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never been attracted to men before, but Bruce had a magnetic quality about him. Kane just couldn’t take his eyes off the other man, unless Willow happened to be in the room. But sex? The three of them?
    Gotta quit thinking about it, Wilcox .
    Kane adjusted his earphones, listening closely through a long winded discussion about the best make up brands, from Austyn. After nearly thirty six hours, Willow had failed to obtain any information about the missing artifacts. She seemed just as irritated.
    For the second time this hour, Kane heard her excuse herself to the bathroom. She’d taken to covering the wire with something when she actually had to go, but otherwise, she used it as private time to tell him what her thoughts were about where the investigation was headed.
    “So, here’s the problem.” Willow began her one-sided conversation with him once he heard the sound of the door closing. “Austyn is completely missing the point of my fantastic acting. I’ve only made a couple of brief forays into the mansion that don’t involve bathrooms and food, aside from that initial grand tour. I still think there may be something to searching her dad’s study, so I’m going to give that a try as soon as I can shake her for long enough. If I’m lucky, I’ll run into her dad and try that seduction thing you were so hyped about.”
    He heard her sigh.
    “I hope you’re getting all this, because you haven’t sent Bruce around to check on me yet. Which means—”
    Her line went dead. Kane taped the earphones. He fiddled with the frequency in minute degrees trying to find her again. This had happened two other times, in different parts of the house. Finally, he gave up and waited. If it didn’t fix itself in five minutes, he was sending Bruce in. Bruce, who’d previously convinced him to let the wire work itself out. So far he’d been right. Kane pulled one ear piece off his ear.
    Sure enough, the transmission picked up again.
    “A toilet paper dispenser? Really, people? That’s just twisted,” she snapped. “I’m so going to have a talk with Mom after this. There has to be something her people can do.”
    Kane frowned. What toilet paper dispensers and her “mother’s people”, had to do with this mission was beyond him.
    Bruce’s satiny voice spilled over his right ear. “Anything yet?”
    Kane jumped. “Goddamn it, Bruce. Make some noise next time.”
    “Jumpy?”
    Kane spared him a wry look.
    Bruce squatted next to his chair, looking up at him with a smile and those endlessly black eyes. Once again, Kane found himself sucked into their depths, searching for a pupil that couldn’t be found, and captivated by his masculine beauty.
    Bruce’s smile widened. “You’re staring, Kane.”
    “Agent Wilcox.” Kane muttered the correction.
    “Cuff me if you don’t like it.”
    “I’m not a cop. I don’t cuff,” Kane said shifting in his seat and forcing himself to look at the panel of dials and wires.
    “A shame.”
    Kane got that shiver down his spine. The same one he got every time he thought about that bit of conversation where he and Willow should hook up with Bruce. It was seeming less and less farfetched. And boy, wasn’t that confusing for a guy who’d never wanted a man before.
    He wasn’t sure he did now either, except the prospect of having Bruce naked, with those wicked eyes and laughing grin, loving the same woman as he did, definitely got Kane going.
    “I need more sleep,” he muttered to himself.
    “Want me to take over for a while?” Bruce offered.
    “Would you know what you were looking for if you did?” Kane countered.
    “Sure. Someone admitting they stole stuff.”
    Kane couldn’t help but grin. “Thanks, but no thanks. This is officially an FBI investigation, and you are a civilian.”
    “Yeah, aren’t you supposed to have a partner?” Bruce asked.
    “Budget cuts.”
    “Huh. You’d think the FBI would be immune from that shit.”
    “You’d think,” Kane said, by way