d run and hide.”

Brody heard footsteps on the other end, the sound of doors opening and closing. The farmhouse he and his siblings called home had been in the family for generations. They’d grown up playing hide and seek, racing up and down the stairs. Josh’s short-­term memory had disappeared in the wake of the accident, but his youngest brother still knew every inch of the house. “You’ve checked all the hiding spots?”

“I know this house as well as he does, Brody.” A door slammed in the background. “And I can’t fucking find him. Unless he took a hike, he’s around here somewhere. His truck is still parked out front. Hell, so is the new girl’s sedan.”

“Check the barn and the studio apartment,” Brody said. He had a pretty good idea where Josh had gone. “And call me back. I’ll be waiting by my phone.”

Not getting a blowjob from the woman he could still taste on his lips.

Brody turned to face Kat. “I’m sorry.”

“That wasn’t about the kid on the mountain.”

Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on her shirt. And she’d also slipped back into her skirt.

“No,” he said. “My younger brother was in an accident. He’s had a rough recovery. He insisted we move him back home. But . . .”

His voice trailed off. She didn’t need to know the details of Josh’s short-­term memory loss, or the depression that had followed.

“And now he’s missing,” she said.

“Yeah, but he didn’t go far. The cars are still there. So is his caregiver, I’m guessing.”

“And chances are they’re together.”

“Yes.” Together and doing the things he wished he could do to her. But just in case Josh had wandered off into the woods surrounding his family’s property, or taken one of his sister’s rescue horses for a joy ride, Brody needed to wait by the phone. Heck, he’d drive down and start looking himself if he didn’t needed to be here to pick up the famous Dr. Westbury in the morning.

“I should go,” she said.

“Wait.” Brody stepped forward. The thought of watching the door close behind her without the promise of more felt downright wrong. Chalk it up to the fact that part of him still wanted her—­her mouth on him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped inside her. Or credit the fact that his desires lined up pretty damn well with hers, and one night wasn’t enough. Not even close.

“How long are you in town?” he asked, glancing around the room. He found a pad of paper with the hotel logo across the top and a matching pen on the desk. He quickly wrote his name and number on the top sheet, tore it off and held it out to her. “I’d like to see you again.”

Surprise stared back at him. Shit, maybe she’d only wanted a few hours with him. That thought stung, probably more than it should.

But then a smile, edged with sadness, replaced her wide-­eyed shock, and she took the paper from his hand.

“You’ll be seeing me again soon, Brody.”

Chapter 5

KAT SLID THE key card into the door while mentally listing the things she’d lost in Brody Summer’s hotel room. Her control—­she’d tossed that aside the minute he stripped her down and tied her up. Her plan to offer comfort, to listen to his problems—­as soon as he learned the kid was safe, she’d abandoned her good intentions.

And last, but not least, her underwear.

Opening the door, Kat headed for the king-­sized bed, flopped down on her stomach and buried her face in the pillows. She’d left her black lace thong behind. But the minutes after he’d received a call about his missing brother, also known as her future patient, hardly felt like the time to ask for help finding her panties. And she was admittedly still rattled from the way he’d taken over, calling the shots and issuing commands.

Spread your legs for me, Kat.

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