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back to the kitchen.
    Andrew nodded. “Good thinking,” he said to his brother. Then he turned to her. “We’d rather you had an entire burger, love, but this will serve as a good compromise.”
    A compromise according to whom? Chloe huffed out a breath, ruffling the hair that brushed her forehead. “I know you mean well, but you have to understand. I’ve been fighting a losing battle with my weight all of my life. I love burgers as much as the next person, but they go straight to my ass.”
    Grant snagged one of her chips and dipped it in the bowl of salsa. “I happen to like your ass. It’s perfect, and one of your nicest features.” He chewed the chip, his brow furrowed, his expression one of contemplation. “As are your eyes and your smile, and your breasts. Hell, I like the whole package. But your ass is definitely prime.”
    Chloe didn’t often find herself speechless, but these men had a talent for rendering her just that way time and time again.
    “Personally, I can’t wait until I can sink my teeth into it,” Andrew said.
    “Or my cock.” Grant’s rejoinder, low and just above a whisper, shivered down her spine and settled in the pit of her belly.
    She didn’t know what to say or what to do. She’d dated enough that she’d always considered herself fairly adept at this particular two-step. It wasn’t the fact that she was contemplating a three-step for once that had her unnerved, and feeling like a sheltered virgin.
    It was these men. Something about Grant and Andrew Jessop cut through all of her defenses and short-circuited her ability to think. They both got to her in a way that no one ever had.
    “Eat your salad, sweetheart.” Grant reached forward and ran one finger over the back of her hand. Just one finger stroked her, and arousal exploded within her.
    Unable to do anything else, she picked up her fork and speared a piece of lettuce.
    “So, you said you’ll be interviewing prospective employees next week,” Andrew said. “How many are you looking to hire, in all?”
    Would she ever be able to keep up with their mental gymnastics? “Three general estheticians, and a registered massage therapist.”
    “Three es-the what?”
    Chloe didn’t believe for one minute that Grant Jessop didn’t know what that word meant. She suspected he was doing his part to help her inch back from the precipice of outrageous eroticism he’d taken her to.
    So she said, “Women or men who’ve been trained and versed in the various treatments we’ll offer. So you’ll have your nail techs and your facial techs and your wax techs. People who can give manicures, pedicures, do facials and various wax treatments.” She could do all those things herself, except she wasn’t licensed to give therapeutic massage. She preferred just giving the kind of massage known as “relaxation.” But she wanted to be able to offer a full spectrum of services to the people of Lusty—and anyone else who came into the spa.
    Talking about the spa did help her ease back from the edge. No, not the spa. Her spa. Not that she owned the building, or anything, but that was all right.
    She’d already found out that nobody actually owned land in Lusty. It was all tied up in some sort of a trust. Everyone, even the longtime residents, leased—houses as well as commercial properties.
    She’d never had her heart set on being a landowner, so that didn’t matter. In all the ways that counted, this spa was her business….her heart, her dream, and her business plan.
    Of course, she had a silent partner. Kate Benedict had invested cold hard cash in the spa, but it felt to Chloe as if she’d invested in her —and that made her all the more determined to succeed.
    Kate was the grandmother Chloe had never had. Come to think of it, Pamela Jessop kind of reminded her of her own mother. The firefighters’ mother had a calming, reassuring way about her.
    Some of the best days were when she met Kate and Pam and Samantha Kendall for lunch.