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came toward her, wearing an expression of tight concern. His earlier erection, she couldn’t help but notice, had disappeared, and his cock bobbed idly between his powerful thighs.
    “What are you doin’ out here, darlin’?”
    He stopped his advance when she took a step backward, though the press of Stephen’s warm, hard body against her spine stopped her retreat.
    “Why did you run?” Stephen asked, gripping her shoulders and steering them both off to the side of the road.
    The men stood close around her, and they waited in silence for her explanation. She waited, too, in hopes of finding one. Stephen and Caleb’s eyes still held shades of their animals, and Rose realized they must be much better able to see in the dark. They belonged out there. She didn’t.
    Ragged breaths punctuated the sounds of night owls and crickets and rustling things that slipped among the tall pine trees. Now she felt safe, regardless of what frightening things loomed in those woods. She had two frightening things protecting her.
    “Why did you come out here alone?” Stephen asked again.
    “I’m not sure.” The words came out choppy from her chattering teeth. “I just panicked and ran.”
    Stephen ran his hands over her arms and shot her a disapproving scowl. “Damn it, you’re frozen solid. Come on. Let’s get you home.”
    When he reached for her hand, however, she pulled back.
    “You don’t trust us,” Caleb said, and there was a flicker of hurt in the tone.
    She stuck her fists under her armpits in a feeble attempt to warm them. “Should I?”
    “Let your heart answer that question,” he said. “Not your head.”
    Her stomach gave a drunken sort of flip, and she let out a slow, lazy laugh. “My head is out to lunch at the moment. Call back later.”
    Her eyes swept over his body. While she stood there shaking violently, he didn’t so much as have a single goose bump on him—and she made sure to check every inch.
    “Aren’t you even the slightest bit cold standing out here?” she asked, annoyed at the thought for some reason.
    “I’m more worried about you at the moment. Let us help you home, Rose.”
    Blood had crusted and dried on Caleb’s hip and shoulder, and she frowned. He’d been hurt again, probably during the fight he’d just been part of.
    “Why is it that every time I see you naked, you’re on this road and covered in blood?”
    “She ain’t stayin’ with our train of thought,” Caleb said to Stephen.
    “It’s the concussion talking. She’s wandering.”
    “No, I’m not. I’m standing right here.”
    She tried to take a step forward, but the dizziness hit hard and pitched her forward into Stephen’s arms.
    Caleb swore. “Let’s take her out of here before she catches pneumonia.”
    Stephen grunted. “Or someone drives by and wonders why the hell a confused woman is being carried off by two naked men.”
    “I’m not confused anymore,” she said sleepily. “Everything’s perfectly clear to me now.” And it was. She’d lost her mind and dreamed up two gorgeous hallucinations.
    Stephen lifted her as easily as he would a child and cradled her head against his chest. She tried to drum up a reasonable protest for being held against his powerful body, but nothing came aside from the waves of safe, unbelievably warm comfort that swept over her. His scent stirred a very real and heavily layered longing inside her. She was right where she belonged.
    His heat and presence filled her up, cocooning her in the certain knowledge that this was right, it was hers, and it was forever. Why had she tried to escape this?
    Because you promised yourself you’d never be like your mother , she heard a distant whisper say. The whisper tried to warn her of other things, but the fuzz in her head drowned it out.
    “You might want to close your eyes,” Stephen was telling her. “The pace we travel can be a little disorienting.”
    She was going to explain that closing her eyes made the dizziness worse,