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Susannah had gone past any boundaries she'd ever set for herself. Simply
adding another man had toppled the scale and after that, well, it was beyond
belief.
    And
it sure as hell wasn't getting entered in any diary anywhere.
    Slowly
she climbed from her little cocoon, doing her best not to disturb the sleepers.
Fortunately, they must have been at a deep point in their slumber cycle, since
all she got was a grunt as Tyler rolled over and pulled the sheets up over
himself.
    Logan
never even moved.
    Creeping
from the bedroom, she retrieved her clothing and found the bathroom, a delight
this morning since she was sticky, messy and definitely in need of a shower.
She'd have to re-don her medieval costume, but the thought of being fresh and
clean outweighed any other considerations.
    A
half-hour later, she found herself damp but tidy, clad in her historical
garments, albeit more loosely laced into her corset. Her breasts were a bit
sore this morning, along with other places that had been well and
enthusiastically used.
    A
smile crossed her face as she hunted for coffee. This was how a woman should
feel after a night of really great sex.
    With
two men.
    Oh God.
    She
made do with instant coffee, warming water in the convenient little microwave
she discovered in the tiny kitchenette. There was creamer in the fridge and a
few leftover raspberries.
    Seating
herself at the small round table in what was probably intended to be a
breakfast nook, Susannah watched the sun come up over the Maryland countryside
and as the caffeine hit her brain cells, she took stock.
    Item
one. She'd just had, and been had by, two men.
    Okay,
not something that had been in her to-do list, but she wasn't about to get
taken out and shot by the sexually conservative police force. It wasn't a
crime. In fact, it had been amazingly awesome. So, inhibitions, get over yourselves and move on.
    Item
two. How the fuck was she supposed to
move on?
    Item
three. Were there any rules for morning-after behavior with two men? How did
one tell them both they were great while making sure nobody got preferential
praise? If she looked at Logan first, would Tyler get pissed off? What about
exchanging phone numbers? Meeting up again?
    Urgh.
Item four. Did she want to repeat
this experience?
    She
stared blankly out the window, not knowing the answers to any of the questions
she was asking herself.
    It
was, to use a hackneyed excuse, complicated .
And now she had a much better understanding of the true meaning of that word.
She'd hated it when her girlfriends used it, but it worked here, now. And
summed up the situation concisely. It was just no fucking help.
    A
thought darted across her mind. The smartest thing she could do right now,
right at this moment, was get the fuck out of Dodge. Creep silently down to her
car and scram like an apparition fading at dawn.
    But
that would be the coward's way out, of course. Even though it would save her a
lot of what she could only perceive as awkwardness.
    Her
hand reached for her bag and her car keys, but as fate would have it, she'd
left it too late.
    "Mornin'
beautiful. Is that coffee I smell?" Tyler strolled into the kitchen,
dropped a kiss on her head and wandered to the cupboard.
    "Make
that two, will ya?" Logan yawned his way into the small space, filling it
with the energy of two sleepy, rumpled and happy males.
    Susannah
threw up mental hands and cursed herself for thinking too long.
    "Good
morning." She stood. "I've made myself a cup. Hope you don't mind."
    "Not
at all, babe." Tyler stared at the microwave. "Glad you feel at home."
    She
sucked in a breath but said nothing.
    Logan
heard her, though. "What is it, Susannah? You okay this morning?"
    His
gaze pinned her and she could feel him trying to see inside her mind. It was
the weirdest thing. "Yes, I'm okay."
    "No,
you're not." Logan frowned. "Let me get my coffee. We need to talk."
    She
chuckled and strolled to the little counter, leaning on it as the men sat down
at the table. "Go