Shit on a cracker. I did not need this.

I took another step back. “I’m headed to the kitchen. I’ll make some coffee. I can bring you water.”

“No. It’s okay.” That lost look returned, still better than fear. Or the screams. Damn, she had a set of pipes on her. “I’ll, well, I might as well get up, too.”

I didn’t move right away. Her eyes had fallen to my chest. My abs. Something stirred in my dick and that woke me up.

Her body was the kind men like me dreamed of. Thick thighs, tits bigger than a handful. There’d be softness in her stomach and her hips. Plenty to grab on to, and maybe that wasn’t some men’s type, but I’d always loved a woman with size to her. Not so… breakable.

Except she’d been broken recently, and I was being a fucking asshole.

“Right.” I cleared my throat and turned, grabbed her door handle. “I’ll be downstairs, then. Come down when you’re ready and once you wake up, I can give you a tour. Of the house and the neighborhood, if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Kane.”

I shook my head and tried to clear my brain. Images of her body were the last thing I needed on my mind.

This woman needed my help.

My sister needed her head examined.

And me?

I didn’t need to be fucking ogling a woman in my house.

No matter how damn sexy she looked barely dressed in one of my beds.

I closed her door behind me harsher than I should have and hurried to my bedroom, where I threw on shorts and a Vipers T-shirt.

By the time I was downstairs, water was running in the guest bathroom, clueing me in that Emmersyn was out of bed and getting ready.

What the fuck was happening? I hadn’t reacted to a woman like that in three years. More than, really. But the last woman I needed to be reacting to was this one.

I had minutes to get my dick calmed down and my head in the right frame of space.

Good thing I excelled under pressure.

By the time soft, hesitant footsteps echoed along my wood floor, I had my protein smoothie prepped and ready for the blender, eggs scrambled in a bowl, and spinach and mushrooms chopped to add to them. My blender was insanely loud, so I waited until Emmersyn came down so I didn’t frighten her with the noise.

Given how hesitant she looked, hands at the hem of an oversized T-shirt with Rolling Stones stamped on the front and wearing a pair of black leggings, I was glad I waited.

“Hey. You hungry at all? I was getting breakfast ready.”

She scanned the vegetables and eggs and turned up her nose. “I’ll have coffee. Thanks.”

“Not a fan of eggs?”

“Vegetables,” she replied, and her lips pushed into a quick smile. “Where’s your coffee maker? I can get it started?”

I pointed to the far edge of my kitchen. “Keurig is in the corner back there. Coffee pods and mugs are above it.”