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“Does this mean I’m as fucked as you are?”

“I doubt Sapphie would like you referring to the two of us falling in love as me being fucked,” Magnus taunted.

“But you’re going to tell her I said it anyway.”

“Of course,” his twin assured with relish.

“You’re a bastard.” Fergus groaned. “And you still haven’t told me how I’m supposed to go to bed and try to sleep, knowing Thea is in the bedroom just down the hallway from my own.”

“Have you tried sleeping?”

“Of course I’ve fucking tried!” Fergus snapped. “I want her too much to be able to stop thinking about her, which stops me from falling asleep.”

“You’re thinking about all of her?”

“Yes.”

“I thought it was her arse you wanted?” the other man taunted.

Thea’s cheeks bloomed with heat at hearing someone else make that same comment about her bottom.

“And what the hell is that all about?” Fergus fumed. “I’m a leg man, always have been.”

“Obviously not when it comes to Thea,” Magnus reasoned.

“I can’t believe I said all those things to her after only actually speaking to her for an hour or so,” Fergus groaned.

“But you told me you’d noticed her, and her arse, long before that.”

Two days and three hours before that, in fact, Thea recalled.

“I did, but…” Fergus made a huffing noise. “Dear God, I’m supposed to be the suave and sophisticated one.”

“And I’m the rough and gruff one,” his twin acknowledged without rancor.

“Well, my suave buggered off hours ago and took sophistication with it.” Fergus sighed heavily. “God knows what Thea must think of me.”

“For admiring and wanting her arse?” Magnus mused.

“I said I wanted to bite it, not that I want it, per se.”

“Don’t you?”

“Maybe,” Fergus conceded guardedly.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No, have you?”

“I’m a married man, which means I’m not going to answer any questions about my sex life,” Magnus dismissed lightly.

Fergus gave a heavy sigh. “What the hell am I going to do?”

“Well, from the sound of it, after you fly back to England tomorrow with Thea, you’re going to hunt down the person who has been stalking her and has now followed and attacked her in Paris. While you’re doing that, you also seem to intend to fondle and bite Thea’s arse as often as she’ll let you,” Magnus added conversationally.

“Have I told you lately what a fucker you are?” Fergus grumbled.

Magnus’s chuckle completely lacked sympathy. “I can’t tell you how much I’m enjoying hearing my little brother squirm.”

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