Tim almost wished it was just s*x between friends. It would be easier that way. Have a good tumble in bed and be on their separate ways. But from the moment he’d woken with his arm around Macy Tyler’s waist it hadn’t been that at all.
Stroking his hand over her, he’d at first been looking for foreignness. For some strange, sick feeling of making love to your sister. Sally had told him a little of what it was like and she’d had to stop him from taking on her whole family that instant.
Instead, Macy had felt as if he’d always known she would feel that way. Every curve was a new discovery and at the same time somehow an old acquaintance.
“Well? Because if that’s all this is, Harada, let me tell you exactly what you can—”
He kissed her. Tim had never found a way to stop the barrage of word
