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Desire and Nan had their heads together. “Well, tell him,” Nan said, elbowing Desire. “Fine. Hey, Sawyer, you look hot. Why don’t you take off your shirt?” Desire goaded. Blushing, Stephanie laughed while his aunt covered her face. “Great idea,” Sawyer hollered back. He made a show of lifting his shirt, keeping his gaze locked on Stephanie’s face. Her gaze remained glued to his torso, making every bead of perspiration feel like gas for a flame. He lifted the material over his head, then dropped it at his feet. He grinned at Stephanie, whose mouth had dropped open. She swallowed, then smiled. “Woo-hoo! Now your jeans!” Desire yelled, clapping.