upright, wincing when a dull pain stabbed through her right side. Shock kept
her from jumping off the bed as she traced her hand up her ribs, fingering the bandage taped to
her skin. It couldn’t be. The cougar, the coyotes…the men.
A mixture of anger and disbelief got her moving, and she swung her legs over the side of
the bed, grabbing the headboard as she pushed to her feet, tightening her grasp when the room
tilted beneath her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the motion to stop before taking a tentative
step forward. A cool draft breezed over her and she looked down, finally realizing she was
dressed in her black panties but nothing else.
“Come morning, the moon won’t be the only thing going down.”
Anger tipped the scale and she marched forward, snagging a stray shirt off the back of a
chair as she headed out of the room. She worked at the buttons as she stalked down the hall,
drawn by the faint echo of voices near the end. The boys had more than just a bit of explaining to
do, and without cougars or wounds to distract her, she was damn well going to get some answers.
She rounded the corner and stumbled to a halt, her breath hitching as she took in the
scene. The men were talking near the fire, dressed only in jeans, the tops of which hung open,
baring an inch of pale skin between the two edges. The rest of their clothes were stacked on a
chair just off to the right, the arms of the shirts grazing the floor. The light from the fire danced
along their bodies, accentuating the strong, rippling muscles in their arms and the firm lines
across their chests and stomachs.
“Damn.”
Though she’d barely breathed the word, both men turned their heads, those golden eyes
matching the blaze of the fire. She felt the heat flash through her, making her toes tingle against
the cold wooden floor. Liquid arousal rushed along her veins, and she knew the moment her
moisture eased along her silky lips to dampen her panties. The brothers closed their eyes on a
low grunt, inhaling deeply before staring at her again, their mouths curling into matching feral
grins.
They moved slightly apart, twisting until they were fully facing her. Their gazes swept
down her body, lingering at the edge of the shirt before slowly creeping back up, their tongues
darting out to trace their upper lips. They both took what looked like an involuntary step forward,
before Caden seemed to snap out of the haze. He flicked his brother in the wrist, stopping the
man in his tracks. Talon glanced over at him then sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Caden nodded at her. “You’re up. That’s good.” He cleared his throat as if it was a strain
to talk. “How are you feeling?”
Rebecca gave herself a mental slap to get her head back on track. Getting lost in the
gravelly tones of his voice or the way his eyes pleaded with her wasn’t going to get her any
answers, though the increasing bulge in his pants certainly looked promising.
She crossed her arms on her chest, wincing as the movement tugged against her side.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Talon’s mouth pulled tighter as his gaze fell to the bottom of her shirt. “Yes, you are.”
Caden slapped him on the back of his head, murmuring something she couldn’t make out.
She stared at the men, not sure what the issue was until she realized her previous motion had
raised the hem of the shirt until it barely covered the crotch of her panties.
She lowered her arms, determined to stay distant until they’d talked. “Now that we’ve all
agreed to the state of my health, perhaps you boys will tell me what the hell is going on. What
happened yesterday…was it…real?”
Talon looked at his brother, raising an eyebrow and motioning toward her.
Caden stepped forward on a sigh. “Are you going to run screaming out of the house and
down the driveway dressed like that if I tell you it was?”
“Of course not. I’d toss heavy things at you first and