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attention. Her mind, fully engaged,
had only occasionally noted the wild rain drilling down on the roof. She still
wore Jed’s robe, a necessity or close to it. Beneath it she had put on her
white lace bra and matching panties. So what if her breasts seemed like twice
the size and hard as concrete with the sly little looks of appreciation she got
from the men?
    Damn good thing she had gotten a decent deal with her first
two cards. Even now she waited breathless, not wanting the evening to end, but
tickled that she could show them her talent at cards. Maybe they’d invite her
back for a rematch and she could teach them a few things. Even funny Harry who
disclaimed any slyness.
    They each played cards with humor. Will gave no tells.
Poker-faced was a term that fit him. Quiet, he concentrated on the cards and
the board like a laser. Jed, on the other hand, tried very hard not to give
away his thoughts. His efforts at diplomacy showed in a savoir faire attitude that told her he was anxious. Harry had other things on his mind. Her.
She stifled a giggle. He concentrated on her robe and the boost her bra gave
her breasts.
    “Earth to Harry,” Jed called to him. “What’s your bet?”
    Harry grumbled, then threw in five pennies.
    Jed snorted. Threw in ten.
    “High finance,” Will grunted and scratched his cheek as he
deliberated.
    “Yeah,” Jed chimed in. “What do you think of our bathroom
design?”
    “Well,” she began with the aspect that had captured her most
about it. “It’s certainly big enough for the three of you.”
    “Smart cookie,” Harry said. “Did you make use of the jets
and the hand showers?”
    Her cheeks flamed. Her chest rose and fell with rapid
breaths. Could they know that she had pleasured herself in there? That the room
was made for decadent pleasure? Of course they would suspect. They were savvy
about women. And me . And I’ve just spent the last few hours enveloped
in their charming company. They designed the bathroom in sumptuous style.
Why not for the three of them to enjoy with one woman or more?
    She licked her lips, long and slow. “Do you have parties in
there?”
    “ Very smart cookie,” Harry praised her and crossed
his arms.
    “We’re waiting for the right time,” Will confessed, blunt as
ever.
    “And the right person to enjoy it with,” Harry elaborated,
his gaze locked on hers, the implication that the only woman he meant to invite
to that room was her.
    She absorbed that. One second. Two seconds. Thr—
    She stood, pushing back her chair so violently it teetered
on its back legs. Her robe—Jed’s robe—gaped open but her mind was in the
gorgeous bathroom, the shower, the chaise, the possibilities of having a party
in there. Naked. Wet. With one of them. Two of them? All of them?
    Jed threw down his cards.
    Will moaned.
    Harry just admired her display, his eyes burning every part
of her, sending her up in flames that scorched and told her what he wanted from
her.
    Was she scared or tempted? Teasing them or testing them?
    Yes, Harry had forced the issue. The storm wouldn’t last
forever. And as he had said, he was not a patient man.
    Was she a patient woman? Should she be?
    She was nearly naked and the opportunity to have them all to
herself to fire her up, make them all burn together brightly could never be
more perfect.
    But she grabbed the front of the robe, tugged it closed and
fled toward the bathroom.

Chapter Four
     
    “Let me in, Cara.”
    Jed. That’s Jed at the door.
    She backed up to the far wall. One hand to her mouth, one to
her heart.
    He rattled the door handle. “Cara, let me talk to you.”
    She was trapped here. Who knew she was at the Rocking M? No
one. She hadn’t told anyone where she was going. Hadn’t been able to call. But
the MacRaes couldn’t have been planning what she thought they were. She’d come
here today unannounced. She’d been in town only two months. These men didn’t
know her. Not really. She was so different from the