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smiling since she’d arrived in the room. If Skeeter had been a puppy, his tail would be wagging.
    Aaron raised a brow. “Don’t get too excited. Choices around here are pretty slim. It’ll probably be an early night.”
    Garret wasn’t sure if the warning tone in Aaron’s voice was for him or Skeeter, or both.
    “We’ll find somewhere, I’m sure. I’m just gonna go change. Be right back.” Silver turned, waltzing that heart-shaped ass through the door between their bedrooms.
    When she disappeared from view, Garret could finally wrestle his focus back, though the memory of those rounded leather-clad globes of hers remained. He realized the room had gone very quiet. He glanced at Skeeter and found him looking dazed. Then he dared a look at Aaron and found his face screwed up into a scowl.
    “I’ll go get my keys.” With one more unhappy-looking glance sent in their direction, Aaron turned and went back to his room, slamming the connecting door shut behind him.
    “Told ya sisters are off limits.” Garret looked at Skeeter.
    “He’ll get over it.” Skeeter shrugged and turned toward his duffle bag. “Maybe I should change clothes before we go out.”
    Garret shook his head at Skeeter, knowing exactly why he was reconsidering what he was wearing. That reason was currently in the next room peeling leather off her hot little body. Meanwhile, as Garret glanced in the mirror at his own shirt and jeans, which had seen better days, he was wondering the same thing as Skeeter.

Chapter Five
    Silver scowled at her brother as he eyed her with that look that made her want to punch him in the stomach like she used to when they were little and fighting.
    Aaron might as well be her father. Worse than that. He was acting like a perfectly nauseating blend of her mother and her father combined. Conservative. Boring. Their oldest brother wasn’t such a stick in the mud. He was cool. So how the hell did Aaron get to be one?
    “You got another drink?” Aaron frowned at Silver after she returned from the bar with a glass in her hand.
    Silver added judgmental to her list of adjectives describing Aaron as she took her seat again at the table. “Yes, Aaron, I got another drink. I’m not driving.”
    “Yeah, I know, but you already had two and it’s getting late.”
    “Late? It’s like nine.” She frowned at her brother.
    “I know, but we have to ride tomorrow so I’m not staying out too late.”
    “Fine. We won’t stay out too late. We can leave after this drink.”
    “I gotta hit the head before we go. I’ll be right back.” He shot the two other guys at the table what looked almost like a warning before heading for the bathroom at the back of the bar.
    Silver watched him walk away and then turned back to the two cowboys at the table with her. “He always this much fun?”
    Long-neck beer bottle poised halfway to his mouth, Garret shook his head. “Actually, he’s usually the first one to order a round of shots.”
    “Shots would be good.” Skeeter’s eyes lit up. He leaned closer to her. “I have a fake ID now.”
    Good God, this kid wasn’t even twenty-one yet? She hid her horror at how old that made her feel, even at twenty-four.
    “Good for you.” She kept her voice low but imbued it with all the enthusiasm she used for her classroom full of students.
    Leaning back, she glanced at Garret. He was a lot hotter in person than he looked the time she’d seen him on television. Of course, her opinion could be influenced tonight due to her jeans fitting too tight because of the damn gauze bandage wrapping her tattoo. The seam was pressing her hood ring and making it bump her clit every time she moved. Shit. If she didn’t relieve this pressure soon, she’d explode. Hell, if she rocked a bit in this chair she’d probably come. But actually, it would be really nice to have a partner in that.
    She eyed Garret again. He seemed like he’d make a really nice partner for what she had in mind. Nice firm muscles.