Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

should I say spying on us?”
    Shit. So much for keeping a low profile.
    He twisted his head to glance down the street, then nodded at a man taking long strides toward them. She squinted, not because of any direct light but because of the appearance of the other man.
    No. It can’t be. This gorgeous hunk of a man has a twin? No way can there be two men this hot.
    The replica of the sexy blond man standing in front of her pickup didn’t waste a moment getting over to them. He wore faded jeans, like the first man, with a simple white T-shirt that outlined the muscles in his chest and abdomen. His tanned arms made the shirt appear even whiter. Boots that had seen better days completed his modern-day cowboy look. But cowboy, as she was beginning to learn, was more a state of mind than just wearing boots. Both of these men were cowboys. It showed in their mannerisms, their sun-bronzed skin, and the easy way they fit into their surroundings.
    The twin had the same striking blue eyes, the same flowing blond hair, and a body rivaling the other man’s. But even in the first few moments of sizing them up she could tell their personalities were miles apart. The silent one that had banged on the hood narrowed his eyes at her while the other one greeted her with a smile that would light up the darkest room. The friendly one stopped a few feet from the driver’s side, fisted his hands on his hips like Adonis looking down from Olympus, and broadened his electric grin.
    “Hi. Looks like my brother couldn’t stand it any longer.” He came forward and leaned on the glass of the partially opened window. On closer inspection, his eyes were the same spectacular blue as his twin’s but a bit darker in shade. While his twin’s eyes could’ve launched heat-seeking missiles aimed to destroy her, his eyes sparkled with amusement rather than being clouded with suspicion.
    “Your brother?” She closed her eyes, wincing at her stupidity. What else could they be but brothers? Clones?
    His laugh was deep and throaty, filled with a richness that any woman would die for. “What else would he be? My clone?”
    He laughed again, and she couldn’t help but smile. He was gregarious, the kind of person who could make others smile without trying. She glanced at the first Adonis. His brother, on the other hand, seemed guarded, even his smiles controlled. He’d kept his intense gaze on her the entire time, and it was starting to make her feel uneasy.
    “Don’t let my little brother bother you. Reese is the brooding type. All bark with very little bite.” He stuck out his hand and added, “I’m Blane Rawlins.”
    Little brother? There was nothing little about either one of them. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze slipped down from his belt before she realized she’d done it. No doubt there was nothing little about his cock, either.
    She wrenched her attention away from Blane’s crotch. Ignoring his hand and keeping the window opened only half the way, she focused what other men had called her “stone-cold glare” at Reese and summoned the nerve to challenge him. “I’m sorry if my presence made you or anyone else uncomfortable, but I didn’t know it was against the law to sit in my pickup.”
    “It’s not against the law. You can sit in your pickup ’til hell freezes over. It’s the watching part that’s got people upset.” Reese arched an imperious eyebrow at her.
    He was egging her on. She knew it, and he knew she knew it. But should she take him up on it? He clenched his teeth, the muscle in his jaw working.
    They were two sides of one coin. While Reese acted like he couldn’t stand the sight of her, Blane appeared to be more than interested. He’d taken a good hard look at her, whipping his gaze over her body several times. She could feel his scrutiny on her skin.
    “Again. Don’t mind my brother. In fact, I’d be happy to show you around Forever.”
    She needed to leave, but she just couldn’t bring herself to back the pickup out of the parking space. Something about Blane made her want to trust him. She gave him a genuine smile, rolled the window all the way down, and stuck her hand out. “Nice to meet you, Blane. I’m…Candy Cane.”
    Reese’s laugh had heads turning to stare at them. “You can’t be serious. No one’s called Candy Cane. Come on. What’s your real name?”
    She swallowed hard and faked a hurt expression. No way would she ever tell them that she and Shannon had spent many hours as teens