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Cleaning also gave her time to ponder the kiss. Granted there were many kisses since then, but the only one that mattered at the moment was the first one. Her first kiss… ever.
     
    When all was picked up and put away, they each took one more beer out to the fire pit to watch the last of the logs burn down to embers. Jack reached under a hidden compartment in the bench seats and tossed Sylas a throw blanket. Sylas deftly snatched it from the air and placed it around her, easing closer to add his body warmth.
     
    “It’s pretty late. If you aren’t up to driving back, I have plenty of room for you both to stay. I don’t condone drinking and driving, but it’s still up to you,” Jack said smiling at them both. “I am really interested in hearing more about your property and building plans, Chance. I’ve lots of experience in that department. I designed the bar and hired a crew to build it for me.” Jack yawned and raised his arms over his head in a long stretch, before looking back at her. “Just offering my help to the prettiest lady I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in quite a while.” He glanced at Sylas as he said it.
     
    Chance wasn’t sure what the silent look between them was or what it meant. She guessed it was something to do with the conversation from earlier in the evening. It didn’t matter though, since now there were two wonderful and extremely hot men offering their expertise. It would be foolish to turn it down and she was no ones fool. Chance also knew that this would mean telling them the rest of her secrets concerning the house plans. As the thought hit her, she instantly brushed it aside. These two people had her trust and to question it now would be stupid on her part. With the trust issue put aside, she vowed to not bring it up out of the recesses of her mind again.
     
    “I have a confession to make.” Chance shifted her position so she could look at both of them. It meant moving away from Sylas and his warmth, but it was a necessary move. Sylas adjusted the blanket for her and gave her a wink. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward with her admission.
     
    “I am building more than what I told you about. It will contain a complete underground two-level substructure. I have plans on two safe rooms, one on each sub level, a strategically placed emergency exit, and complete martial arts training center. It will be all self-contained. The second level down will also hold my well pump, back up generator, a wine room, and extra food pantry.”
     
    Jack gave a long whistle and Sylas just stared at her. She looked at them both shyly and said, “There’s more but I think that’s enough for right now. From the looks on both of your faces, I’m sure you both have plenty to say.”
     
    They both spoke up and quit talking at the same time. Chance just giggled at their shock. Jack was finally the first to speak back up. “Planning on World War III, Chance?”
     
    “No, not exactly. I want a home I can call mine. I want something I’ve designed and had built from my own imagination. I guess I’m a survivalist at heart, but I want somewhere I can live out the rest of my life and be truly happy. If the hard times come, I want to have no worries about leaving it or losing anyone I care about.” Chance whispered the last part more to herself than to them. In her mind, at least someday, there would be people in her life that she would care enough about to keep safe. Shaking her head to wipe the morose thoughts away, she asked them both “So… you still want to help?”
     
    She watched as Sylas and Jack exchanged another of their silent looks. Sylas reached out his hand to rub her shoulder and said, “We’re both here for you, babe. Whatever you need, ask and it’s yours. When’s your builder coming back?”
     
    “Well since it’s now a new day, tomorrow at my house, noonish. You both want to come?”
     
    They both replied with an enthusiastic yes. Chance took a deep breath, not