The last time she’d had Rylan over for dinner, she’d lived in a cramped little one-bedroom near campus and had been dating Frazer. Rylan had planned to bring his girlfriend but she’d come down with the flu. That had left the three of them to feast on a family sized pizza the guys had ordered. They’d all sipped cheap Chianti and played video games until the wee hours of the morning. That was the night she’d begun to see that Frazer wasn’t the guy for her. Even at three in the morning after all that wine he hadn’t been able to let go and act goofy. Rylan was way more fun, but he was also Frazer’s brother. Although she’d ended the relationship with Frazer years ago, she still felt uneasy having sexy thoughts about Rylan. That didn’t stop her from having them, though. Watching him sitting at her kitchen table working intently on his laptop stirred her blood. She should concentrate on the broccoli florets, red peppers and yellow squash she was slicing for the pasta primavera instead of looking at Rylan every few minutes.
