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again.”
    And damn, was it. She was exactly Riggs’s favored body type in a woman—curvaceous, not too thin. And that hair… God, to feel it rubbing over his thighs as she blew him.
    Riggs did a mental ninja-move against the images bombarding his brain. He couldn’t think about being between Hugh and Sibyll. No, the idea would only end in frustration and even pain. His previous plan to confront Hugh swirled down the toilet of his mind. In the end, he couldn’t risk alienating him.
    Hugh took a step into the ring of sunlight streaming from a high overhead vent. Air currents churned in the shaft of light, but the blazing expression on Hugh’s face was riveting.
    Riggs stared at him for a long heartbeat. Then he slid his gaze to Sibyll and tipped his hat once more. “Enjoy your evening.” He went back to brushing, holding his breath. Only when he heard Hugh’s boots and the quiet shuffle of bare feet moving away did Riggs rest his head against Shoot the Moon’s flank.
    As he released the pent-up breath, he knew exactly what would come of the interest Sibyll showed in him. The three of them would end up in a tangle of limbs, pleasuring each other senseless.
    But Riggs had to figure out how to cut his heart out of the barbed-wire snare.

Chapter Three
    Sibyll revolved through the bungalow, marveling at how the space had been designed to be so light and airy inside in sharp contrast to the log siding outside.
    Her nerves jangled. She was too aware of Hugh’s solid stare on her. He leaned against the wall, and while he appeared to be relaxed, his muscles were taut.
    They’re always taut, stupid. He’s RIPPED.
    She’d only ever seen men like him in commercials or magazine ads. Riggs had said Hugh used steroids, but she knew he’d been joking. Hugh’s body was layered with muscle from years of heavy work on ranches, not at all bulky like the gym rats.
    Running her finger over the smooth oak wood surrounding the window overlooking acres of pasture, she imagined touching Hugh. Would he feel as good as he looked?
    She drew in a fortifying breath. She was about to find out.
    As if detecting the change in her, he pulled away from the wall and sauntered a few steps to her side. When he planted his hands on her hips, she sucked in a gasp. Damn, he curled his fingers so perfectly. Of course, he knew exactly how to best seduce a nervous woman.
    He began to sway with her, shifting lightly from boot to boot as if they were dancing. She went with it—letting him rock her. After a minute he began to hum, low. The baritone touched her deep and in places she didn’t know existed.
    Maybe that’s my O button.
    Hugh slid his hands up from her waist and took hers, which were trapped between their bodies. The stroke of callus against her soft skin, accustomed only to working on a keyboard, threatened to melt her.
    But that’s what she was here for—to be melted into a puddle under a smoking-hot cowboy. Her scientific mind conjured this literal image, her body flattened by ecstasy, her face melted wax of orgasmic bliss.
    She giggled.
    Hugh withdrew a few inches to peer down at her. He hadn’t removed his hat, so his eyes were shadowed. But she liked the way he looked at her. Absorbed-like.
    “What’s funny?”
    “Nothing. Just thinking too much.”
    He arched a brow, which transformed his whole face. Squint lines changed shape, and the corner of his mouth twitched up along with his brow, exposing that dimple in his jaw.
    He positioned her hands on his chest.
    Excitement stabbed her. Beneath her palm his heartbeat was strong, unwavering. Curling her fingers, she learned the shape of his pecs. His eyes darkened.
    When she began to explore his ridges further, his breathing hitched.
    “What’s your favorite color?” he asked, voice strained.
    The swaying continued, and between that and his steely muscles under her hands, she could hardly follow the question. It took a full minute for her to respond.
    “Green.”
    He nodded, as if