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didn’t look at him when he said, “She’s lying.”
    “I know. But she’s a good liar. I want to believe her.”
    “I want to fuck her.”
    “Xavier.” Josh sighed, wishing he could argue the point, but he couldn’t. He wanted to bury himself inside her as well. Hell. It had been too long since he’d had a woman. To Chloe, he said, “I’m Josh Cannon. This is my brother Xavier. You already met our mother, Julia.”
    Xavier gave her a hard look before grabbing his HF handset from the dresser.
    “Hold on. I need to make a call.” He pressed a button to signal the other side and waited. “Hey, Sam. You’re on detail, huh? Get Mom for me. Yeah, we’re good.” A pause. They exchanged pleasantries, and then his voice changed. It softened as he spoke to their mother. He asked about Chloe.
    After a few seconds, he grinned. “Yeah. Short. Long dark hair. Looks really good in a tight sweater.” He laughed. “Just kidding. No, no reason I’m asking. Just found a picture here of the woman with her name on the back. I was curious.” Another pause. “Okay. Yeah, love you too. We’re keeping an eye out, and we’ll let you know if we hear anything. See you soon.” He disconnected, and his smile faded.
    “She’s Chloe King, or at least a woman fitting that description.” His eyes narrowed.
    “So you came all the way out here with just the clothes on your back and a gun?”
    “No. My pack is behind the house in the woods.” Xavier left without another word.

    Josh didn’t take his gaze from her. “So you had problems and needed to hide out for a bit.”
    She nodded. God, that mouth made him think of all the things she could be licking or sucking right now… He cleared his throat but didn’t move from his position holding her down. Most of his weight rested on his thighs but not all.
    “Steady, bro.”
    “Shut up, Xavier.” Josh forced himself to focus on what she said, not what she looked—and felt—like. “You expect us to believe you just happened to come up here, through a snowstorm, for the hell of it.”
    She frowned, her eyes clouding with anger. “No. I told you, I had a few things I needed to deal with.”
    “Like?”
    His brother returned carrying a heavy pack. He dropped it by the doorway and rejoined them on the bed.
    “Trouble, you said? Like what?” Josh repeated.
    “Like a stalker, Mr. Nosy.” She looked as if she regretted her outburst as soon as she said it. A lot more like Xavier than him in temperament, apparently.
    Xavier leaned closer to her.
    “What is he doing? Hey. What are you—are you sniffing me?” she ended in a squeak.
    Xavier drew back, his eyes narrowed. “Stalker, hmm?” To Josh, he sent, “I think it’s her. She’s wearing that same light perfume like the woman from the warehouse. But she’s not answering when I try to send to her.”
    “Yeah, but you haven’t been the same since Werlin tagged us.” The bastard they’d dealt with in a small town outside of Boise, Idaho, on their last mission had caught them in the back blast of a bomb. The shock had knocked him and Xavier unconscious. The slight concussion had affected their gifts. Though both brothers continued to communicate telepathically with each other, Josh had started having trouble seeing the future. Xavier’s ability to reach out and talk to their girl, as they liked to think of her, had been hit or miss. And for the last two weeks, definitely miss.
    “Do you think she’s the one?” The one person they’d been in intimate contact with for years. Xavier didn’t know it, but his eyes softened as he looked down at her.
    “Hell. I don’t know. What I do know is we need to come to some understanding with her.”
    “And nothing says we can’t do that while horizontal.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh hell. You guys are talking to each other. Great, more telepaths. Just what I don’t need.”
    “What are you talking about?” A woman who talked about psychic ability as if it weren’t out