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    Ant’s cell buzzed in his pocket and he leapt as though he’d been poked with a cattle prod. Knowing who it was helped dampen some of his lust, but it was knowing why J.B. would be calling at this hour, to let him know he was coming home—coming home to his woman—that shot Ant full of guilt and self-hatred.
    He didn’t know what his face looked like, but imagined it wasn’t good , because Logan flinched away from him as he reached into his pocket. She lifted a shaky hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears, and spun away from him to run for the bathroom. Ant squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth hard and answered his phone, doing his best not to think what would have happened if J.B. hadn’t called at that moment.

Chapter Three
     
    J.B. braced his elbows on the kitchen table, his coffee mug cradled between his hands, but his eyes were on Ant. His brother moved like an old man, shuffling to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup and, instead of coming to the table, leaned against the cabinet, keeping a lot of space between them. There was something significant in that, but J.B. was too fucking scared to ponder it for long. Scared that something inexplicable had happened that would ruin everything he’d carefully arranged.
    Coming home last night, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected to see. He knew what he’d hoped for. That Logan’s tipsy state would have pushed the two people he loved most together, that he’d come home to see them cuddled together, the fierce attraction between them having reached its natural conclusion. Did he consciously decide to enter into a threesome with his twin and the woman they both loved? Not really. But having spent the last six months watching them circle each other like adversaries, seeing the love they each tried to hide had led him to a lot of thinking.
    He loved Logan. What he thought he’d felt for Emily had been familiarity and habit. What he felt for Logan was a million times more powerful , and he knew his twin felt the same. He’d known his brother since the womb and, though Ant tried to hide his feelings, J.B. could read him like an open book. The teasing, the almost sharp bite of wit he displayed to Logan was a means to keep his distance from her. But when he thought no one was looking, when he thought he could get away with it, there was no disguising the pained love on his brother’s face.
    At first he’d wanted to deck Ant for even looking at Logan. But his possessive rage had calmed when he realized his brother wasn’t going to attempt to go after her. Then he’d started watching them when they weren’t aware of it, doing so for the last five months, only to see how much it hurt both of them to deny what they felt for each other. And they denied it because they both loved him and didn’t want to hurt him. It was fucked up, and he was aware most men would’ve just taken their woman and gone elsewhere.
    But this was Anthony. His brother, his twin, the one person who’d always been with him. The man who’d supported him through Emily’s bullshit . Even knowing Emily wasn’t right for him, Ant hadn’t said a word against her until she’d made it impossible to hold back anymore. J.B. had been aware of Ant’s attraction to Logan because it’d pissed Emily off. His ex-wife was probably the one who’d originally planted the idea of being in a threesome with his twin in his head, because she’d wanted Ant. Almost desperately. But it hadn’t been love on her side. She’d seen a chance to have both Calhoun men dangling on a string but her attempts to integrate herself in Ant’s life had been met with repulsion.
    Logan wasn’t doing that. When she saw Ant, J.B. saw the hunger and need on her face, the shy affection for Ant that she hid, and he knew it wasn’t about sex for her. Well, not much about sex. There was no denying every time Ant came around, when he and Logan went head to head about something, Logan’s arousal always burned