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pain changed again into a different sort of ache, one he could almost feel seeping out of his leg and dissolving into the bed.
    “Why don’t you have regular physio?” she asked. “It would definitely help.”
    “Because he’s taken the blame for what happened. It’s his way of punishing himself.”
    He should have known Marc would figure it out. Indie took his bad arm in her hands and massaged his tight muscles in slow, smooth strokes. When she reached his fingers, he clasped them in his.
    “Thank you,” he whispered.
    “You’re welcome. Can you turn over?”
    “That side’s fine.”
    Marc laughed. “His dick’s hard.”
    Indie sighed. “So’s yours. I can cope with the sight of it.”
    He rolled over with a groan. “Sorry.”
    She wouldn’t meet his gaze. She squirted more lotion on his leg and started at his foot.
    Marc glared at him. Kyle knew what he wanted, but he’d avoided talking about it for so long the words were tangled up inside him. Marc copied Indie, his strong hands swirling up and down his lower leg, the massage a mixture of pleasure and pain, though his cock seemed to consider it all pleasure.
    He was hurting more than himself with his silence. He’d pushed the guy he loved away and he’d refused to go. Now he’d hurt Indie. She had to be pissed off with him, and yet, she was still here, trying to make him feel better. He gave Marc a desperate look and the guy nodded.
    “The three of us met in Las Vegas,” Marc said. “Me, Kyle, and Laura. It was a…one-night stand set up by a woman called Madam Evangeline. She makes sure the match is perfect and the moment we met, we knew it was.”
    Now he wasn’t sure he wanted the story told.
    “We were in Laura’s car,” Marc said. “We’d spent the night in her hotel, and she was driving us back to ours. I fell asleep in the backseat.”
    Transported back to that night, back into the car, Kyle trembled. Indie leaned into his thigh with her forearm, held her wrist and pressed down hard as she moved her arm up and down. She deliberately didn’t look at him.
    He knew Marc was waiting for him to take over the story.
    “It might have been set up as a one-night stand, but we wanted to see each other again,” Marc said in a whisper.
    Say it. Say it .
    “I leaned over to kiss her,” Kyle blurted. “Laura lost control. We crashed. She died.”
    Marc gasped and stared straight at him. Indie’s hands stilled on his leg.
    “You should have told me,” he said. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Did you tell the police? Oh Christ.”
    “If you remember I lay in a coma for a week. When I woke, I didn’t remember anything. When I did, I…didn’t want it to be what had happened.”
    “Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you just thought you were going to kiss her.”
    “I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She…turned and looked at me and…I distracted her. It was my fault. She died, you might have died. It’s taking time to get my head around it.”
    “But you’re not. You won’t kiss me. You wouldn’t kiss Indie. What do you think’s going to happen? We’ll die because you kiss us?”
    Kyle looked from one to the other. “I can’t risk opening my heart. I can’t…be responsible for anyone else’s unhappiness.”
    “Christ, Kyle, we only get one chance at this. I want you, but I want the old you, not the shadow of what you once were. We both want Indie. Don’t fuck up.” He turned to Indie. “Kiss Sleeping Beauty and make him see sense.”
    “You kiss him first,” she said. “I like watching guys kiss.”
    The fact she’d understood they needed to do this first, dragged a swell of emotion from his heart that almost made him cry out.
    “I like watching guys do all sorts of things.” She gave a shy smile.
    “Oh yeah?” Marc raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”
    “Cleaning, cooking, gardening and…kissing.”
    Kyle smiled.
    “You’re not going to sneak out while we lock lips?” Marc asked. “I might need help pinning