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be ladies’ night at Brad’s Place. Jay grinned. “Uh, I need a favor.”

Brad shoved a hand through his already disheveled hair—another anomaly—and sighed. “Fine, you

might as well come in.”

Jay squeezed past his brother and entered the house. A petite red-head popped out of the bedroom,

wearing the tiniest nighty he’d ever seen. Or maybe it just seemed tiny because the little beauty was

so…chesty.

“Brad, sweetie, are you coming back to bed?” In a sing-song voice she teased, “I’m all hot and

anxious.”

“Mara, I’ll be right there, just give me a few minutes, okay, sweetie?”

Jay stared, shocked to the core that his brother had a woman in his house and was about to get busy .

He shouldn’t be shocked, though. Brad was a grown man, six years his senior and clearly not celibate. It

was just that Brad dated very few women. The times he did date, Brad always kept it private. He was a

quiet, secretive person by nature. Being a doctor probably made him even more careful of the women he

chose.

As the red-head bounced her way back into the bedroom, disappearing from sight, Brad turned to him

and grumbled, “Make it quick, will ya?”

Jay couldn’t stop his grin from spreading. “So, where’d you get little Miss Pom-poms?”

Brad rolled his eyes and plopped onto the couch. “First, I didn’t get her anywhere. I met her at the

library. Second, quit staring at her chest, you sick perv.”

Jay cocked his head to the side. “Who said anything about her chest?”

“Pom-poms?” Brad sneered.

“I only meant to say she looked like a cheerleader, that’s all.”

“Whatever,” Brad growled, growing meaner by the second. “What favor did you need?”

Jay sat in the chair across from his brother. He liked his brother’s place, but it wasn’t at all his style. It

was way too modern and sterile looking. “I need Haley’s address,” Jay blurted.

Brad stared at him for a tense few seconds. “I shouldn’t, you know.”

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Jay slumped and rested his head in his hands, feeling very much on the ragged edge. “I know. And I

wouldn’t ask, but damn I miss her. I need to see her. Like, yesterday.”

Brad started to talk, but the phone rang, interrupting whatever he was about to say. He leaned toward