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far-left corner. A mini refrigerator and small counter with a coffeepot and sink sat opposite of that. Hell, regardless of how small the room was, anything was better than the cell that he had occupied for ten years.
    “Elliott said you wanted a ménage.” Anna had taken two bottles of water from the small fridge and brought them back his way. Handing one to him, she made herself comfortable on the bed. “Isn’t that what this town is famous for?”
    “We share women, if that’s what you mean,” Mitch answered, trying to clarify things for her. “But as for a relationship, Elliott just hasn’t accepted that he’s going to have to do that on his own. I’m not cut out for that.”
    “Ah, that’s right,” Anna said mockingly. “You don’t think you’re good enough for a woman because you’re a felon. Let me rephrase that, you’re good enough for a fuck, but not good enough for a relationship.”
    “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Mitch was now ready to leave. Who was she to judge him? She was the one with all the secrets, regardless that his contact said she was clean. He knew that to be the truth, just as he knew he’d forever be known as a felon.
    “Stop with the ruffled feathers,” Anna said, rolling to her side and propping her elbow on the bed to rest her head in her hand. Her red hair tumbled around her fingers, the golden hue of the light making the strands seem to sparkle. He wasn’t sure where her clip had gone. His T-shirt was a little too big for her, but when she shifted her hips, the material moved up to display her panties. He couldn’t prevent his eyes from taking in the curve of her thighs or the way her dainty feet couldn’t be longer than his hand. The pink of her toes was just an added benefit to the view. He’d always loved pink on a woman. “It’s just obvious you have this self-image that differs from everyone else’s.”
    “And what about your self-image?” Mitch asked, sitting back against the chair and stretching his legs out. He threw the conversation toward her. Two could play at this game. “Why deny that there’s something between the three of us?”
    “That has nothing to do with my self-image,” Anna answered, looking at him with her blue eyes. There were moments when there was an honest vulnerability in her eyes, but then a coldness crept in, wiping it away. Right now, her openness shined brightly through. She was an enigma. “My not getting involved in a relationship is something I’ve come to accept, which is why a one-night stand sounded pretty damn good. I have my reasons, but they’re personal. You, on the other hand, seem to think because you spent time in jail, you’re not as worthy as your brother.”
    With any other person, Mitch would have walked out by now. For some reason, he wanted to stay and convince her that what he believed was the truth. It was very important to him that she understand where he was coming from. He wasn’t sure when he’d lost control of this conversation, but maybe if he was honest for once in his life, he could save the three of them a lot of heartache.
    “Elliott is twice the man I will ever be.”
    “Why?”
    Mitch couldn’t look at her while recalling the past, so he fixed his gaze above her to the window overlooking Main Street. Feeling his scar throb, he brought his hand up to rub it. The curtain had been pulled, but that didn’t stop the streetlights from displaying the shadows of the town. He hadn’t talked about what had happened to anyone since he’d gotten out, but he needed her to know. “I was twenty years old, away at college, and thought I was impervious to everything. I went to every frat party there was on campus, knew everyone there was to know of importance, and had the teachers eating out of the palms of my hands because of my football scholarship. It didn’t hurt that I was actually smart.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me,” Anna said. She had spoken so softly, he