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patch of hair caressing his balls. Madra had to tear her gaze away from the magnificent man before she did or said something stupid.
    Fortunately, Larek handed her a towel, which she gave to Brin. He stepped out of the tub and sat on the rim.
    “Can you dry my back?” He waved the drying cloth.
    She didn’t think he was that weak, but maybe lifting his arms would be painful, considering the neck wound.
    “Sure. Can you twist around?”
    He offered her his back. As she dragged the towel over his shoulders, she couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed. He was more broad shouldered than Larek, but each had powerful legs and remarkably flat abs. Her body heated just patting him dry. Okay . Her body heated in part because she kept peeking over his shoulder at his ginormous cock. She wasn’t convinced it was because she was bare chested. They saw naked women all day long.
    “Go a little lower,” Brin urged.
    That would mean she’d be rubbing his ass. When she dragged the towel closer to his rear, her damned pussy dampened. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea for her to have come here.
    She handed him the towel. “You’re all set.”
    Brin patted dry his chest, tossed down the towel, and stood. He was still wet from the cock down, but she didn’t think he’d appreciate it if she offered to help him out. He’d taken two steps when he faltered and clasped a hand on his neck.
    Larek grabbed hold of his friend’s arm and looked up at her. “Help me get him to the bedroom.”
    She took hold of his other arm, and he leaned heavily on her. The fact he was still weak worried her. Most of his physical injuries appeared to have healed, so what was the underlying problem?
    Once in the bedroom, he dropped onto the bed, and she stepped back. Once more, her gaze shot straight between his legs. He should have wrapped the towel around his waist like Larek had.
    A flash of light startled her, and Brin shifted.
    “He can heal better that way.”
    “I know.”
    “How about we see if we can scrounge up some grub? We never did get to eat.”
    She’d almost forgotten about that. The fight had prevented them from even ordering. “Sure. I want to help.”
    They walked to the kitchen in silence, indicating Larek might be worried about his friend. He pulled some vegetables out of the refrigerator. “How are you at peeling?”
    Delighted he’d given her an easy chore, she grinned. “The best.”
    They worked in companionable silence. As soon as she finished with the first vegetable, he placed it in the pan and expertly tossed it around, coating it with wanla oil.
    “You a chicken or fish gal?”
    “I can go either way, but I prefer chicken.”
    “Then chicken it is.”
    While she chopped the peppers, he expertly deboned the fowl and diced it quickly. “You’re quite handy in the kitchen.” Her talents did not include food preparation.
    “My mom loved to cook. Still does in fact. I have four sisters and no brothers. I’m not totally sure she realizes that sons don’t need the same skills as the girls.”
    “That so? I think it’s great if a guy can cook. It’s actually rather macho.”
    He grinned, and her heart skipped a beat. “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    In no time the meal was prepared, and he placed the casserole in the oven to heat. He picked up two bottles of wine, one in each hand. “White or red?”
    She couldn’t figure out why he was treating this as a date instead of worrying about Brin. “White. Do you think Brin’s up for eating?”
    “I’m guessing. I’ll go check. Be right back.”
     
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    Larek thought the evening couldn’t be going any better. It was clear that Madra found both of them attractive and certainly cared about their well-being.
    Though why Brin had decided not to join them was an issue. His friend better not be having second thoughts about sharing.
    He pushed open the door and found his friend on his bed, thumbing through some papers. “What’s going on? Dinner’s