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“Need some help, honey?”

Elise gave him her best smile. “You'll pull it.”

“Nope, I'm a great hair brusher. Ask my nieces. They all vie for Uncle

Ross to brush their hair whenever I see them.”

Elise handed it over and let him lead her back to the bedroom where he

lowered her on the carpeted floor in front of the chair he eased himself

into. She sat back between his naked thighs and shivered at the feel of the

hair on his legs against her ribs and arms. He patiently worked at the knots

and tangles un...