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bed.Miss Hattie’s bed. With this hot angry man who was an extremely good kisser.
    Without even being aware of it, her lips opened, and her tongue greeted his in a slide
     of heat that had her releasing a deep moan. She hooked her arms around his shoulders
     and started to thread her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck when he
     pulled away.
    For a second, Brant stared at her with confusion, as if he didn’t quite understand
     what had just happened, then just as quickly the confused look evaporated and hard
     anger slipped back into place.
    “You’re a liar,” he stated. “I remember your kisses.” He leaned down and his hand
     slipped under her skirt and over her panties. “I remember your panties.” Two fingers
     dipped beneath the elastic, and Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried not to groan.
     “And I remember your heat.”
    His hand slipped away, but it took a full minute for Elizabeth to realize that he’d
     moved. She opened her eyes to find him standing by the door. His lips still held the
     wet glimmer of shared heat, but his eyes remained as cold as an arctic sea.
    “I’m not through with you, Ms. Murphy. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter Seven
    Henhouse Rule #4: Pleasure is best shared.
    “H OLY SHIT .”
    Brant looked back at Beauregard, who had stopped in the doorway of Miss Hattie’s room
     to stare at the massive bed that covered one entire wall. Even after spending a night
     handcuffed to it, Brant had to agree with his little brother. The bed was impressive
     and an antique that he would love to add to his collection. The wood was a rich walnut,
     the carving on the headboard and footboard definitely early eighteenth century. Since
     most colonists at the time had made practical furniture, Brant would almost bet that
     this ornate bed had been brought over from Europe—more than likely, from England.
    “The infamous Miss Hattie’s bed,” Beau breathed. Tossing his cowboy hat onto a chair
     in the corner, he strode over and bounced down on the high mattress. “It’s about as
     comfortable as a bed can get. No wonder Miss Hattie did so well. Most men would’ve
     paid good money just to sleep here for the night.”
    “I doubt seriously that the mattress is over a hundred years old,” Brant said as he
     placed the suitcase he’d gottenfrom his truck on the end of the bed. The old women were a sneaky lot. They’d hidden
     his truck out behind the barn in a forest of weeds.
    “Hey, don’t screw with my fantasies.” Beau flopped back, and his breath whooshed from
     his lungs. “Damn, is that her? Is that Miss Hattie?” He scooted over on the mattress.
     “It’s like I’m lying in bed with her right next to me.”
    Why the thought of his brother in the bed with a woman who had been dead for over
     fifty years should bother Brant, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted Beau
     off the black satin sheets as quickly as possible.
    “What, were you raised in a barn?” He reached out and knocked his brother’s boots
     off the end of the bed. “Mama would yank a knot in your tail if she saw you disrespecting
     someone else’s property like that.”
    Beau rolled to a sitting position and cocked a brow. “No more than she plans on yanking
     a knot in yours and Brianne’s for not showing up to Billy’s wedding. I’ve got to tell
     you, Brant, Billy was pretty hurt.”
    The thought of hurting his brother had Brant mad all over again at the crazy group
     of women. Especially Ms. Elizabeth Murphy. Or maybe he wasn’t as angry with the woman
     as much as he was with his reaction to her. What in the hell was the matter with him,
     anyway? He could understand what had happened when he was drugged. But what had caused
     his reaction to her only moments ago in the library? One second, he’d been angry about
     her lying, and the next thing he knew he’d wanted to press her back against the shelves
     and dip into her like a tortilla chip into hot salsa.
    And Elizabeth