Eliot moved up beside his twin. He knew that look in Lindsey's eyes and didn't like it directed at the girl. It was as if Lindsey had totally forgotten about the man back at the whorehouse. What if she complained to him? What if she was just pretending to be this innocent?

He leaned against Lindsey, slipping a hand under his brother's shirt and caressing his chest. "Be nice, Linds," he whispered in his ear. "She's not like I was. And she can get us in trouble."