"Well alright," she blushed, thinking of Marcus swimming in his speedo the previous summer. "I'll see you at home."

With that, Marcus left the restaurant and Norah headed back to her co-workers, eager to wrap up her evening and get back to her house.

"I didn't know you had a brother," the only remaining bartender commented between the last few sips of her beer.

"Well, he's a step-brother. But it's like the same thing."

"I don't know Norah; I have a brother and a step-brother. If the step-brother looked like THAT? Geez, I can only imagine what might have happened."

Norah flushed red and felt dirty, as his appearance that...