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been living out here on this wilderness ranch for several years. Nothing bad had happened to any of them. That she knew of anyway.
    JJ tensed as a crack of thunder rattled the windows and shook the couch.
    Good grief! How in the world were any of them able to sleep? And when was this storm going away? Would they have to postpone going out to look for Dan if this storm kept up?
    As if knowing she’d been asking those questions, the rain and wind suddenly quietened and the kitchen light flicked on. She spied Brady padding barefoot and bare-chested into the kitchen. He wandered to the fridge where he removed one of the tinfoil-wrapped plates she’d placed in there earlier.
    She shook her head as she watched him lift the tinfoil and inhale deeply. Even at night they snuck around stealing the sweets. It was most likely the peanut butter chocolate-chip cookies.
    Those were a weakness of both Brady and Dan.
    Brady hadn’t seen her, and something naughty flittered deep inside of JJ as she watched the muscles in his right arm bulge as he placed the plate onto the dining room table. Then he grabbed and ripped open a coffee pack. He dumped the contents into the coffee filter, poured in some water, switched on the coffee maker and then plopped himself down onto a chair at the dining room.
    He looked so sexy and cute with his hair mused up as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
    Abruptly, he opened his eyes, lifted a large peanut butter chocolate-chip cookie to his lips and then stopped. Her tummy somersaulted in a really nice way as his gaze locked onto hers.
    He smiled a sheepish grin and placed the cookie back onto the plate.
    For a wonderful few seconds, JJ forgot about everything except how wonderful Brady made her feel when he smiled at her.
    “How long have you been here, baby?” Brady asked as he stood.
    “All night.” Rafe’s voice curled through the room from a dark corner nearby.
    JJ swung her gaze to find Rafe, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else, seated on a chaise in the nook where she sometimes sat and gazed out the window. It overlooked the back yard and the trail that Dan would have been using had he come back.
    It appeared Dan had been doing that exact same thing.
    “How long have you been there?” she asked as she struggled into a seated position.
    “Long enough to know that this storm isn’t going to be over anytime soon. It’s one of those storms that subsides and then just comes back. And I, for one, need some coffee,” Rafe replied.
    He stood and stretched and JJ’s gaze immediately drew to Rafe’s face and the dark shadow covering his chin and cheeks.
    Damn, he looked so sexy with a four thirty o’clock shadow on his face.
    “Coffee is almost ready,” Brady said.
    “I’m thinking we need a little something extra this morning to help us get through the day. And a little something to keep JJ’s mind off Dan, because I can guarantee you he’s having a nice sleep tucked away in a cozy pup tent or one of our utility sheds, or in one of those half-dozen abandoned lumberjack shacks scattered around out there, while we’re here worried about him,”
    Rafe said.
    His voice had turned husky and he’d moved beside the couch, his hand outstretched to her.
    JJ read the intent in his gaze. Could tell Brady had tensed with awareness as he flicked off the kitchen light and suddenly strolled toward them. She whimpered as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of his track pants.
    “But what about Blue…” JJ whispered. She couldn’t have sex with another woman in the house. She might hear them.
    “She’s a big girl. She knows about the birds and the bees,” Rafe whispered.
    “Besides, she’s upstairs in the back guest room,” Brady interjected. He’d already found a tube of lube in the end table and placed it on the armchair of the couch she’d been sleeping on. He removed his track pants and stood in front of her stroking his quickly engorging cock.
    JJ quivered as she relived the