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himself for being so thick. For
wasting so much time.
    “Yup.” What
more was there to say?
    The miles were eaten up by his big
truck, and he watched ahead intently, hoping they’d catch the damn bus and not
have to figure out which one Sinclair transferred to. Canada! Who or what was
there for their girl? Well, it didn’t matter. He’d chase her to the moon if
need be.
    ****
    It must be a little like drowning,
Craig thought, and then having somebody pull you up out of the water. He’d
taken his first full breath when Candy told them Sinclair had taken the fucking
bus. Not the little car Ash had so carefully picked out for her, but a bus.
Didn’t she know bad things happened to women traveling alone? Pretty, innocent
women travelling alone thinking the men in her life had rejected her. And for a nasty piece of ass like Melinda Roberts.
    No longer needing to punch
something—or someone—he thought about the day his mom had brought Sinclair
home. He’d been twelve, a little uncertain about his place in the world, and
the addition of a bratty, small female had shaken the foundation a little more.
Ashton was in high school and could avoid her some, but Craig was in the same
school, and even being related to her by dint of living in the same house, was
a killer. She’d been downright embarrassing. His mom had sorted her out quick
enough, but to someone his age, it felt like an eternity. Until
Sinclair left behind all those behaviors that had kept her safe and settled
into their home. No need for her to act out anymore. And he could take
some pride in the fact he’d helped out with that.
    Then he’d come to like her. Really
like her. She was a great kid, and he couldn’t have asked for a more loyal follower.
He always thought she would return to her birth parents, and his parents
prepared both him and Ash for that eventuality. Maybe that’s
what kept him from seeing her as flesh and blood, and, instead, someone just as
important, but different. He wasn’t good at self examination, but he’d
told his brother the truth when he’d come to see Sinclair as an object of his
affections—carnal and otherwise, although he had fought the good fight. Knowing
her as a person was the foundation for his interest, but what he felt for her
later was far from brotherly. He’d resented Ash’s mature stipulation to keep
their distance, but at twenty-two, and her only sixteen, he knew better anyhow.
    All his high minded speaking that
morning aside, he was going to see this through, and with a very different
outcome than he’d told Sinclair. For certain, people would talk and try to make
it difficult for Sinclair if she took up with two men, especially him and his
brother. But as that corny song his mom used to sing all the time, love would
find a way. Craig figured he loved her enough for all of them.
    “You sure?” Ashton broke into his reverie with that unsettling ability he had to read
Craig’s thoughts.
    “If her leaving us hurts this bad,
what will never seeing her again do? I love her, Ash.”
    “Wish I’d handled it differently. Because I feel the same way.”
    “I pretty much know how I’m gonna handle it now.”
    “Craig, she’s—”
    “A nearly twenty-two year old woman
who spoke her mind and heart to us this morning and is going to get what she
has coming to her.” He heard his own words echo in his head and had to laugh.
    Ashton joined him, and the tension
eased a trifle. “You’ll scare her off,” his brother commented.
    “You think our girl hasn’t
researched ménage? The way she studies everything? She
might have no actual experience with it, but she knows what she’s getting into. And with who. She knows us better than we know
ourselves.”
    “She packed it in. Ran away.”
    “Fuck me, Ash. Listen to yourself.
We refused her on the grounds of incest. Might as well have slapped her face. And then she thought we
were waiting on Melinda, preferring her to Sinclair.” He shuddered and saw
Ash’s