“Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?”

“You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!”

“You want company, sugar?”Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she could only nod.“Good answer. You saved yourself a fight.”

“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”

“Why had she set limits like no sex? I want sex.”

“You’re so damn big,” she whispered.“Why, thank you cariño,” he said.”

“I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”“At all times?” She glanced at the cuffs clipped to his leathers. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” And why the heck was she arguing with him. Mine, mine, mine.“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.”