Page 61 of Cabin Fever Baby

The man ripped off the balaclava and his dark hair went wild around his face.

His very fucking famous face.

A face that had been on a ton of magazines, billboards, and posters across the world.

“Get your fucking hands off my sister!” He skidded through the entryway on the puddles we’d left behind along with the snow he’d brought with him.

He righted himself on the bench by the door then he headed our way.

I whirled on Ocean, who was drowning in my thermal, her pants still twisted around her ankles.

“Q! Back off.” She stumbled forward and I caught her before she faceplanted.

“Who are you?” Quentin Hawkins stood mere inches from me, his fists curled at his sides.

There was no way to make this make sense or to not have to zip my damn pants before I flashed my cock at one of the most famous musicians in the known universe.

I buttoned my jeans and finished zipping which only made Quentin’s tiger eyes flash all the more.

Beyond the fact that he was famous, he was Ocean’s brother, and I’d just obviously had intense sex with her.

And I was a stranger.

“Ocean, what’s going on here?” Quentin’s famously raspy voice had gone a full octave lower with anger.

“I take it you haven’t talked to Kent.”

He folded his arms over his chest, his fists still tight below the bulging arms. “No, I was just busting my ass to get here because I thought you were trapped all alone in a snowstorm, not having a fuck-a-thon.”

“Jesus, Q.” She eased around me, flashing those incredible eyes at me with trepidation. “You’re such a jerk.” But she gave him a quick hug and turned him around to face the door.

He whipped his head around to stare at me coldly. “Who is this guy?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, I’m waiting.” But at least he turned away.

Ocean rushed back to our pile of clothes. She kept shooting me furtive looks as she swapped her shirt quickly and handed me mine.

I took it wordlessly.

So many things made sense now.

Why the hell hadn’t she told me?

I would have understood.

The personal assistant job, the travel, the secrecy—all of it crashed down on me.

That she didn’t trust me to tell me something so vital to her.

“You probably can’t see?—”

“Not you. Her.” Quentin’s voice sliced through the room, cutting me off. “I don’t know you.”

“Q!”

“What? I don’t. You could be some psycho using my sister. Hurting her for all I know.”