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demand anything from Caleb. Rather than speak, McBride nodded and followed Caleb inside. He rolled his eyes when his gaze lingered on his slack-covered butt. Damn, but the man had the nicest ass McBride had ever seen.
    Before he could get a word out, Caleb’s brothers came pouring down the stairs, all talking at once.
    “Hold on! One at a time.” Caleb pointed to Bailey.
    “We kept an eye on him until he was back with his group. They’re gone now.”
    “And the valet is still up there?”
    “Yeah.” Gannon nodded. “He’s keeping watch over the whole farm.”
    Devon looked around, frowning. “Where’s the thrall?”
    McBride couldn’t wait to hear this explanation.
    “I put him up in Ollie’s old house.”
    “What? Why?” Ollie had clearly been on the other side of the upper deck since he hadn’t seen where Caleb had gone.
    “I’m not about to bring him in here when I have no idea what they’ve put him up to.” Caleb shook his head. “I might be new to this particular game, but I’m no idiot.”
    McBride had to agree with that sentiment. If he’d been thinking clearly, he wouldn’t have wanted the thrall anywhere near them until they knew his story. For all they knew, he could be wired to spy on them, or rigged to explode, or intent on sexing Caleb up and then killing him while he dozed in ball-empty bliss. To his surprise, McBride had to realize that Caleb was far beyond a keen strategist. He was able to use his considerable intellect to think like the criminals and then plan effective strategies to circumvent them. For the first time, McBride realized he was attracted to Caleb for more than just his body or his love for his brothers. Caleb was smart. And that was unbelievably sexy.
    “Why did they give him to you?”
    “As a gift, supposedly.” Caleb scratched at the back of his neck. “Let’s go in the parlor. I want to sit down.”
    Everyone, including McBride, went into the parlor. He took a position behind the bar. “Do you want a drink?”
    “Yeah. A whisky, if you wouldn’t mind.”
    “I don’t.” McBride poured liquor into two squat glasses then gave one to Caleb. When he nodded to the cushion next to him on the couch, McBride took a seat. He didn’t sit too close to Caleb because he didn’t want to crowd him, but he was close enough he could smell his body and that spicy soap he favored.
    Everyone else got drinks and settled around on the couches and chairs, their attention turned eagerly to Caleb, who seemed to be quite happy to be the focus.
    “Okay, where to start? Well, they want me to lead them.”
    “Lead them where?”
    “Not to somewhere but lead them here.”
    “On the farm?” Bailey asked before McBride could.
    “He didn’t really say, and he wasn’t keen on giving me a lot of information, not until or unless I agree to become their leader.” Caleb sipped his whisky and sighed.
    “Which is smart, if you think about it,” Renner said. “They aren’t going to spill their plans to you on the off chance you’ll just spill them to us.”
    “Right. Well, that’s part of it. They want me to bring all of you into the fold, so to speak.” Caleb took another sip of his whisky and grinned. “That is so good it’s practically dancing down my throat.”
    McBride only nodded. He was too twisted up to speak. His whisky stayed in his glass, untouched. He was afraid it would loosen his tongue, and that wouldn’t help the situation with Caleb at all.
    “They want to join our two groups?” Judging by the frown on Devon’s face, he wasn’t too thrilled with the idea.
    “Yes.”
    “Why you?” Quintus asked. He had his hand high on Renner’s thigh, not so high he was stroking him off, but he was damn close. It was possessive and intimate, just how McBride wanted to be sitting with Caleb.
    “They think I’m the leader.”
    “And that you’re keeping McBride as a pet.” Renner slapped his hand over his mouth, but he was far too late.
    Caleb’s eyes narrowed