Yes, unfortunately, I’d already seen what was underneath his clothes—a six-pack of abs, and a large hoo-ha between his legs. Like that was a memory I’d soon forget.

Placing one hand on my hip, I fought for control of my body’s reaction to his incredibly masculine one. “Aren’t doctors supposed to have more . . .” My lips twitched, looking for the right word.

“Bedside manner?” he offered after a moment.

“Tact,” I deadpanned before my brain could fixate too much on the way he said bed.

The knock at the door grabbed our attention. Allie was here.

Thank freaking God. I snatched my postage-stamp-sized purse from the counter on my way to the front door.

“Are you guys ready?” Allie asked, looking adorable in a black shift dress.

Cannon stepped into his size 12 black dress shoes and slipped his cell into his pocket. The movement drew my eyes to the front of his dress slacks, and my face heated.

Dammit.

Allie drove since she was the one who invited us. When we arrived, the valet whisked her car away while we climbed the steps to the stunning museum where the event was being held. I’d only been here once, on a class field trip almost two decades ago.

Tail-coated waiters weaved through the crowd, balancing glasses of pink champagne on serving trays, and platters of enticing food lined the long banquet tables on the far side of the room. A seven-piece band played soft jazz, creating a rich, cultured atmosphere. Pretty people mingled and laughed and made small talk. I recognized the song playing as one by Dean Martin, and smiled as Allie flagged down a nearby waiter, grabbing glasses of bubbly for the three of us.

“How’s it going so far, roomies?” Allie smiled, looking between me and her brother.

I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat. “Fine,” I lied. I was terrified my face was going to betray my growing attraction for the man who was currently standing way too fucking close to me.

“Paige has been great,” Cannon said smoothly. “Very welcoming.”

“There’s not many people I’d trust to take in my little brother,” Allie said.

“You do realize I’m a grown man?” Cannon asked pointedly.

Allie merely shrugged. She’d always been that way with him—an overprotective mother hen. In a way, I felt a little bad for him, although her intentions were good.

“Did you sign up yet?” Allie nudged me with her elbow and gave me a side-eyed glance.

Not this shit again. I inwardly groaned. If she was so happy with her love life, why did she feel the need to try to orchestrate mine?

“Not yet,” I murmured, taking another sip of my drink. My gaze drifted to the stage as I tried to lose myself in the music.

“What are you talking about?” Cannon asked.

“An awesome dating app. I’m trying to get Paige back out in the game.”

Cannon stiffened, his narrowed eyes finding mine in an appraising look, as if there was something he didn’t like about the idea of me dating.

“I mean, she’s gorgeous. Right, Cannon?” Allie asked.

“Stunning,” he said, continuing to stare directly into my eyes. That sizzling connection I’d experienced before returned with full force, making the nape of my neck tingle. His attention was too much, and I had to look away.

“Seriously, Paige,” Allie continued. “Your days of being a nun are over. I’m not going to stop until you’ve signed up.”

“You’ve never bugged me about this,” Cannon said.

“That’s because if you started dating seriously, I’d have something to say about that. You’re so close to completing med school, Cannon. You’ve made it this far; any distractions now would just be stupid. Especially given your track record.”

I looked out onto the stage, the blood pumping so loudly in my ears, I could barely hear the music. Maybe coming out with them tonight had been a bad idea.

“I’m going to get some air.” Cannon strode away.

Allie heaved out a sigh. “He’s been through a lot these past few weeks. It’ll blow over. It always does.”

I got the sense that something had happened that I wasn’t privy to. Something that made Allie even more protective of Cannon than she usually was. The way he’d stormed off made me sympathetic. That, and I didn’t want Allie pressuring me about her stupid dating site again. I would welcome any escape route from that conversation.

“Did something happen? With Cannon?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s a twenty-four-year-old man, Al. Surely he can handle dating on top of school and work if he wants to.”

Allie’s gaze turned from the stage and onto mine, and she chewed on her lip. “I shouldn’t say anything, but he’s had a string of bad luck. He attracts some real psychos.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say. Was Allie just blowing it out of proportion? Her belief that no one was good enough for her amazing younger sibling wasn’t exactly a secret. But what if she was telling the truth? What was I even supposed to do with that information?

At any rate, I didn’t want to stir up shit in the middle of a fancy party. Whether Allie was micromanaging Cannon’s life was their own family business; they could argue about it later if they wanted to. So I just said, “Really? That sucks.”

Allie looked like she wanted to say something else, then just nodded, her lips pursed.

We sipped our drinks for a few more minutes. Soon Cannon wandered back. The tension in his brow from earlier was gone, and he seemed relaxed and himself again.