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address, he would send the day’s blog to that e-mail address. Holly hadn’t signed up. Obviously her brothers had signed her up. Her soon-to-be-bleeding brothers.
    On the blog, she read the latest entry: The ball-buster. You know the type. The kind of anti-princess type of woman who carries a gun, maybe even a badge, and thinks she can take down a man. Maybe, deep down, she wants to be a man.
    Penis Envy, some doc had said.
    But I’m The O’Man, and I can make these ball-buster women heel. And beg. And cry out, “O’Man!”
    Holly lifted her gaze, first looking at Joe, then Seth. Growing up, her brothers had teased her about being a tomboy. These days, they harped on her recent lack of boyfriends while building her PI business. But this didn’t seem like their style. She leaned back in her chair and studied them. “Why did you send this to me?”
    Joe slapped his coffee cup on her desk. Even with her desk between them, she could feel his anger. His blue eyes were cold as steel. “Do you know who this guy is, Hol?”
    She realized that she had misjudged the situation. Her brothers weren’t there to harass her or pick up some extra work. They were pissed. “No. Why, what’s up?”
    Seth glanced at Joe, then at Holly. “Don’t act dense. That’s you he’s talking about, Holly. I recognized you when I read his blog last night, which is why I sent it to you. Do you think it’s Brad?”
    It finally slammed into her. Oh God, they thought her ex-boyfriend was behind this blog. Holly had dated Bradley Knoll a few years ago; in fact, she’d been engaged to him. It had ended badly. Brad did his best to badmouth Holly and her family whenever he could. “Brad the Cad didn’t do this Web site. He’s too intent on being a defender of women and children to risk it.” Brad used his law degree to sue everyone he could for any perceived offense against women and children. Truth and justice were flexible ideals in Brad’s world. What mattered to him were money, prestige, and face time on TV.
    Seth stood up from where he’d parked his butt on the side of her desk, his handsome face hardening to pure cop. “Anti-Princess. Where’d this guy on the Web site get that? Only Joe and I ever call you that and Brad knew it.”
    Joe leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, and zeroed his stern gaze in on her. “Is it someone else? Some guy you dated?”
    Holly rolled her eyes. Every now and again, Seth and Joe had a rush of testosterone which sparked the asinine idea that they needed to protect her. “It’s not me that guy’s talking about. I don’t have the slightest idea who this yahoo is. But”—she glared at both of them—“if I did know him, and he was talking about me, I wouldn’t need your help setting him straight.”
    Seth opened his mouth, but Joe cut him off. “That’s the truth?”
    Tamping down on her exasperation, she put herself in their places for a moment. What if a woman had used one of her brothers then made fun of him on a Web site? Would Holly go after her?
    Damn right she would.
    She kept her answer simple. “Yes.”
    Seth moved around the desk, put his hand on the back of Holly’s chair, and leaned down. “I know you can take care of yourself, AP. But Joe and me, we’re family. You would come to us if some guy screwed you over, right?”
    Only if she wanted to bail her brothers out of jail. Cops didn’t do well in jail, so that wasn’t an option. Besides, she didn’t need her brothers to do that whole knight-in-shining-armor crap. Holly liked to do her own ass-kicking when the situation called for it. She met Seth’s gaze. “Absolutely.”
    Joe laughed. “She’s lying. We’d have to lock her in a room with no coffee or chocolate and sweat it out of her.” He moved from the other side of her