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sat down next to her on her free side. “We could be wrestling.”
    Olivia’s eyes lit up with interest. “Would there be oil involved?”
    “No,” Greg immediately replied. She looked a little too fascinated for his peace of mind.
    “In that case then, don’t you dare,” she said with a little pout. “You know, if I had any sense I would make you both go home.”
    “Or one of us,” Greg eyed Jack warily.
    “Or both of you,” she reiterated, but her voice lacked any real heat.
    “Don’t. We’ll behave,” Jack insisted. “Besides, you know if you made us leave I would just worry about you being here by yourself. You don’t want to make me worry, do you?”
    “No, but…”
    Greg hated seeing her so upset. “But what, love?”
    “I don’t want to spend the night worrying about whether you guys are going to go at it.”
    After her oil comment, Greg felt the need for a little clarification. “Go at…it?”
    “I didn’t mean it that way.” Even with the dim light of the lanterns, Greg could tell she was blushing.
    “Good thing,” Jack said. “For a moment there I was worried I was going to have to do something drastic.”
    “Drastic.” Was that the best word the other man could come up with to describe the “hell no” situation she’d hinted at. “How about downright unthinkable?”
    “I don’t know.” Jack eyed him lazily. “If you lose the stubble I bet you’d be pretty enough.”
    “I happen to like the stubble.” Olivia smiled. “It’s very dashing.”
    “And I’m not pretty.” The matching looks of delight from Jack and Olivia caused him to frown. “What?”
    “It’s probably the accent.”
    “And the big blue eyes,” Jack added with a grin. “They are kind of dreamy.”
    For some reason, Greg felt more undressed than he had when he was actually standing unclothed before them. “This conversation has wandered into the absurd.”
    “Pretty is a compliment,” Olivia said.
    “No, it isn’t.” Especially coming from another man.
    Jacked rolled his eyes. “Come on, Big Ben. I was just teasing you. Don’t be the stereotype.”
    “What stereotype would that be?”
    “You know, English fuddy-duddy. Chill out. Relax, have a bit of fun.” Jack slipped his arm around Olivia’s shoulder and pulled her to him. “You never know, we all might be entertained tonight after all.”
    Somehow, Greg didn’t think his version of fun would coincide with Jack’s, but by the ease with which Olivia cuddled up next to the other man, Greg knew he better either step up his game or end up spending the night watching her other lover win her heart. “You know what, Jack, you’re right.”
    “I am?”
    “Yes. It’s time for a little fun.” Greg leaned forward to kiss her. When he pulled back he looked into Jack’s stormy eyes. “I’m feeling more relaxed already.”
     
    Olivia did her best to keep her surprise and excitement to a minimum. Greg was acting so un-Greg-like. In most respects he was pretty conservative, but because of this competition with Jack, he was throwing caution to the wind. And Olivia had to say she liked the idea a lot. Greg was smiling like the Cheshire Cat and Jack, for once, was looking as if he’d missed part of the play and was running to catch up.
    Olivia, on the other hand, wasn’t as afraid as she usually was. With both her men on the bed with her, she felt protected and safe. And loved. Now if only she could get them on better footing with each other, things would be perfect.
    “So, do you guys want to play cards or something?”
    “Sure.” Greg made himself comfortable on the bed. Lying on his side with his head facing the foot of the bed and his feet tucked in next to her. He rested his head on his hand. He truly appeared more at ease now than she could ever remember him being. “What game do you want to play?”
    “How about poker?” Jack tossed in.
    “Sounds good,” Olivia readily agreed. Jack had taught her the basics of the game and