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Everett's hair, which was black and short, his was shoulder-length and a rich, russet color. He also wore a flannel shirt that snugly fit his wide chest and a pair of blue jeans that looked like he'd been poured into them.
    “Hello,” she said although cautiously.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked
    “Who are you?” Try as she might, Jane couldn't keep her eyes off that knife. He must have noticed where her gaze kept tracking because he quickly put it down. He picked up a towel, wiped his hands, and moved around the counter towards her.
    He put out his hand. “I'm Avery Stanton.”
    Jane hesitated then took it. His big, callused hand swallowed hers. She was glad he didn't squeeze it like some men felt compelled to do. Judging from how strong his hand felt, he might have broken some of her fingers.
    “I’m Jane. Jane Evans.”
    Avery released her hand. “I know. Everett told us. I bet you're hungry.”
    Her stomach, as if on cue, growled.
    Avery grinned at the sound.
    “More like starving,” Jane said.
    He laughed. “Or ravenous.” He turned back to the counter and continued chopping. “When was the last time you had anything to eat?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
    He stopped chopping and frowned. “You don’t have amnesia do you?”
    “I don’t think so. I pretty much remember everything up until the crash. You’re the one who found me?”
    He nodded. “Me and Caleb. Well, supper's nearly done. I was just chopping up some veggies for the salad.”
    “Don't know why you even bother, little brother. You're the only one around here who eats that rabbit food.”
    Jane turned around. The man who walked into the kitchen was nearly the splitting image of Avery, though there were noticeable differences. He wore his brown hair long like his twin, but he was a bit shorter though still much taller than her. He was also more broadly built across the shoulders and chest. And his eyes weren't hazel like Avery’s but a startling green.
    He looked over at Jane and grinned, but his smile, unlike Avery's, didn't reach his eyes.
    “I'm Caleb.”
    He didn't offer her his hand. Instead, he propped his lean hip against the kitchen counter and boldly looked her up and down. She wondered, with a hard thump of her heart, if he was the one who had undressed her while she was unconscious.
    She hoped not.
    Avery began chopping a green pepper. “Everett said we need to start eating more vegetables.”
    “Not me. I'm not going to eat that crap.” Caleb looked over at Jane, his eyes brazenly appraising her. “I bet you love salads, don’t you?”
    “As a matter of fact, I do.”
    She did not like the way Caleb was looking at her. But she wasn't going to let him know that. She stared back at him, unflinchingly meeting his dominant gaze.
    A sneer slid across his face. “You wouldn't be one of those tree-hugging vegetarians, would you?”
    “It's none of your business if she is, Caleb. Leave her be.”
    Caleb flicked an irritated glance at Avery who only glared at him then he turned back to Jane. “Don’t seem natural or right. Not eating meat.”
    She wasn’t sure what Caleb’s game was, but she sensed she’d have to watch herself around him. Even Everett hadn’t looked at her with such naked, avaricious lust in his eyes.
    “I'm not a vegetarian,” she replied, “and I have no problems with those who are.”
    Caleb leaned closer, his green eyes locked on hers. “Let me see if I got this straight. You’ve got no problem whatsoever with wrapping that mouth of yours around a thick, juicy piece of meat. Is that right?”
    She refused to avert her gaze from his because she knew damn well what he was implying. “No, I don’t. No problem at all.”
    Caleb continued to stare at her. He was trying to intimidate her. Not only with his vulgarity, but also by his powerful physical presence. He was big enough and strong enough to do whatever he wanted with her, and he was letting her know that.
    “I said leave