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Before he could ask her for the key, the door opened and Errin’s brother Calum appeared in the doorway in his dark blue pajama bottoms.

Calum slid a hand through his silver blonde hair before he crossed his arms in front of his broad bare chest and blocking their path. “What in the hell is going on here?”

“She needs to rest and elevate her ankle. Step aside.”

Brennan was no man for drama. Big brother dearest, who no doubt wanted to warn Brennan off from his sister, didn’t bother him. There was no need for that pissing match. He was not interested, so why partake in that whole song and dance?

“What do you mean? What happened?” Calum asked as he took a slight step aside. Before Brennan passed him, Calum grabbed Errin out of his arms.

“I can walk just fine, Cal. Just let me—”

Calum interrupted her, “No, Bunny. Dunno what happened, but you’re going to bed, like it or not.”

Errin replied by blowing away the few escaped honey strands from her braid out of her face. She made a big show out of her annoyance, and Brennan just suppressed a smirk. He followed the siblings into what had to be Errin’s bedroom and placed her crutches against the nightstand.

He never thought he’d ever step a foot inside her place, let alone her bedroom. As he expected, it wasn’t filled with flowery, girly shit.

A queen-sized bed dominated the room, and above the headboard was a poster of a silhouetted couple dancing, their bodies captured in contorted angles.

On her nightstand stood a photograph of Errin sandwiched in a bear hug with Calum and Conner. It took no effort to imagine her signature loud laugh as he looked twice at the picture.

Since he was here, Brennan figured he’d make sure she’d be okay. He pulled away the purple comforter, and Calum placed her in the middle of the bed. Brennan spotted some pillows on her bed and grabbed all of them in one big swoop.

“Okay, guys. I can do the rest by myself.”

Brennan ignored her grousing and placed three lavender pillows under her bare foot. He lingered his fingers on top of her still swollen and cold skin of her ankle. “You got peas in the freezer?”

“I’m on it,” Calum said.

Brennan took her ballet slippers from his back pockets and laid them on the floor next to her bedside table. He perched his sizeable frame on the side of the bed, making the bed dip so she had to place her hand on his bicep to not fall over to his side. She groaned, his sudden move tweaking her ankle.

“Shit. This is some fucked-up bed you have here.”

“There is nothing wrong with my bed, thank you very much. Perhaps my bed isn’t made for a six foot four guy who weighs two hundred and thirty pounds. Maybe you should lie off the chicken wings from Lucky?”

He snorted. “Six foot five. And two hundred and fifty pounds.”

He grinned when her eyes widened and roamed his muscular thighs, broad chest and iron pumped arms. He kept in shape, and she sure appreciated his physique—no doubt about it.

Errin cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes. “Well, my bed isn’t used to a big ape sitting on it. So scram.”

He guffawed at her bluntness, but she had another thing coming if she thought he’d let her dismiss him.

“Oh, what guys do you usual bring home then? Are you into the nerdy skinny type? Some guy that can’t even ripple this miserable bed?”

“If I had a type, it wouldn’t be an oversized, overbearing—”

She trailed off when Calum entered the room. He placed a mug on her bedside table and the sweet aroma of hot chocolate filled the air. Errin’s scowl made room for a loving smile for her big brother.

Damn, but Brennan wanted to be on the receiving end of that sweet smile.What the fuck?He’d been so sleep deprived that he was losing his mind. He got up from the bed and her hand jutted out to catch herself again.

Calum placed a fluorescent popsicle against her ankle. She grimaced. The ice-cold popsicle was relentless and didn’t mold to her skin.

“What the fuck is that?” Brennan asked.

Calum narrowed his eyes at Brennan. “What? Couldn’t find frozen peas in the freezer. So this will have to do for now. You got a better idea?”

Errin shifted her foot on the pillow and scrunched her face up.


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