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She groaned. “You’re too fucking complicated.”Advertisement

“We’ll start slow,” he suggested, stepping closer and moving in for the kill.

“Like what?” she asked, suspicious.

His smile made her toes curl. “A ride on my bike along the coast. That slow enough for you?”

Eve’s gaze narrowed. Far from innocent, a ride on his Harley would put him in her arms and between her legs. The gleam in his eyes told her he was thinking the same thing.

“Only if I’m doing the driving,” she said.

He hesitated, well aware that she was talking about more than the bike.

“Otherwise, no deal,” she pressed.

“Fine. Deal.”

Her tummy fluttered. Where had she heard that before?

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For a second she wondered how this would work. Even now, she could feel both men in her head bristling at each other with their backs up. Then she gave a mental shrug. They all knew what was going on. They were all adults. Mostly. And she was a one-man woman. They would both be at arm’s distance for a while.

The moment she thought it, she felt how well that went over.

Smiling, she headed down the hallway to change. pqdm.com