Back at the cottage they were greeted by Abby on her morning visit and Rose felt relieved.

‘Hey, you two; well this looks domestic. What are you doing here?’ Abby grinned at her brother, who then ruffled her hair as he passed, carrying the bag of supplies. The girls followed him in.

‘Slave for a day.’ Rose answered as casually as she could, trying not to fixate on that pert ass walking in front of her; he reached around for her key as he got to the door and without thinking she handed it to him, their hands brushing lightly and sending another wave of fluttering tingles through her.

Jerk!...