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the canoe between his legs, feeling his warmth envelop her at once. “Mmm,” she said, burrowing deeper between his legs, “that feels nice.”
    His hands settled on her shoulders and began to work her muscles.
    “But you’re the one that needs a massage,” she admonished, her eyes drifting closed.
    “No, no. You’ve been working your ass off to get the attic ready, and you’re so tiny that—”
    “You’re probably exhausted but too proud to admit it.” Will’s voice was closer than she thought it would be, so she cracked one eye open. He’d moved to her spot in the middle, and she wondered how she hadn’t felt the boat rock as he’d moved. It was probably a shifter thing, she thought, letting her eyes drift closed again.
    “Well…maybe I am a little tired. But not enough to stop working.”
    Seb’s hands moved a little further down her back, pushing and kneading and loosening. His fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts, and she sucked in a breath. She wanted his fingers to move further, to touch her nipples, to pinch and squeeze and flick.
    They did.
    With a sigh, Lianne leaned her head back into Seb’s stomach, affording him easier access to her breasts. He slowly unzipped her large fleece jacket and slipped his hands inside. She thrust her chest up as he cupped her.
    “So beautiful,” Will whispered.
    Her eyes snapped open, and she shot away from Seb, causing the canoe to tip back and forth precariously.
    “What the hell?” Seb asked, gripping the sides. “What’s the matter?”
    As she leaned against the side of the canoe, her fumbling fingers attempted to zip up her jacket, but she was suddenly too nervous for her muscles to remember how to do it. She could also feel the heat blossoming on her cheeks as embarrassment and shame swam through her blood.
    “Lianne?” Will asked.
    She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I just remembered that I have to go back. We have to go back right now.” She could never admit to them what had really upset her, what made her cheeks flame at the thought of Seb’s hands traveling so brazenly across her body. He must have felt how small her breasts were. No doubt he was appalled by what she lacked.
    Will’s eyes had a smirking quality though his lips remained pressed tightly together. “And how do you plan on getting back to land?”
    “You…well, you’ll row me over.” Will’s eyebrows shot up. “Won’t you?”
    “Not until you tell us what the hell is going on here.”
    “Nothing’s going on.”
    “Let’s see,” Seb said. “One moment you’re murmuring soft sounds of pleasure at my touch and the next you’re nearly tipping the boat over in nervousness. That doesn’t sound like nothing to me. Does it to you, Will?”
    “Nope.”
    Lianne glared at first Seb and then Will and crossed her arms over her chest, fearing that leaving her small breasts exposed for their scrutiny would somehow alert them to her insecurities. “I’m serious. I really have to be getting back, so if you’ll just kindly pick up your oars and start—”
    “No, I’m serious, Lianne.” Seb’s voice was dark and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “This canoe is going nowhere until you tell us what has frightened you.”
    “I’m not frightened.” Her words sounded small.
    Seb grabbed her chin and tilted it up, forcing her to look deep into his eyes. “Tell me the truth.” She opened her mouth to protest, but Seb tightened his fingers. “Right now.”
    She sniffed. “It’s my chest.”
    “What about it?”
    She glared at him, annoyed that he was actually making her say it aloud. Obviously he could see that her boobs were lacking in the “big, supple, and squeezable” department.
    “What about your chest?” he asked again.
    Squeezing her arms tighter around herself, she whispered, “It’s not exactly generous.”
    His lips trembled, and his eyes squinted together.
    “Don’t you dare do it,” she said, waggling her finger at him.