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leading her around in a circular motion.
    Cade didn’t speak, and neither did she.
    The contented feeling she’d always experienced in his or Gray’s presence filled her senses. She closed her eyes and relished this moment, knowing that when he stopped, he would go. Cade had Gray, just as he’d wanted. There was no room for her.
    Jaycee assured herself that leaving had been the right thing to do. Her last day with Gray and Cade proved that. Their searing kiss would be forever burned in her mind.
    Her two men kissing hadn’t inspired jealousy. Quite the opposite, it’d made her horny as hell—until she’d watched Gray return the kiss.
    They hadn’t realized she entered the house, and she hadn’t told them before she heard the groan tear its way out of Gray’s throat. He’d sounded like an animal calling to his long-lost mate, and Cade responded with a growl of his own.
    Standing in the doorway, Jaycee had watched as their kiss turned almost violent. They devoured each other as though they couldn’t get enough, as if they’d been starving for each other. It wasn’t a pretty, sweet kiss. This had been pure, animalistic lust.
    Jaycee’s chest tightened until she’d been left gasping for breath, and her mind filled with one, plaguing question. Why hadn’t she been kissed like that?
    Gray always held himself back. He never kissed her with the all-consuming passion she sensed deep inside, and Cade hadn’t kissed her at all. But with each other, they let go.
    That had been her moment of truth. Jaycee realized she couldn’t have every part of Gray, and she couldn’t have Cade at all. She refused to live the half-life her mother had where she loved two men but only had one.
    She wouldn’t spend her future crying herself to sleep at night while Gray turned to alcohol to dull his pain and Cade married a woman he hated. Watching her parents and Gray’s parents live like that was enough. The three of them didn’t need to repeat the past.
    Gray and Cade had no chance of keeping her, but they had a chance with each other. So she walked away and left her heart behind, praying her men would find their way to each other.
    Jaycee’s eyes snapped open when the first notes of her favorite song filled the acrid air. Scanning the room, she instantly found the source. Shannon leaned against the old jukebox in the corner, waving at her with a shit-eating grin.
    Jaycee scowled at her backstabbing friend and mouthed the words You’re going to pay .
    Shannon gave her a thumbs-up sign then waltzed off with an extra spring in her step.
    Jaycee knew she was making a fatal mistake, but snuggled into Cade’s embrace anyway. She relaxed for what seemed like the first time in an eternity, feeling safe and cherished in his big arms.
    Cade lowered his head until it rested on top of hers. Every breath he took fanned through her curly strands of hair, making her feel like she’d been shoved into an inferno. Her overheated body shuddered against his large frame, and she bit her lip to hold back a giggle. Only her men could make her shiver when she was on fire.
    Sighing quietly, Jaycee listened to the lyrics of “We Danced” by Brad Paisley. The country crooner sang, “And we danced. Out there on that empty hardwood floor. Chairs up and the lights turned way down low. Music played, we held each other close…”
    Jaycee wondered if Cade realized this was the scenario she’d dreamed about since the first time she’d heard this song. This setting was what movies were made of. All romances needed a scene with lovers on a dance floor in the soft, pale light, dancing to their perfect love song.
    Only, they weren’t lovers, the dance floor had some kind of icky coating, and the neon Come On In or Fuck Off sign was distractedly blinking at her. Okay, it wasn’t really the setting for a romantic movie, but she didn’t give a shit. This was her fantasy, not some director in Hollywood’s. Cade was in Jaycee’s arms, and they were dancing to