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Noah stood with his back to the door, straining to stay calm. Jake paced in front of him, his hand slashing through the air with every word.
“Did you think you could hide this from me? She’s my sister! The second I saw you look at her when she asked you what kind of coffee you wanted, I knew.”
Jake stopped in front of him and whirled to face him. “Tell me now how long this has been going on and what the hell your intentions are?” Jake was vibrating with anger.
Noah didn’t think it would be particularly helpful if he was too direct about how he felt—Lily turned him inside out, his body needed her as much as it needed air. He’d do anything for her. No, he thought perhaps that wasn’t how he should word his feelings when it came to Jake. He heard footsteps coming up the path to the door
