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I’ll be right back with some more water.”
    She watched him go and felt a piece of her seem to go with him. Brock walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
    “We slept in here with you last night. Without the electricity, it’s too cold to sleep alone and you were burning up with fever. We’ll probably be doing the same tonight if the electricity doesn’t come back on. I don’t expect it will until they can get someone out here to run the lines and find the break. Too windy to risk putting anyone on a pole right now.”
    “So, you’re planning on sleeping with me again?” She realized it didn’t bother her as much as it should have.
    “Yep.”
    “Okay. I guess it’s the best thing to do.” She felt a flush spread over her face and hoped he wouldn’t notice it.
    When he reached out and ran the back of his hand over her cheek, she knew he had. It only served to embarrass her more. She couldn’t look at him. When he lifted her chin, she still averted her eyes from his.
    “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
    Jeni wasn’t sure she could say anything around the lump in her throat. She felt his touch clear to her womb. There, it burned her from the inside out. She drew in a shaky breath and held it.
    “Look at me.”
    She couldn’t stop her eyes from gazing up into his chocolate orbs. He slowly leaned down and brushed her lips with his. Just the barest of butterfly kisses. She groaned. She wanted more. She wanted to taste him. He seemed to know what she wanted because he pressed his lips harder against hers and slanted his mouth over hers. She inhaled his scent as he licked along the seam of her lips. It washed over her and through her. He smelled of saddle leather, smoke, and the sweet musk of man.
    The soft but persistent touch of his tongue finally persuaded her to open her mouth to his assault. He hummed his approval and explored her mouth with his tongue. He teased along hers and then nipped at her bottom lip when she started to pull away. He was having none of that. He wasn’t finished with her yet. His hands moved from where they had been cupping her face to her shoulders. One ran around her neck beneath her hair and massaged her neck. It relaxed her just enough that she didn’t notice when his brother entered the room until he cleared his throat.
    There was a look of hunger on his face as he licked his lips. She pulled back from Brock’s arms and tried to sink into the covers. What had she done? She couldn’t get involved with these men. Not one of them and certainly not both of them. She had a madman on her trail.
    “Don’t pull away like that,” Brock said.
    “I shouldn’t have done that.” She caught herself licking her lips, much like Brady had been doing earlier.
    Brady walked over to the bed and sat the glass of water he’d been carrying on the bedside table. He knelt on the floor next to the bed and leaned in. She found herself swaying towards him. When his lips touched hers, she opened as if it were the only thing she could do. The feel of his lips was so completely different from his brother’s. He seemed less sure and more hesitant. She whimpered when he pulled away.
    “You’re sick, and I’m acting like a randy teenager. I’m sorry, baby. Get some more sleep.” Brady stood up and backed away from the bed.
    “We’ll be downstairs if you need us. Why don’t you take a nap?” Brock said as he headed towards the door.
    She watched both men walk through the door before Brady closed it most of the way behind him.
    She was in so much trouble.

    * * * *

    They were in so much trouble, Brock thought. His brother was already a little in love with their guest. He refused to let himself think about what she meant to him at the moment. All he could think about was that she was lying to them about something and he had the distinct feeling it was something they needed to know about.
    “Snow’s supposed to slack off tomorrow,” Brady said.
    “Still going to get another few inches