“The couch?” Molly’s shaky voice brought him back to reality.

Jenny didn’t move. Didn’t respond. Her hands clung to the couch cushion as if the idea of him sleeping under the same roof was dangerous. And it was.

He took a long breath and pulled out his phone. “Pizza and wine is on me. We’ll figure out what to do so I don’t have to sleep on the couch another night.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” Molly rubbed her hands on her thighs. “Work trip for two weeks.” She jumped up and paced. “We should have a bottle of wine in the kitchen. I’ll grab it and some glasses.”

If he did spend a second night, it would be just him and Jenny? His mind raced. The idea was too much to comprehend. He had spent years avoiding her temptation, and now he could barely stay away. Why? Because he’d put her in danger?

Molly started down the hall. “I can’t believe someone followed us in Disney World.”

He watched his sister then turned back to Jenny. “We have to talk tonight. Hang tight.”

He followed Molly, and she spun. Her lip quaked. “I hate this stuff, Ash. I need a minute to wrap my head around it, then I’ll be fine. Okay?”

She clung to the door jamb in the kitchen. She liked her privacy, and every time he dropped a bomb on her, she needed a few minutes on her own, then his kid sister was back. “Got it.”

If any of the tabloid magazines had a clue that he was getting booted back and forth by the two women he was trying to take care of, they’d have a field day. Two different ladies. Two different, very raw feelings bit at his mind. Protecting them both was crucial. He wanted to go all patriarchal on Molly and all alpha possessive over Jenny.

Rubbing palms into his eyes, Asher tried to think of anything besides Jenny’s pouty, pink lips.

He rounded the corner blind and slammed into soft, luscious curves. Instinct took over. He caught Jenny and pivoted. She found her balance, back against the wall. His left hand landed high above her head. His right caged around her waist. They stood the closest they’d ever been. Decadent warmth radiated from her body. Whoa, she smelled sweet. Delicious and mouthwatering. Butterscotch and vanilla.

He swallowed away an immediate urge to breathe her in and remembered his quickly fading rule don’t cross the line. “Where were you going?”

Her long eyelashes fluttered. “It’d be better if I stayed somewhere else tonight. Let you two do the sibling thing. Ya know, a McIntyre family slumber party.”

“Is that what you want to do?”