Lexie by Kimberly Dean Page B

his breastbone came out in a whoosh.
    As they’d painfully covered, Lexie had been adopted.
    Cam’s heart pounded faster as he considered the two of them again. There was no mistaking it now. They were sisters, a perfect match. What were the odds? He could only imagine Lexie’s reaction when she’d come here and found this woman…
    She shouldn’t have been alone for that. After this morning, she was vulnerable enough as it was.
    Yeah, what were the odds?
    Wariness slowly overrode his surprise, and his attention became more critical. As identical as the women seemed to be, there were differences. The one dressed in black and denim was a full-on seductress. She was as comfortable with her sexuality as the leather boots she wore. Lexie, on the other hand, was still in her work clothes—or some of them. She’d stripped out of her jacket, down to the light blue camisole underneath. It was softer and more feminine than the low-cut tank her sister wore. Just like she was.
    As analytical as he was trying to be, Cam felt his mouth water.
    The way she moved… Sweet mercy . It was sensual rather than steamy. Understated rather than blatant. And it turned him on faster than a touch straight to his groin.
    Tension gripped him as her hips swayed to and fro. Laughing at something the other woman said, she lifted her arms over her head, pulling the blue silk tighter over her full breasts. Together, they did a simultaneous swivel that had him hardening to the point it was painful. Looking like this, happy and carefree, Lexie was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.
    And every man in the bar knew it.
    Possessiveness hit him like a sucker punch. What the fuck was she doing up there?
    Bulldozing through the crowd, he made his way to the bar. This wasn’t her. What had her double said or done to make her think this was a good idea? Hell, she wasn’t thinking, and that was a bad sign. Lexie always thought. She thought too much.
    He worked his way around a guy with a bandana tied around his head and got an elbow in his side for his efforts. He threw one right back. She might be out of her element here, but he’d grown up in places worse than this hole-in-the-wall. He had size on his side now, and he was a heck of a lot meaner. It didn’t take much to move the beer-bellied crowd out of his way.
    He planted himself in front of the bar but felt his knees go wobbly as he looked up at her. This close, she was irresistible. All softness and sex wrapped into one.
    “Lexie,” he called, his voice like sandpaper.
    She didn’t hear him. The music was too loud, and she’d shut her eyes to listen to the rhythm. The way she was moving made him think of one thing and one thing only. Hot, sweaty, slow thrusts…
    Fuck. “Lexie.”
    She opened her eyes dreamily. A man next to him let out a groan. Cam would have done the same, but he had to get her off that perch. She was exposed, she was vulnerable and she was drunk.
    He caught her ankle to get her attention.
    She jumped and nearly lost her balance. He tried to catch her, but she righted herself clumsily. Her lips flattened in anger as she looked down into the sea of faces before her. Instinctively, Cam lifted his forearm to protect himself from a kick.
    Fortunately, she recognized him before that happened.
    Unfortunately, she wasn’t happy about it. Her face flared and her smile dimmed.
    “Come on, Lexie,” he said. “Get down from there.”
    The expression on her face could only be described as horror. Inhibition came over her like a nun’s robe, and she stopped dancing. Stopped smiling and stopped flirting. “What are you doing here?”
    “I came for you.”
    She frowned and took a step in the other direction. “No.”
    A jab hit Cam in the kidney. “Hey, buddy. Quit cuttin’ in on the action.”
    Action, his ass. This crowd wasn’t getting any more action, at least not out of one of these women. “We need to talk,” he said more firmly.
    “No, we don’t.”
    He watched as she rubbed