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wrote. Nothin' could be that
bad."
    Pax rested his chin on her shoulder, sucking
on her neck before whispering into her ear. "But now we know.
Everythin'."
    His hand trailed along her thigh, pushing the
blanket up as he went. She stuttered, flustered for what to say.
They could be playing her, getting her to admit to something first,
because they had no idea what she'd written.
    "What I want to know is, did you write those
things when we were together?" Caleb drawled.
    "I don't know what you're talking about," she
denied, trying to stand up. They both held her firm, keeping their
positions. Only moments earlier she melted at their touch, but now
she needed some space.
    "Oh, sweetheart, your nose is growin'." Pax
tapped the tip of her nose, grinning. "I have to admit, I was
shocked but, fuck, your words make me hard as nails."
    "Oh God," she groaned, another one swiftly
following when Caleb cupped her sex. His finger swept along her
folds, sliding easily through the cream of her lust. He removed it
quickly, smirking when she whined.
    "We need to finish talking. Then we can play
some more."
    Pax nibbled at the delicate skin on her
shoulder, lapping at the tender path he'd left. He certainly proved
to be the more demanding, more aggressive out of the two men when
it came to sex.
    "It took us four months before we finally
found your books, and I'm pretty sure we've read every erotic
cowboy one there is."
    "But how?" she asked, disbelief clouding her
thoughts. "How did you even know to look? My father thinks I'm a
journalist. Why don't you?"
    Caleb's hand tightened around hers, his voice
husky when he spoke. "You didn't take everythin' with you you left.
You forgot to wipe the laptop."
    Sydney hung her head. "I see."
    "Syd, I needed answers when you cut and ran.
I had no clue why you ditched me, baby. I searched, eventually
finding a file on my laptop. I remembered you used it while the
shop repaired yours. It was only a couple of chapters, but it was
enough to make me understand." He hooked a finger under her chin,
lifting her head. "Kickin' my ass to the curb was shitty. Real
shitty. I deserve an explanation."
    Her throat closed, causing her words to sound
tight, strangled. "I was confused, my feelings so mixed up."
    Caleb raised a brow when Pax kissed the back
of her neck. It soothed her to have them close. The truth would
hurt Caleb, though it was time to get it out and stop hiding.
    "If you knew why I left—why I couldn't marry
you, why didn't you come and find me?"
    "Not our place, baby," Caleb answered.
"You're the one who bolted like a newborn colt. Think about it, the
first time we try anything you turn us away—"
    "And vomit," Pax added.
    "Yeah, and that. Then you end it all, packin'
up your stuff, never to return. Why would I chase you when I'm
still not sure what it is you want? Sure, I can read, but I'm not
stupid enough to think that's what you want. You left me! I put a
ring on your finger, you seemed happy. Damn, we were happy,
Syd, but then you pack up a leave without a single
explanation."
    "I came back," she protested, ignoring the
pain that oozed from his words.
    "I guess you did, but you never came back to me ."
    She met his green eyes, seeing nothing but
hurt swimming in them. Remorse had her stomach churning.
    "Oh, if only you knew the times I came hoping
to see you. Shit! Caleb, you were never around when I came
home."
    "I was. I watched you." He linked their
hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Every damn
time."
    Shrugging Pax off, she held Caleb's face with
her free hand. His stubble scratched her palm, and he trembled
beneath her touch. "Hurting you was the last thing I wanted; when I
left I thought that would stop the pain—that you could find someone
else. I couldn't marry you feeling the way I did. It would have
been so unfair to both of us. What I felt was just too strong."
    "And what was that?"
    "Wrong," she stated bluntly. "It felt wrong
to want you both so badly . I refused