I suddenly thought about the way he'd kissed me and the way I'd reacted to him. Neither of us had spoken about it afterward, and I certainly wasn't about to start the moming off on that topic. When I'd thought it over later, I wondered if he was perhaps testing me. Trying to see if I'd be faithful to his brother or willing to flirt with any guy who crossed my path. Yet his kiss had been so intense, so passionate, it was hard to believe it had been merely a test.

What did it matter? I finally decided. It had been.a fluke. An aberration. It wouldn't happen again. I...