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love to see you naked,” she blurted out, almost falling forward in Jack’s direction. Luckily, Alex caught her in time.
    “Our baby girl is good and toasted.” Michael, who was generally the quiet one, spoke up for the first time, looking like he was biting back a full belly laugh. “I think the lecture can wait until morning, Jackson.”
    “Yeah, what he said.” Lori would agree to just about anything to get herself out of the current situation. Her brain wasn’t communicating with her mouth too well. That could only get her into worse trouble. “And I am not your baby anything. I told you for the last time I am a full grown woman, damn it.”
    Lori decided the best thing she could do was emphasize the point, so she cupped her breasts, impressive D-cups that no “baby” would have, and shoved them up a notch or two for good measure. The sweater she was wearing hugged her curves, with a deep V in the middle for just the right amount of cleavage. No way they could miss those bad boys now.
    “Holy crap, Michael, I think you should pour our little drunk into bed before I say or do something I’m gonna regret.” Alex actually stepped away from Lori like she’d just shoved a snake in front of his face.
    That was so not fair. Lori wasn’t conceited or anything, but she worked hard to keep in shape. What the hell was his problem?
    “Shut up, Lori.” Alex fixed a hard stare right at her when she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. “You’re drunk, and I am not in the mood right now. I’m so damned pissed you went out like that --” he waved his hand all up and down her front, “-- knowing other guys were looking at what is ours, I could tan your hide right now. But you’re too drunk to feel it.”
    Wait -- “ours”? What the hell did that mean?
    “Huh? I am not yours or any-damn-body else’s!” She was sick of this shit. “How can I be with the three of you hovering all the damn time?”
    There, she’d said it. No going back now. At least they would know how she felt. It would be one thing if any one of them would step up to the plate, but they treated her as if she were their little sister. Well, she wasn’t. She was a woman with needs, damn it, and it was high time they realized it.
    “You’re still ours,” Jack said quietly, looking rather amused by the situation. “You always have been. You’re a little too drunk to prove it tonight, but tomorrow, baby girl…” Slowly rising to his feet, Jack came over and caressed the side of her face with a single finger. Lori felt her heart pounding against her breastbone, goose bumps breaking out all over. “Tomorrow we plan on showing you just how much you belong to us.”
    Lori was left dumbfounded, watching Jack and Alex walk to the front door. She was too scared to even breathe, terrified she might wake up at any given second. If Jack had meant what she thought he did, then one of her most torrid fantasies was about to come true.
    “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Michael came over and guided her to her bedroom with a firm but gentle hand. Lori went with him, not sure what else to do.
    She stood there as he stripped off her sweater, boots and jeans, even the lacy underwear she’d worn just in case she got lucky. Truth be told, it wasn’t that she hadn’t gotten any offers. It was just that none of the guys who approached her seemed worth it. None of them could measure up to those damned McAlisters.
    “You really are gorgeous, Lori.” As if to put an exclamation point on his statement, Michael placed a soft kiss on her belly before ushering her over to her bed. “It’s gonna be hell not touching you tonight.”
    She wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but the margaritas she’d had made it too hard to think, let alone ask life-altering questions. Her eyes were suddenly too heavy, and her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth. It sounded like Michael was stripping off his own shirt and jeans. She only wished she