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lead into their house. Roan was already holding the door and her bag when they got there. He kissed her forehead again as Jake carried her over the threshold.
    Talk about your significant moments.
    They passed through a darkened room—a mud room? Lights flashed on. Holy merde. This was a kitchen to make HGTV proud. Huge, with shining chrome, professional-looking appliances, beautiful birch cabinets, and a large, polished granite island.
    “Wow.”
    Jake chuckled. “This is Roan"s domain. He"s a closet chef.”
    She looked at the gorgeous brunet standing beside them. “Jesus, and he cooks too?”
    Both men laughed. She wriggled like an anxious puppy, and Jake put her down to explore. Gleaming surfaces everywhere. The enormous, six-burner gas cooktop with griddle and rotisserie baffled her. “I wouldn"t even know how to turn this on.”
    Jake came up behind her and slicked his strong hands down her arms. “Don"t worry about turning that on. C"mon, let"s get you up to your suite so you can get some sleep.”
    “I think that would be more sleep.”
    He took her hand and led the way into a wide, open room that, even with the spillover of light from the kitchen, was so dark that she couldn"t quite make out the details. The ceilings seemed high, and huge tree shadows swayed outside what appeared to be a wall of glass.

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    He smiled over his shoulder as he led her to a wide staircase. ”We"ll give you the tour tomorrow.”
    The landing at the top of the short, wide staircase formed a beautiful sitting area with two modern but comfy chairs and an intricate Persian rug in front of a window that just framed black sky beyond. Several doors opened onto this area and, with Roan"s hands on her shoulders, they guided her into the one at the left.
    If the kitchen amazed her, this was a showstopper. Exquisite, like someone had peered into her head and picked out a room she would love if she ever took the time and money to actually decorate something. A big platform bed glowed in a soft, golden spread that looked like silk. The linens gleamed white against Asian-style furnishings mixed with ultramodern pieces. Sliding shoji-style rice paper panels covered a wall. “This is so beautiful.”
    Roan beamed. “You really like it?”
    “I can"t say how much.”
    Jake had moved over to the screen wall and pulled a panel to reveal a wide, hinged door that he pushed open. “Come see.”
    She walked to him, Roan still following, and stepped out onto a polished wood deck that overlooked a koi pond about half a story below. She could make out the sinuous bodies of the fish forming patterns in the black water as they slipped in and out of the reflected moonlight. Water splashed from an unseen fountain.
    “I just can"t believe this. I"m so happy you get to have such a wonderful place to live.”
    Jake pulled her into his arms and hugged her ferociously. “This is for you too.”
    “I don"t understand.”
    “I just mean when we designed the house, we kept you in our minds. We tried to incorporate things we thought you would like, especially in this suite.”
    “But why? Roan hadn"t even met me. You barely told me about the house when you were building it.” Yeah, that still stung.

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    Roan stepped in behind her, so she was sandwiched in yumminess. “I knew how important you were to Jake, and everything important to Jake is important to me. Besides, it was a forgone conclusion I was going to love you. We wanted you to be comfortable here.”
    “Comfortable! This is the stuff of dreams, you guys.”
    Jake kissed her cheek. “C"mon, sweetheart, time for bed.”
    They led her inside.
    After hanging her few clothes in a closet as big as her bedroom at home and washing up in a sybaritic spa called a bathroom, she snuggled between four-million-thread-count sheets, feeling very underdressed in her tank top and bikinis. At home she slept in the nude, but since the boys said they were coming to “tuck her