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honestly didn’t know. Seeing Jamie eye the bottle, he rose and retrieved another juice glass from the cabinet.
    “If we’re going to be here more than a few days,” Tuck observed, “maybe we better ration what’s left.” There were only a few inches of liquor left in the bottle.
    Jamie smiled slyly. “Happily, that won’t be necessary.”
    “Why’s that?” Tuck turned toward him. Brendan saw something flash between them—the secret understanding of…no, he refused to even think it. He looked away.
    Jamie continued. “On the bottom shelf of the pantry in the far right corner there’s a box. Inside that box is a special stash. Gordon told me about it—ten bottles of liquor—scotch, vodka, gin, tequila, all kinds of stuff. Said he was leaving it for next spring, when the project resumes. He swore me to secrecy. But I think, under the circumstances, he would forgive us if we, uh, borrowed a bit. We can always buy more later, when we get back to the States…”
    The last words seemed to catch and die in Jamie’s throat. The roar of the gale outside, which until that moment had almost faded into white noise, seemed to magnify, its howl menacing.
    They were all quiet, listening to the sounds of a tempest raging. Both Tuck and Jamie looked tense. Jamie especially had a wild look in his eyes. Brendan forgot his self-absorbed pondering. He was the lab team leader, the oldest and the most experienced field scientist of the three. Whatever his own personal longings and confusion, he needed to rise to the occasion and offer what support and comfort he could to the others.
    “I’m sure he’ll forgive us.” Brendan smiled at Jamie. “Why don’t you select our next bottle of poison?” Turning to Tuck, he added, “How about a game of cards?”

Chapter Four
    Jamie found a bottle of vodka and brought it to the table. He was grateful to Brendan for pulling him back from the brink. Faced with the stark realization they might not make it back to the States, he’d very nearly lost it.
    If he’d had his choice, he would rather climb into the one of the beds with Tuck and just have sex until they were rescued, but with Brendan around that wasn’t much of a possibility.
    Or was it?
    He wiped out the juice glasses with a paper towel and set them in a neat row beside the bottle. He watched Brendan shutting down his laptop and sliding it into its case and recalled the look of longing he’d seen Tuck flash Brendan’s way the night before. Was something there? Was it only on Tuck’s side, or was it returned? Was Brendan one of those bi-curious guys, the type who could be drawn out with some liquor and patience?
    The thought intrigued him. Imagine the fun they could have if two became three. He could barely suppress an evil grin at the thought of all the delicious possibilities and combinations.
    Tuck retrieved the cards and returned to the table. He began to shuffle the deck. Brendan was watching him. None of them had showered or shaved that morning, in their effort to conserve water and fuel. A sexy blond stubble showed on Brendan’s jaw and cheek. Jamie’s cock ached with appreciation.
    “What should we play?” Tuck asked. “Not gin. Jamie’s too damn good at remembering every card.”
    Jamie had a better idea. “Let’s play Blackjack. Only let’s spice it up a little. Blackjack Truth or Dare. Except instead of a dare, if you don’t answer the question, you have to drink a shot of vodka. We’ll play face up, since we’re not betting. Whoever wins gets to ask the question to whoever he wants.”
    “Oh, I don’t know—” Brendan began, his voice wary.
    “Sounds like fun,” Tuck interjected eagerly. “Come on, Brendan. You chicken? Got some secrets in that closet of yours you don’t want us to know about?”
    Brendan flushed and Jamie held his breath, waiting for Brendan to nix the idea. To his surprised delight, Brendan flashed one of his gorgeous smiles. “What the hell. Let the games begin.”
    Tuck