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be a ménage à trois, she realized with a giggle. It would be more like a ménage à quatre .
    All three men turned to stare at her when she giggled, which she never did in real life, either.
    Harriet was so disappointed with herself. Really, she was wallowing in every ridiculous, stereotypical female fantasy in the world…ones that had never appealed to her before. Damn, damn, damn. Next I’ll be adding the old classic…oh, no!
    I wouldn’t!
    Would I?
    She examined Steve more closely and inquired hesitantly, “How old are you?”
    He said some guttural word in French, which she was pretty sure was the f-word equivalent, then snapped, “Thirty-one.”
    With a grunt of disgust, she threw her hands in the air. “That does it! I give up. The older woman—younger man fantasy, too!” She didn’t care that the men looked at her as if she’d flipped her lid. She had. “I’m losin’ it here, guys. My brain is regressing. I’m on a fast train to trailer-park bimbo-dom.”
    “Is she mad?” Cain asked Etienne.
    “It would appear so,” Etienne replied dryly. “I can’t figure out if you two found her in a jungle, the opera show, or a lunatic asylum. But your prank is over. We’ve all had a good laugh. Now get this woman out of here.”
    “Huh?” the twins said. “What prank?”
    “Yeah, what prank?” Harriet chimed in.
    “ Merde! This is the worst time to pull a stunt,” Steve said, raking fingers through his thick hair. “I could see Abel trying such foolishness, but I expected more of you, Cain.”
    “What stunt?” the first guy, presumably Cain, asked.
    “I’m offended,” the other brother, Abel, added with a smirk.
    “Danger?” she squeaked, thoroughly baffled. Harriet realized now that the biblical guys Steve had mentioned earlier must be these studs—Cain and Abel. She wondered idly if she was going to remember any of this in the morning.
    The morning! she thought then. If I don’t get some sleep soon, I won’t be able to put two coherent words together for my speech . “Hey, Steve, if you’re not going to do your forceful seduction routine tonight, I’m going back to sleep.” With that, she did a backward swan dive onto the bench bed, then hitched down the hem of her short nightie. With a wide yawn, she closed her eyes. “See you tomorrow night, lover boy.”
    “Lover boy?” Cain and Abel whooped. “And what’s forceful seduction?” Cain asked.
    Her eyes shot open to see all three men gawking at her. Now what?
    Etienne, to her surprise, did a brief recap of her earlier explanation of forceful seduction. Although his version was a bit more crude, and graphic.
    “She wants you to do that ?” Cain asked with skepticism.
    “She wants you to do that ?” Abel asked with delight.
    Steve nodded. “She says the goal is to convince the woman that she wants something that she says she doesn’t want. Perfect twisted feminine thinking! Hell, why am I even discussing it with you two?”
    “And women like this forceful seduction?” Abel persisted with decided interest, turning to her.
    “Yes, unfortunately,” she responded, “although there has to be a clear line drawn, of course.” And she proceeded to give her routine lecture on the female fantasy that would never die.
    “Aaaarrrgh!” Steve interrupted, right at the good part where she was explaining the difference between S & Sand D & D. “Get her out of here,” Steve clipped out.
    “Well, aren’t you the grumpy one tonight!” she observed.
    “That’s just what I was telling him earlier,” Cain told her.
    Steve’s blue eyes flashed angrily, but he made a determined effort not to look at her. Instead he ordered, “Cain, you take her away.”
    “Me?” Cain protested. “Why me?”
    “Abel would probably stop in the luggage compartment for a quick dip of his overused wick.”
    “You don’t want her?” Abel eyed her with decided interest, not at all upset by Steve’s vulgar insult. In fact, he assured Harriet,