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    Walking to the back of the house with the dogs, she opened the back of her SUV. Barney and Martha climbed up in, and then hung their heads over the rear seat. A protective cover was a good barrier for happy, drooling dogs. Barney woofed impatiently, waiting for her to get in and get moving.
    “Oh, you’re silly.” Barney woofed again, a long rope of drool sliding down to the covered seat.
    Deciding to take the scenic route to the gallery, meaning she would drive into a section of the town she hadn’t explored yet, Marley drove up one street and down the next, driving slowly and looking over the houses. Colt told her he didn’t have many houses which would satisfy the list she had made. She had looked at two and had to agree. While they each had some things she wanted, what they did have couldn’t be fixed at all, such as the size of the yard. The second house needed a lot of work and would cost more than she was willing to spend.
    In other words, she hadn’t found that special house, that one which would call out to her when she saw it. She smiled as she recalled how she and Callie would talk about the house they would live in one day. They both decided they wanted a Queen Anne style house with turrets and balconies and ornate trim. It would have a special magic which would draw her to it.
    As Colt’s mansion proclaimed, it was the place to find such houses, but she was looking for something a bit smaller and a lot less intimidating. A Queen Anne with a spacious yard and a large tree or two was what she wanted. She would know it when she saw it.
    It’s perfect . Situated about a mile from the edge of town, with no neighbors to speak of, sat a lovely Queen Anne on a rise slightly above a lush, sweeping green lawn. It was big, but not too big, since she considered two acres a nice size for a yard for her dogs. It had enough charm to make that sourpuss Ms. Jersey smile.
    There were also two very familiar men walking out onto the front porch, making her heart flutter. They stopped in midembrace as they saw her SUV idling at the edge of the road. It couldn’t even be called a proper street, as it was heading into the outlying countryside. Yes, it was in the perfect spot. And the occupants obviously knew it.
    “Darn it!” Marley grumbled even as she smiled and waved at the men as they recognized her. When they hurried off the porch and across the large expanse of lawn, she braced herself for the sensations their closeness would stir in her body. “Darn it,” she muttered again.
    Roarke was grinning from ear to ear. Grayson was smiling, but was more reserved as he looked her over with curious green eyes. “Good morning, Marley. What brings you out this way?” he asked as he slipped an arm around Roarke’s waist, the man leaning comfortably into his larger body.
    “Good morning, Grayson, Roarke. I’m house hunting before I go to the gallery.” Her gaze slid past him to her and Callie’s dream house. “Wouldn’t want to sell it, would you?”
    “No. I’m afraid not. You wouldn’t want to live here with us, would you?” Roarke asked cheerfully, a devilish gleam in his gray eyes.
    The idea was titillating, but not a possibility. She had a long way to go before she even thought about dating a man. Forget about dating two of them. She didn’t care if she was now living in a place where many people were open and happy with who they were, where unorthodox relationships were the norm. If she wasn’t healed inside, she couldn’t offer anything to any man just yet.
    Shaking her head, Marley smiled weakly. “Not just yet,” she told him, and then blinked as she realized the implication. “I mean, no, I don’t think that would work out. Well, it’s a beautiful house. You’re lucky guys. I’ll see you later.”
    “Later, Marley,” Roarke said as she pulled away.
    It didn’t escape her notice that Grayson hadn’t said anything. But he had been watching her very closely. He knew. Oh, yeah, he knew that