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Perhaps the kidnapping had brought back some of those night terrors, throwing him back into childhood. Still, she couldn’t let him stay here. It was just too fucking weird now that they were adults. She yawned and decided it was time to boot her twin out. She cocked her arm and slammed her elbow back.
    “Ow!”
    She froze. That’s not Jeff.
    “What the hell did you do that for?”
    That’s Travis.
    “Jamie?”
    Why is Travis in my bed?
    “Jamie?”
    Oh, fuck. She’d just hit Travis. That’s what she got for not looking before hitting. Hadn’t she learned anything in that self-defense class?
    “Jamie.”
    They’d told her always to look behind you to make sure you’re not beating up your grandmother. Perhaps she should have listened closer to her instructor’s words .
    He sighed. “Are you going to open your eyes?”
    She shook her head no. She might never open them again.
    She squeaked as his lips brushed the side of her neck. She could feel his beard tickling her skin. “Well, I’m hungry. I’m going to get up and kick the Three Stooges out of bed so they can feed us.” She felt the mattress dip behind her as he stood. “How are you feeling today?”
    Mortified.“Fine.” Hell, she even sounded mortified. Great.
    “Okay. Let me just throw some jeans on and I’ll be out of your hair for a little bit.”
    Her eyes flew open despite her best efforts to keep them glued shut. She was just in time to see that bodacious ass clad in black silk not five feet from her nose. His strong back was bent as he put his legs into his jeans. “Gah.”
    He turned around so quickly she was surprised he didn’t fall over. “Are you all right? I thought you said you weren’t in pain.” His hand cupped her cheek, his expression concerned.
    She squeezed her eyes shut again, but it was too late. The sight of his unfastened jeans was permanently etched into her retinas, the thick line of his cock lovingly outlined by the black silk. “I’m good.” Hell, I’m better than good. I’ve now got a month’s worth of fantasy material.
    “Are you sure?”
    She heard his zipper catching, then the snap of his jeans. “Yup.”
    She thought she heard him stifle a chuckle but couldn’t be sure. “I’ll be back in a little bit, sweetheart. You get some more rest, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    She waited until she heard the door to the bedroom shut before opening her eyes, staring at it in confusion.
    Sweetheart?

    Travis left the bedroom with a smirk. Oh, yeah. She wants me. Now all I have to do is convince her she’s got me. The look of fascination when he’d turned around after practically shoving his ass in her face had been priceless.
    He leaned up against the wall next to Jordan’s bedroom and put his ear to the wall. He couldn’t hear a sound. He gently rapped on the door. “Guys? I’m going into the kitchen to make breakfast.”
    He counted under his breath. “Five, four, three, two…”
    Someone started moving in the other room. With a quickly smothered grin he headed for the kitchen. He was just laying the frying pan on the stove when a hand reached out and snatched it.
    “Give me that.”
    He turned to find a rumpled Logan, in blue jeans and a scowl, holding the pan.
    “Move, Lefty.”
    He moved. “What’s for breakfast, hothead? Habanero French toast?”
    Logan glowered at him as he got out the eggs and bread. “Ha. Ha.”
    Travis decided to take pity on him and start the coffee. “What did you three decide last night? Don’t tell me which one got to be on top, because I really don’t want to know.”
    Logan’s leer was cheerful as he sniffed at the coffee. “We’re going to do to Jamie and Jeff what we did to Jordan.”
    Travis stopped and glared at Logan. He could feel the mist trying to obscure his vision.
    “Not that. Damn, and they call me perv. I meant we’re going to prove a few things the hard way.”
    Travis flushed. He wasn’t used to this caveman feeling where a woman was