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Louis had arrived only minutes ago with a truckload of Gwen’s stuff. It hadn’t taken the three of them long to unload the boxes and suitcases and stack them in the large storage closet at the end of the hallway.
    “How is she?” Louis had stopped at the doorway of Jacque’s bedroom and stared at Gwen for several long minutes, but he’d left her alone, not wanting to disturb her.
    Jacque raked his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “Slight concussion, but I don’t think it’s too serious. Bruises and a few scrapes. She needs sleep and time more than anything.”
    He fisted his hands to hide the slight trembling. The thought that a woman could bring him to his knees was preposterous. Yet, it was true. Gwen had been passed out when he’d arrived home. On one hand, he’d been grateful not to have to hide the whereabouts of his home from her. On the other, he’d been deeply concerned that she’d been sleeping for so long.
    She’d stirred momentarily when he’d placed her on his bed. She’d opened her eyes, blinked and sent him a sleepy smile before drifting off again. That little communication was enough to reassure him that she wasn’t in any immediate danger.
    He’d undressed her. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Okay, that was a huge lie. Of course he wanted to undress her. He was a red-blooded male and she was all woman. But that still wasn’t why he’d done it.
    His cock might have been standing at attention, ready to rock and roll, but he’d been far more concerned about her injuries. It hadn’t taken him long to remove her sneakers and socks and set them under the bed. Her jeans had proven to be a bit more of a challenge as the material clung to her long legs. He’d been sweating by the time he’d gotten them off her.
    Jacque swallowed hard at the memory of her lying there in her shirt, bra and silky white panties. He’d wanted to howl and bury his face between her thighs. Instead, he’d finished stripping her, doing his best not to stare at her ample breasts. No, he hadn’t noticed at all that they were the perfect size for his hands or that her nipples were succulent and ripe like raspberries. Nor had he noticed her very kissable lips. For the sake of his sanity and her modesty, he’d made sure the shirt he’d dressed her in was covering her before he’d reached under it and tugged her panties off, wanting her to be comfortable.
    “Jacque?” His cousin was giving him a strange look and Jacque pulled his attention back to the men.
    “As I said, there are some bruises on her arms and legs. Nothing seems to be broken.” Jacque did his best to ignore the raging hard-on pushing against the placket of his jeans. He hadn’t had this much trouble with control since he was a horny teenager long, long years ago.
    “You checked her over?” Louis crossed his arms over his chest and shot a glare in Jacque’s direction.
    “Oh, yeah.” The memory of her naked body was burned into his brain for all eternity. He’d slept with plenty of women in his lifetime. He’d never pretended to be a saint. But never had a woman affected him the way Gwen did.
    “Bastard.” Louis shoved away from the counter and began to pace.
    Armand stared at one brother and then the other, noting the growing tension between them. “What the hell is going on?”
    “Ask him.” Louis waved at his older brother and continued to pace.
    Jacque wanted to do nothing more than go into his room, lie next to Gwen and hold her in his arms. But there were too many problems that needed to be dealt with, what was going on between him and his brother being the most important.
    Armand looked at him and raised one eyebrow in silent question. If it had been anyone else, Jacque would have told him to fuck off. But Armand was like a brother to them and he was going to be around so he deserved to know the truth. “She’s a possible mate for both of us.”
    “Shit.” Armand gave a low whistle, his straight