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I went up on my knees and pulled off my own clothes until I was in just a pair of panties. Tugging his big shirt on felt like heaven. I let out a happy moan and sighed. “This is fine. This is just part of the experiment. And you both should come to bed. For the experiment.”

Tate slipped in behind me while Nash settled in front of me and tugged me into his chest. Tate’s hand gripped my hip and he closed the distance between us, not stopping until he was pressed against my ass.

I wiggled my legs as arousal struck. “Being horny doesn’t count. As a big feeling, I mean.”

Tate growled. “The hell it doesn’t.”

“I shouldn’t feel it, either. What a failed experiment. Darn.” I yawned again. “The girls are having a hard time and it’s a real sad affair over there. I don’t have anything to be sad about, though. Nothing. I got over Mark. I had sex again. I rode a motorcycle and put out a fire. I’m doing great. That’s why I came over here. Just to tell you guys I’m doing great. I’m not sad or anything. So, if you heard a lot of sad songs playing, it wasn’t me.”

Nash pressed his lips to my forehead and smiled. “Go to sleep. You can explain this all again in the morning.”

“Which is in three hours.” Tate kissed my shoulder and settled even closer. “Also, just so you know, you reopened the door of communication. Now we’re back in.”

I wrapped my arm around Nash’s waist and smiled as I started to nod off. “Shh. I’m trying to sleep.”

CHAPTER 29

Eve

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a painful ache in my hip. Reaching down to poke at it, I hissed and looked down to see a large bruise had already formed. Frowning, I sat up and glanced around. It wasn’t my first time waking up in Nash’s bed so I knew where I was but I was still a little surprised. I was alone and surrounded by the scent of the man. I inhaled deeply and ran my hands over the soft material of his oversized shirt. I thought about his bare chest the night before and lay back into his pillows.

I was sad the guys weren’t in bed with me. No matter what I told myself, I wanted them. I missed them. That was the real reason I’d drunkenly climbed out of my window the night before. It was silly to deny it. I wanted them, even though it was bad for me. I’d spent my life making the right decisions. Mark had been the right decision. He’d been healthy and good for me, until he wasn’t. I’d done everything right and still ended up heartbroken. Maybe it was time to really just throw caution to the wind.

Feeling dehydrated and annoyed at my own back and forth, I got out of Nash’s bed and looked around for the clothes I’d taken off the night before, but they were nowhere to be seen. Frowning, I left the room and ventured out into the rest of the cabin. Peeking into the kitchen and living room, I saw Tate at the kitchen counter. A wave of embarrassment struck me and I considered climbing out of my second window in less than twelve hours.

“You want eggs?” Tate looked up and his gaze locked on mine. “Are you hiding?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and walked closer. “No. I wasn’t hiding.”

“And the eggs?” He smirked at me and nodded. “Eggs for you. Sit down and I’ll get you a glass of juice. Or water. Or coffee.”

“Water, please.” I sat across from him at the island and watched him move seamlessly around the kitchen. He hummed to himself as he worked and in no time, he’d placed a full plate of food in front of me, along with a giant glass of ice water. I stared down at the big plate and my stomach grumbled loudly.

“Eat.” He sat beside me and ate his own food while casting long looks at me between bites. He finished long before I did and then just fully watched me. When I became awkward and choked on a mouthful of egg, he took my fork from me and moved even closer. Scooping a forkful of hashbrowns on the implement, he held it up to my mouth. “Open.”

For some stupid reason, I did as he said. I ate the rest of my meal from him, even past the point of being full. When the last bite had been swallowed, he ran his thumb over my lips and then sat back, looking satisfied.

“No more hiding.” He stood up and picked me up, making me groan at the pressure it put on my full stomach. He carried me to the couch and sat with me in his lap. “You want to be here with us. We want you here. There’s no point in you pretending that you don’t.”

I begged to differ. There were plenty of points, the main one being the safety of my heart. “You make it seem so simple.”

He tugged me across his lap until I was straddling him. “It is so simple. Just coming over when you want to see us is so much simpler than avoiding us until you can’t take it and you crawl out your window, leaving a giant bruise on your ass.”

I frowned when he gently ran his hand over my bruise. “Maybe it’s simpler for you guys than it is for me.”

“Why? Is it your ex?” His blue eyes crinkled deeper. “You still have feelings for him?”

“What is it with you guys? You’re obsessed with talking about my ex.”

“We’re obsessed with the idea of another man touching you. You won’t say for sure he’s out of the picture.”

I leaned away from him. “He’s a married man, Tate.”

“Lots of men are married men but still find it in themselves to cheat.”

“I’m not interested in married men.” I saw his mouth quirk like he had more to say so I rushed on. “He’s out of the picture for me. He isn’t the reason this isn’t so simple for me. This thing has an expiration date. As confident as you three are in yourselves, I can’t believe you haven’t considered the idea I could get attached to you being here.”

“So, you’re worried about liking us too much?”

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