Jane gulps more wine. “Done!” She pounds the bottle on the table while her brothers applaud. My lip lifts and a bright smile overtakes her features. “We make a good team, don’t we?” “Hell yeah.” I eye her pink lips. Flush sneaks up her neck, and she almost touches her skirt, forgetting her hands are bloodied. I catch her wrist. Her breastbone caves. “Oh.” My cock almost hardens. Fuck. “That’s all for tonight,” Charlie tells us and tosses Jane more napkins. He stands up, cane in hand.
