If he’d knocked her up, he wouldn’t marry her but she and the baby wouldn’t want for a damned thing, and Dash would get to know his kid. His stomach cramped at the notion of having a baby with a stranger.

“Are the guys at your place?” Xander asked.

The question shook Dash from his disturbing thoughts. “They were out by the pool when I left.”

Xander folded his arms across his chest. “Any chance I’ll have a houseful of people soon?” he asked, not sounding happy about it.

“You never know.” Dash couldn’t stop the grin lifting the corners of his mouth at Xander’s predictable rection.

Dash had made it his life’s mission to drive his more solitary brother crazy by showing up uninvited, all the time. Xander was uptight and could use a good shaking up. But despite it all, they were close.

Now that Xander lived with his fiancée, Dash had stopped using his key and rang the bell instead. Unless he knew he wouldn’t be interrupting them. Linc’s car in the driveaway had indicated he’d been safe to enter today. He had no desire to walk in on Xander and Sasha doing shit he didn’t need to see.

“Dash! I didn’t know you were here, too.” Sasha flowed into the kitchen because that’s what his brother’s fiancee did. She glided across a room like the actress she was. Good thing she was equally down to earth, too.

“Hello, beautiful.” He winked at her and caught Xander’s glare.

Dash had every reason to suck up to Sasha. He’d crossed a line with Cassidy, Sasha’s best friend and former personal assistant, despite both Xander and Sasha warning him against making a move. Things between them had escalated out of control after Sasha had been hurt by her stalker. Cassidy had needed a shoulder to cry on and Dash had been admittedly struck dumb from the first time he’d laid eyes on her.

He’d acted with his dick and all his other body parts that were drawn to the California girl. Their one night had blown his mind and even for a guy who’d had more than his share of women, that was a huge understatement.

He’d woken up as sober as when he’d slid into her the night before. No drunk excuses. Sunlight was streaming into the hotel room, illuminating her silky blonde hair, porcelain skin and delicate profile that would inspire songs in his future, and he’d freaked the fuck out. Instead of acting like a man, he’d dressed and disappeared before she woke up. Things had been awkward since.