The late afternoon sun was a bruised orange, seeping across the grimy windows of the train station. A wispy blonde in contrast to her over-sized black Mercedes, Emily scanned the crowd unloading and her heart pounded, a wild drumbeat against her chest.Not for Samantha, her wife, but for Paul, Samantha's brother. He appeared, a huge grin spreading across his face, a duffel bag haphazardly slung over his shoulder. He walked with the familiarity of a predator-just that same languid ease that both unsettled her and thrilled Emily in about equal proportion."Paul," she called, her voice just a shade breathier than she meant to use. She opened the passenger door, an unspoken invitation.He drifted in, the lingering aroma of stagnant train air and something primal, and very much *him*, filling the cramped space. His eyes, identical to Samantha's in colour and intensity, raked hungrily across her. A glimmer of predatory lust shot across his face."Emily, dear. Looking well," he rumbled, spea
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