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while before they’re any real help at all.”
    “Exactly. I don’t mind pitching in. There’s still time to help in the kitchen between meals. A lot of the cooking happens before the actual meal rush.” She realized they’d always kept their conversations centered around her. She thought it was well past time for her to take an equal interest in them. “How’s the ranch coming? It was deserted until you decided to take it on, wasn’t it?”
    “Unoccupied,” Chase corrected. “We’re getting there. We’re nearly done riding the fence line and making repairs to it. The barn is ready to house the mares we plan to buy, and we almost have a solid business plan in place. There’s just one thing we’d like to see to, but we don’t have time. Brian and I were talking about it, and we think you can help.”
    “I don’t know anything about ranching.” Carrie shrugged. She didn’t have to feign disappointment. She wasn’t sure if she regretted her lack of cow punching experience, or if she had wanted the men to ask her a more personal kind of question.
    “What we need doesn’t have anything to do with ranching, darlin’. We heard you telling mom at the ceremony the other day that you do have experience as an interior decorator, and that’s what we’d like you to help us with,” Brian said.
    Chase put his hand on her wrist again, and Carrie couldn’t deny the sizzle and snap that worked its way up her arm. He stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb and it was all she could do not to moan and shiver.
    “You have to rescue us, sugar. We’re living in 1930s bordello hell.”

Chapter 3
     
    “Oh my God, it really does look like a 1930s bordello!”
    Carrie had been certain Chase and Brian had hit her with a unique variation of the “come over and look at my etchings” line.
    Apparently, they were serious. Bummer.
    “You thought we were just shooting you a line to get you alone at our place,” Brian said.
    Carrie didn’t often blush, but she felt her cheeks heat and knew a moment’s difficulty meeting either of their gazes.
    She inhaled deeply, then womanned up, and looked him dead in the eye. “Yes, I did.”
    Chase nodded. “Smart woman. We were shooting you a line to get you alone here. You came anyway, even suspecting that’s what we were doing. This gives us a great deal of hope, so we’re being honest. But, we also really do need help with this house.”
    Oh, boy . She had given them a message of intent in coming out to their lair, as it were. And, okay, that was what she’d meant to do. She had told herself she was going to say yes if they asked her out, and they did and she did.
    She just wasn’t altogether certain what the hell was supposed to happen next. She looked from them, to the room around her.
    From the outside, their ranch house, although large, had appeared…normal. Shaded porch on the front, two story, and constructed of a combination of stone and wood, the building had seemed to call to her homebody instincts. She’d expected open rooms, wood floors, and large, masculine furniture.
    What she was looking at was red and gold brocade-upholstered Queen Anne–style furniture, with a couple of pieces of Louis XIV thrown in, a rich Aubusson carpet in pink, teal, and gold, and a gold-painted grand piano that Liberace would have enjoyed.
    “I don’t know where to start.” She turned to look at the brothers Benedict and gasped slightly. She hadn’t even noticed them moving so close to her.
    “Oh, that’s easy. You start right here.” Chase reached for her, his hands hot as they clamped onto her upper arms. He pulled her gently toward him, giving her plenty of time to stop what was about to happen.
    Panic once more flared to life, but she killed it dead. She wanted this, even if she wasn’t one hundred percent certain she knew what all “this” would turn out to be.
    The heat of his body pulsed against hers. She inhaled deeply and could smell woodsy soap and man. When