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their gazes met.
    Their hearts were too deeply entwined. There had never been secrets between the two men. “ I know, Slone,” Ja’Rol said quietly for him alone. “ She is our one. I can’t let her go.”
    “We’ll find a way,” he replied, drifting his fingers through her hair, her entire form relaxed with their loving. Then, reaching for Ja’Rol’s fingers, Slone curled them into his own. His breath hitched hard when, half asleep, Brigit covered them both with her soft hand, binding all three. He wondered if she had even an inkling to the message she was offering them, and fought to not let himself get too far ahead of the moment.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Brigit stared at the bedside table. Two in the morning, though by her internal clock it was closer to four. Either way, she was laying there in bed, watching the glowing colored numbers, unable to sleep.
    She was still in shock over what she’d done on that plane. Closing her eyes, that wasn’t even the end of it. Then she had to go and make a fool of herself in the limo on the way to the hotel.
    Burying her face in her pillow, she let out a scream. Why did she have to say all of that? Now they were going to think she was a snotty slut or something. Telling them that it had been fun. Fun? Christ. Fun?
    That sex had been the best of her ever-living life. She just couldn’t sit still across from them both and not keep quiet. They looked utterly delicious, relaxed and all it had done was make her feel like she had to fill the silence, because she was anything but relaxed after what had happened between them.
    Unfortunately, her mouth was not always in radio contact with her brain at moments like that.
    They’d both asked if she was okay, if she was tired, if she hurt anywhere. She had no idea. She was still tingling, even now, hours later. So of course, being unable to deal with it, she’d given some flip answer that she couldn’t even remember, her mouth in full gear when her brain wasn’t. At least neither had taken her stupidity to heart. They’d been the epitome of gentlemen, ensuring she was in her suite and had anything she could need for the night.
    Well, anything except sleep. Flopping to her back on the cushy mattress, she stared at the ceiling. They’d helped her dress in her clothes, fed her again, coddled her, and made sure she was comfortable, and generally doted on her like a princess.
    They obviously had the wrong chick.
    Chewing her inner cheek, she tried to relax, and failed. Giving up, she growled, throwing the covers clear to stand and find her long shirt. She didn’t bring a robe, but she had a long flannel that she’d owned for years. Yanking it on and stuffing her arms into it, she marched to the door separating the suites in the living room. Freaking gorgeous room and she couldn’t see straight to appreciate it.
    She lifted her hand and then froze, her knuckles millimeters from the wood. Should she? What could she tell them? Gee, I’m sorry, but you’re both so damned sexy I lost my head and decided I’d take the chance at a once in a lifetime thrill? She snorted. Yeah, because the chances of it repeating were slim to none.
    Her head sank to the wood. But it was more than that, at least after about the first five seconds it had been, for her. She’d thought she’d felt their caring, believed that their passion had been real, and not just some quirky gay-guy-gets-lucky-with-a-broad thing.
    She frowned. She knew that wasn’t it, but then what was it? And really, why her?
    Tugging the shirt edges in for protection, she lifted her chin then rapped on the door. If they were asleep, then she’d let it go and see how things played out, but she couldn’t sleep with the idea that they would think she was some two-bit tramp out for a cheap thrill. She wasn’t like that, intentionally or otherwise.
    The door swung open almost immediately and considering the suite was identical, with their bedroom on the far side from the