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contact of their mingling heartbeats, how right and natural it seemed, Jackson said, “Ignore him.”
    â€œYou’re not worried about his reaction to all this?”
    He snorted. “Nah. Why would I be?”
    After giving him a squeeze, she leaned away with a smile. “God, Jackson. What am I going to do with you?”
    â€œThat’s the fun part, honey. As long as you’re not pushing me away, you can do anything you want.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    W ALKING BACK IN to face her brother and Dare was nearly painful. They weren’t exactly condemning her, but Dare watched her with that quiet scrutiny that was so much a part of him, now sharpened with curiosity, too.
    Had Dare ever seen her as a sexual being? Probably not. She hadn’t even seen herself that way, especially not since the kidnapping to Tijuana. That, more than any other reason, had accounted for her problems with Marc. He wanted what she couldn’t give…or rather, what she couldn’t give until Jackson, until last night, until she’d discovered her own carnal nature.
    Her brother…well, in any other circumstance, she would find Trace’s behavior amusing. It wasn’t often that she got to see him disconcerted. Even before their parents had died, he’d been an Alpha male in every way, taking charge of everything and everyone, always cool, always a rock.
    But now, with the realization that her nightmare could be starting all over again, humor remained well out of Alani’s reach.
    As Jackson sat down, he brought her with him, ensuring she stayed close to his side. His hold was comforting but also intrinsically possessive.
    Did it mean anything?
    Giving him a subtle nudge with her elbow, she complained in an aside, “I’d prefer a little more discretion, please.”
    He kissed her ear. “Sorry.” He loosened his hold, but didn’t let her go completely.
    And she was glad.
    Dare and Trace watched their every move. Never had she envisioned her private life being made so public. Jackson didn’t seem to mind, but she couldn’t bear it.
    â€œThis is ridiculous.” She wanted them both to leave so she could put Jackson back to bed—to sleep. He needed to recoup after his ordeal, and she wanted to be the one to take care of him. Usually he was so capable, so strong. This might be her only chance, her only excuse for keeping him close.
    With all three men underfoot, she couldn’t get her emotions in check. The dual assault of wanting Jackson again so badly, juxtaposed against the thrumming fear of danger, left her more flustered than usual.
    She tried a direct look that came off weak at best. “If you two have finished your coffee…?”
    Dare half smiled at her obvious hint and lifted his cup for another sip.
    Trace hadn’t bothered with coffee. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you kicking out all of us, or just Dare and me?”
    Short of admitting that she wanted to take advantage of Jackson’s predicament, what could she do other than protest? “You’re overstepping, Trace.”
    â€œNot the first time.”
    She stared at him, and he relented enough to say, “Until we sort this out, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone.”
    Jackson ran his fingertips down her spine. “Put yourbrother’s mind at ease, honey. Tell him I can stick around for the night.”
    For the night? Oh, for pity’s sake. Sure, she realized that she might have stumbled into things, but they were stretching it. Rather than admit that she wanted Jackson to stay, she said, “I promise I will be extra careful.”
    â€œNot good enough.” Dare set aside his coffee. “You don’t have the right skills to recognize a possible problem.”
    Her smile hurt. “Believe me, being kidnapped more than drove home that point for me.” At her self-deprecating tone, each of them froze with uncertainty.