" He was losing the battle. He felt the last threads of control slipping from his grasp. And Rafe’s mind transitioned from denial to damage control. But that tiny shift opened the floodgates on a desire unlike any he’d ever known before. “What…what about your brother?” She laughed. “He’s not my type.” “Mia.” She glanced around the empty elevator. “Do you see my brother? I don’t see my brother. "
― Skye Jordan , Dirty Score (Rough Riders Hockey, #3)