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enough to glimpse what lay underneath.
    A long leg slowly insinuated itself between mine, trapping me on my side facing away from him, while one arm wrapped itself around my middle, tugging me flush against his body. Teeth gently nibbled my earlobe.
    "What…?" I bit my tongue, steeling myself to ignore his ministrations.
    "I promised to kiss your rope burn boo-boo all better." Those words sent chills down my neck as he blew softly against my ear.
    My eyes opened wide as I scrambled to the edge of the bed, kicking the tangled linens out of my way. In my desperation to put space between me and the hunky nude Enforcer, my feet tangled in the blanket, sending me toppling hard to the floor. Quickly sitting up, I found myself eye level with a part of Cannibal I didn't really want to see, definitely not a bird's eye view. Where was a ruler when you needed it?
    Shaking the thought out of my head, I scrambled to my feet, backing toward the bedroom door. "No… thank you. My… well… it's fine. It will be fine. I don't need… that…" I rambled nervously, unable to tear my gaze from what separated Cannibal from most men in the endowment category. Whatever held responsibility for penis size, Cannibal ended up with a triple dose.
    "Maybe you should do more than just look…" His sultry voice carried over to me.
    I scurried through the door, heading anywhere else, to safety. His laughter followed.
    Neanderthal. Make that horny Neanderthal.
    Not sure what to do, I trotted toward the kitchen, deciding I could make use of the time to cook something for breakfast. One glance at the front window revealed a sinking sun. Make that a late lunch.
    Stepping into the kitchen, I blinked and froze.
    The Yeti stood in front of the stove, stirring a pan. The fact he cooked didn't steal my ability to speak, but the sight of him doing so completely nude stunned me into muteness.
    Yetis are born, right? Hatched? Made? No matter, he stood there in all his glory. And boy, did he have glory.
    "Enjoying the view?" A wicked grin appeared on his face.
    Leave it to me to be staying at a clothing-optional Yeti resort.
    I quickly slapped a hand over my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize…"
    He chuckled.
    Spreading my fingers, I peeked through to find him staring at me with an amused smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkled. Muscles rippled and other parts began to take notice.
    "Oh, good grief."
    His mouth turned down while his head cocked to the side. A puzzled expression covered his face. "You don't like naked men?"
    I took a breath and debated what to say that wouldn't insult him and land me out in the frozen tundra once more. No, I don't like naked men. That will make him think I was gay. Jeez. I just don't know what to do with a naked man? Oh, yeah. That would work . He'll be all bouncy and happy to teach me exactly what to do with him. Penises make me nervous ? Well, that's true, but sounded goofy . Yeti penis isn't on my menu? I prefer my Yeti men in thongs ?
    I worried my lip and remained quiet.
    "I think she's worried she'll lose her reputation of innocence." Cannibal's voice came from behind me. I didn't bother to turn and see, too afraid of another therapy-inducing image being burned in my mind.
    Stuck in the middle of isolated mountains, blizzard outside, miles from another person, and I'm in a cabin with two yummy hot and naked men. It was a scene right out of a dozen romance novels. Heck, probably the plot of a few porn flicks too.
    Bear grinned wickedly. "A few hours with me and she'll be thankful she left that behind."
    My head dropped. There was no way anyone would consider me innocent again. Dang it.
    "Damn. Put some clothes on already, Bear. I'm going blind. And the light shining off your lily white ass isn't helping, either."
    I agreed heartily. "Clothes are good."
    The tall blond rolled his eyes but stood his ground. "My house."
    Cannibal growled but ceased his protest. At least he had the practical sense to slip on his leather pants. Bare