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of interesting places, and she couldn’t help remembering how she’d come by all those tender spots. Her body warmed as she thought back to how the guys had touched her last night, but the warmth was quickly replaced by a bone-jarring cold. She shouldn’t have done what she did. Now there was no going back.
    How could she have let things get out of control like that? She’d been promising herself for months that if either one of them actually made a move on her, she would politely decline, no matter how much it pained her. Maybe it was because both of them had come on to her at the same time. Maybe her brains had just gotten fried.
    She went into the bistro and looked around the kitchen. It looked the same as always, but she couldn’t help but think she’d never look at the prep table where Leo and Scott had begun their joint seduction scheme the same way again. Pulling a stool over to the sideboard, she began to make a to-do list for the day, but her thoughts kept wandering. What would she do the next time the guys came into the restaurant? What would they expect from her now?

Chapter Four

    By the time Scott woke up the next morning, Kelly was gone. He couldn’t say he was entirely surprised. He was disappointed and a little angry, but not surprised.
    Rising, he smacked Leo on the head, and the other man woke with a start. “What the fuck?”
    “She’s gone.”
    “What do you mean she’s gone?”
    “I mean gone. Vamoosed. Outta here.”
    “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “So what should we do?”
    “Well, it’s obvious she didn’t want to have a fuzzy, postcoital morning.”
    “Please don’t say postcoital. We didn’t ‘coital’ anything. We fucked her. Both of us.”
    “And I think that’s the problem. If she’s like a lot of women, she’s convinced herself she’s some kind of wanton slut right about now.”
    “Women.” Leo’s voice was laced with bewilderment, and Scott would’ve laughed if his heart wasn’t beating a million miles an hour at the thought of losing Kelly.
    “I’m gonna hop in the shower. Want to see if we’ve got anything edible for breakfast around here?”
    “Yeah.” Leo padded toward the kitchen as Scott returned to his own room, grabbed some clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he could smell coffee and something frying. For a professional athlete, Leo’s diet was atrocious. He was lucky his metabolism was so damn fast he just burned off whatever he ate. Scott made a face. He supposed he’d be eating whatever Leo was cooking, too, unless he wanted cold cereal.
    He grabbed a mug out of the cupboard, stopping at the coffeepot to fill it before heading to the fridge for skim milk to add to his coffee. Peering over Leo’s shoulder, he saw slices of potatoes, along with onions and a bunch of spices. “Are you making anything else?”
    “I’m gonna add eggs and sausage. Is that all right, Mr. Healthy Eater? I don’t know about you, but I worked up a pretty good appetite last night.” Scott grunted. “Is that a yes?”
    “Yeah, it’s fine.”
    “Figured it was either this or going out, and I wasn’t so much in the mood to face the public today.”
    “Good point.” Scott sat down at the table and took a tentative sip of his coffee. Leo wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he made damn good coffee. “Listen, we’ve gotta do something —let’s go talk to her. If she left this morning, it’s because she didn’t want to have this discussion, but I say screw that. We’re having this discussion.”
    Leo scrubbed his hands over his face before returning his attention to the pan in front of him. “And what discussion is that, exactly?”
    “That she shouldn’t be ashamed. That she isn’t a slut. And most importantly, that we have no intention of letting her slink away and go back to how things were.”
    “No fucking way is that gonna happen.”
    “I don’t know if she’s scheduled at the