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need help with anything? You’ve got an attached bathroom if you want to take a shower.” Rick’s eyes seemed to grow lighter with bits of amber. “Just let me know if you want me to wash your back.”
    She stumbled a little as she stood up from the picnic table. “Uh. No. I’m sure I can bathe myself.”
    Halfway to the house, she heard Gunner call out.
    “You can bathe yourself, but it wouldn’t be half as much fun. Holler if you want us.”
    Us?
    The only thing more shocking than Gunner’s offer was the fact that she wanted to take him up on it.
    Both of them in the shower with her? Hell, yeah.
     
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    “Why don’t we just get it over with and tell her?”
    Rick finished rubbing the oil over the saddle. He’d assumed Gunner would ask that question sooner or later. And sooner it had been.
    “It’s too soon. Give it time. We’re having a rough time getting her to believe that we’re not sending our cattle to a shady processing facility. You think she’d handle, ‘Hey, that strange feeling you’re getting? That means you’re our mate. And, oh, yeah. We’re werebears. You know. Men who can change into bears?’” He laughed at Gunner’s groan. “Yeah, that’ll go over easy.”
    “You’re right. It’s just that I can’t keep my hands off her for much longer. At least you got a kiss.”
    “I did. Which makes it even harder not to take her.” Rick led the way back to the house. His gaze lifted to the bedroom window.
    There she is. Up in that bedroom. If I wanted, I could march up the stairs and spread her legs.
    He ran a hand through his hair. “Give it time, bro. Until then, concentrate on the tracking down who or what’s killing our stock.”
    “I’ll try, but that’s not half as much fun.”
    Rick chuckled, once more appreciating his brother’s humor. He kept his gaze away from the window. If he didn’t, who knew what he’d do?
     
    * * * *
     
    The longer Mallory was around Rick and Gunner, the more nervous she became. After the disturbing, yet intriguing conversation at the end of dinner, she’d rushed to her bedroom to try and sort out her thoughts.
    And her emotions. Sorting out her thoughts was a lot easier than understanding her feelings. What the heck was going on inside her? It was like someone had started a fire on coals that had long since grown cold. Sitting across from them had left her reeling from her growing craving. Craving for raw, wild, uninhibited sex. The kind of sex she’d only fantasized about.
    What was it about them that made her mouth water and her palms itch to hold their cocks? If she believed in magic and supernatural things, she’d swear they’d put a spell on her.
    Kid hadn’t helped calm her nerves, either. As soon as she’d gotten up from the table, he’d run after her and started hammering her with questions.
    From what he’d seen, she was already lusting after their bodies. Then after they’d made her laugh more times than she could count, he’d started picking out event venues to hold the wedding. She’d slapped his arm and tried to change the subject several times, but had given up and left him standing in the hallway. Frustrated with herself as much as with him, she’d slammed the door in his face.
    How could she explain anything to him when she didn’t understand it herself?
    She soon found out that being alone didn’t help. After settling into the room which consisted of laying out her toiletries, she couldn’t find anything else to take her mind off the men. What was the point of unpacking? She wouldn’t stay that long. Instead, she paced the room like a caged bear in a zoo.
    Or did she mean lion? It was funny how her thoughts went straight to a bear. Or was it the photograph of a group of bears that hung over the bed that had her thinking about them? She climbed on top of the old-fashioned farm-style feather bed to get a better look. Were the bears posing? But that was ridiculous. Animals didn’t pose. Whoever had taken