AS I LEFT THE DINING room, I thought about Sinclair. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, with those heart-stopping green eyes, the cascade of reddish-brown hair, and unforgettable lips, but obviously a feisty little wench. I wasn’t sure what kind of relationship my brother had with her, but I knew one thing – it definitely wasn’t s****l. A satisfied woman wouldn’t have undressed me with that kind of hunger in her eyes. Not like Sinclair had.
Besides, my brother was so gay, he couldn’t even think straight.
Chuckling to myself, I went upstairs to search for Sela and found her in one of the five guestrooms, standing over a suitcase in nothing but a hot pink pushup b*a and lacy thong panties.
I cleared my throat. “Looks like I arrived just in time.”
She turned around, her eyes blazing. “I
