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that they were spoiled for choice.
    “All right,” she said irascibly. “What do you want me to do?”
    They exchanged a smug grin that told her she could have chosen her words with greater care.
    “For starters, it needs to look as though you’re here alone,” Bay said. “I suggest that when you go to see your grandfather in hospital tonight—”
    “They told me not to go.”
    A challenging smile flirted with his lips. “But you’re still going, aren’t you?”
    “How did you know?” she asked, unable to snatch her gaze from his lips.
    “Because you need to see him for yourself, just to make sure that he really is okay.”
    “Yes, I intend to go,” she said, finally managing to look away, only for her gaze to collide with Marty’s. Talk about surrounded on all sides by an excess of testosterone.
    “We’ll leave at the same time,” Bay said, smiling like he knew something about her thought process that she didn’t. “If anyone’s watching this place, they’ll have seen our car and know you’re not alone.”
    “Why would anyone be watching?”
    “To see how you’re reacting to their handiwork,” Dex said, scowling at the thought. “There’s plenty of hiding places. You’ve got woodland not far away. Anyone with a decent pair of binoculars would be able to keep you under observation without ever being seen.”
    “Now you’re letting your imagination get away from you.”
    Dex glanced through the doorway into the lounge, which had yet to be straightened. “Am I?”
    “Yes, okay, point taken.”
    “Dex and Marty will take our car back. I’ll hang about the hospital and come back here with you in the Jeep,” Bay said.
    “Hey,” Dex protested. “How come you get all the best assignments?”
    “You two have a video conference scheduled for this evening,” Bay said with what seemed to Athena to be a decidedly predatory grin. “That okay with you, babe?”
    Was it? A frisson of excitement ripped through her at the thought of spending the night under the same roof as Bay. It had nothing to do with him making her feel safe, which didn’t seem right, given what had happened to Gramps. She absolutely shouldn’t agree.
    “I guess so,” she said, guided by some instinct that overrode common sense.
    “Such enthusiasm,” Bay said, touching her face gently with his fingertips.
    Dex and Marty seemed to find her lukewarm reaction highly amusing.
    “You got a bucket and some disinfectant?” Marty asked.
    “Why?”
    “We’ll clean up that lounge for you.”
    “You don’t need to do that.”
    Bay flashed a smile. “Yeah, they do.”
    “Okay, if you’re sure. I wasn’t looking forward to that particular task.” She shuddered. “All that blood.”
    “I suppose I’d better lend a hand, too,” Bay said. “Otherwise they’ll say I’m pulling rank.” He winked at her. “Coffee wouldn’t go amiss.”
    Athena watched them go, surprised that they were prepared to do the cleaning themselves.. She figured they employed others to attend to their domestic arrangements. Even so, they appeared to know how to scrub a rug and did so with considerable vigour, the banter flying between them as they eradicated all visual signs of the attack on her grandfather. Ridding her mind of the mental images would take a lot longer.
    “Thanks,” she said when they crowded into the kitchen again and fell on the coffee she’d made for them.
    “No problem,” Marty said. “Bay needed the exercise. He’s getting flabby.”
    Athena suppressed a smile. As far as she could tell, every inch of all three of them was made up of hard, taut muscle.
    Before Bay could fire off the pithy retort Athena sensed him formulating, a commotion in the doorway had them all turning in that direction.
    “What’s going on?” George asked, scowling at Athena’s guests.
    “Oh hello, George,” she said, feeling a little flustered. “I was just coming down to see how you were getting on.”
    “Who are these people?” he