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men before her, and tried so hard to remember how she got here … in someone’s bed. But as she took in the sight of the two gorgeous men, she had troubling recalling even her name, rank, and serial number. They were both dressed, strangely enough, only in plush towels. For a second, Lia wondered if she’d interrupted some sort of gay love affair.
    And what a shame that would be.
    No, it couldn’t be. Thanks to her brother Antony, her gaydar was normally sharp and operative. These two weren’t putting out homosexual vibes. If only Antony were here. He’d know how to get her out of this situation.
    She touched her throat. Why was it so sore? Her ears were positively ringing. She made a mental note to check with an ear, nose, and throat specialist when she got home.
    If she ever went home again.
    Memories flooded into her consciousness. Trying to escape her various tormentors. The woods. Two really big bears … and then these men. Naked. Out of nowhere.
    She again envisioned them as their fur seemed to disappear and their bodies shrank. The bears had become these men. Either that or she was going to need a psychiatrist rather than an ENT.
    She looked at them and realized she should probably be a lot more scared than she seemed to be. They were just so hot she forgot to be afraid. She didn’t know which one was hotter. They were so different and yet there was something similar in their statures. They both carried themselves proudly, with inherent nobility she’d never seen in anyone before. She sensed no threat from the men. At least, not the kind of danger that would scare her off.
    The black-haired one certainly had danger in his eyes. They were astounding eyes, dark, yet piercing. The kind of eyes that could make you shiver if he looked at you a certain way. Combined with his strong jaw and perfectly sculpted body, he was lethal. Lethally sexy. All six foot three inches of him. He had dark curls made for touching. Her gaze fell to his biceps, hard muscle sheathed in tanned skin. And she could already imagine the rasp of his stubble on her skin. Sensory overload in one fine package.
    And the blond was no less appetizing. His hair was longer, brushing his jaw in spots. His own nearly nude body was chiseled as well, with big ripples in all the right places. And with his pretty blue eyes, he looked like the offspring of a devil and an angel.
    Please , she found herself silently begging, don’t let them be gay .
    And as she prayed, her gaze circled back to the darker man. Holy hell, he was so intense. Stunning. She began to feel light-headed again, and realized it had little to do with her sprint through the bush. She just wished he wouldn’t stare at her as if she were an enemy soldier who’d just broken through their ranks.
    “Miss?” he prompted, clearing his throat. “Are you okay?”
    She grinned weakly as much as she didn’t understand what was going on. “I think so?” When she realized her statement had come out as a question, she frowned.
    In that moment, she spied the reluctant warmth in his black eyes and felt an echoing heat between her legs. Dear God. This is so not the right time to make me horny .
    “What’s your name?” asked the one she already labeled The Dark One in her head.
    “Lia,” she said on a soft breath. “Lia Goodblood.”
    The blond man jumped, almost losing his towel in the process. She noticed he wasn’t making much of an attempt to cover himself, at least not until the other man glared at him. His face broke into a wide grin and he aimed it in her direction. “No. Fucking. Way.”
    Oh damn. He’d heard of her. Immediately, Lia envisioned her world crumbling. Again. Why didn’t she use a fake name? She must have bumped her head somewhere. Was this what a concussion felt like?
    The blond was all animated now. “Are you seriously that Lia Goodblood? Because that’s fucking amazing!” He laughed, his hand over his mouth. “I can’t believe it. Lia Goodblood in this cabin.