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want to leave the others alone for too long. If there was a decision to be made, he wanted to be in on it.
    Once dressed, he padded barefoot across the living room carpet and sat on the edge of the couch. “Okay, let me ask you both this—do you love her?” Hunter held his hands out, palms up, elbows on his knees. He knew he loved her. She was all he could think about ever since he laid eyes on her. Dawn was a mixture of confidence and fragility, both rolled into the same package. Hunter couldn’t help himself. He loved her, and nothing was going to change that.
    Wilder was the first to answer. “To be honest, I think the way I feel about her could be love. It’s strong and deep, and I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.” He shrugged. “So, yeah, I guess I am in love with her.”
    Hunter smiled. They had always been so alike. “I have the same sense about it.” He balled his hand into a fist and pounded on his chest, directly over his heart, three times. “In here, there’s a fullness, a sort of completeness I’ve never had until now.”
    “So, both of you are in love with Dawn,” Micah said, folding his arms over his chest. “We are in a quandary then because I’m pretty sure I love her, too.”
    “Then what’s the problem? We’re all agreed.” Hunter frowned.
    “The problem is, how did we let this happen?” Micah raised his eyebrows. “Just how is it that three grown men who purport themselves to be sex therapists let their feelings get so tangled up with a client and”—he raised an index finger—“it all happens within the span of a weekend?”
    Hunter was getting more frustrated by the minute. “I feel like we’re talking in circles. First, we question our ethics, then we all agree we love her, and now, we’re back to questioning our ethics again. What is it you want, Micah? Do you want us to start analyzing each other?”
    Micah shook his head. “No, that’s not what I want. Good grief, Hunter. Calm down.”
    Hunter pressed his lips together and drew in a deep breath. It wouldn’t do any good to get all cranked up about this. They all needed to stay calm and discuss this like three adults. “I am calm,” he said, blowing out a breath. “Look, here’s the thing—we need to decide now what we’re going to do about this situation.”
    “What do you mean ‘decide’?” Wilder cocked his head, his eyes narrowed.
    “Are we going to continue with her therapy, or are we going to throw caution to the wind and ask her to move in with us?” Hunter could picture it now. Dawn moving into the house with them, all four of them living a happily ever after. Was it even possible? Their house was big enough. He and Wilder shared a three-bedroom ranch just outside of the city. Micah was there most of the time and hardly ever stayed at his own place. Moving in together would be a great financial decision. It was cheaper for the three of them to split the cost of a house than to live in an apartment. And they all got along well, Micah fitting in with him and Wilder like a third brother. They had their arguments, but everything always worked out. Hunter hoped this was one of those things they could work out easily.
    Wilder looked at Hunter, and then he smiled. “I think we should ask her to share our lives. Our house is big enough, don’t you think?”
    “What you’re saying is that we all love her and are asking her to be in a ménage relationship with all three of us?” Micah asked, leaning forward and parking his elbows on his knees. “I think it could work.”
    “We are thinking alike, then.” Hunter stood, excitement rushing through him at the prospect of the three of them having Dawn move in with them.
    “When should we ask her?” Wilder stood also, rubbing his hands together.
    “Why don’t you ask me now?”
    The three of them turned toward the sound of a female voice to find Dawn standing in the open bedroom door.
    “How long have you been standing there?” Hunter