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would be easy for three men with their experience to win her round. Maybe so, but Brad didn’t just want her body. He wanted her complete trust. For some obscure reason over which he had no control, it was vitally important to him.
    He wondered what the hell was wrong with him. “Love ’em and leave ’em” had always been his mantra. He hadn’t found a woman yet whom he was prepared to lose any sleep over. He tried to tell himself that situation had only changed because it was so important to Daniel, but knew he was deluding himself. He and Harry had laughed when Jonny had said there was something about her that made it worth going that extra mile for. Two minutes alone with her and already Brad agreed with him. She was feisty, intelligent, and cared deeply about Daniel—attributes which Brad admired. She was also totally unaware of her sensuality, which appealed to Brad because it made her so different from the self-obsessed women he usually mixed with. Vulnerability clung to her like a cloak, filling Brad with a fierce determination to protect her, no matter what. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and was astonished to discover that far from running for the hills in an effort to escape anything smacking of commitment, he was perfectly content with that situation. It felt absolutely right.
    Steffi groaned as he dug his fingers into a particularly knotty area. “Hmm, that feels good.” She rolled her head in circles, eyes closed, her breath expelled in short, appreciative gasps. “Where did you learn to do that?”
    Brad chuckled. “Trust me, babe, you don’t want to know.”
    She muttered something unintelligible. Brad thought he caught the words arrogant and egotistical in there somewhere, which made him smile. Apparently, she’d accused Jonny of being arrogant, and it seemed she’d already categorized Brad right there alongside him.
    “Jonny tells me that you don’t want to play with us,” Brad said softly.
    Her eyes flew open. She’d kind of slid down the rock she’d been leaning against, placing half her weight on his thigh as he sat beside her and massaged those slender shoulders of hers. She now jerked upright so fast that her elbow landed in his groin.
    “Ouch! Shit, that hurt.”
    “Sorry,” she said sweetly. “Hope I didn’t damage anything important.”
    Brad had thought her gesture was reflective—an accident. Her innocent expression made him wonder and increased his interest in her. She might have ghosts that needed exorcising, but she sure as hell had spirit, too.
    “Kiss it better and I’ll forgive you.”
    “Not a chance.”
    He replaced one of his hands on her shoulder and grinned at her. “Care to take a bet on that?”
    “You’re as bad as your brother.” She tossed her head. “No, the three of you are as bad as each other. You think that you’re invincible and that all women will collapse in a grateful heap at your feet the moment you deign to look at them.”
    “Not our feet, exactly.”
    “Oh, for God’s sake!”
    She tried to shake his hand off and stand up, but Brad wasn’t ready to let her go.
    “What are you afraid of, Steffi?” he asked softly, running the fingers of his other hand gently down the side of her face and looking intently into her eyes. “We don’t bite. Well…that’s not strictly true, but we won’t do anything you won’t enjoy.”
    “Too right you won’t because I refuse to be your latest plaything. I realize you don’t like to refuse Daniel anything and that you’re stuck at Porlock with no other form of entertainment.” She glowered at him. “Get over yourself.”
    The haunted look in her eye socked Brad in the gut with far greater force than her elbow had just managed. He’d do just about anything to get to the bottom of her insecurities and make her feel better about herself, including not laying a finger on her if it absolutely came to it. Hopefully, such drastic self-restraint wouldn’t become necessary.
    “Who is he?” he