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“Darling, bad luck happens to everyone.”
    “I lost my job, my boyfriend, and my home, all in less than twenty-four hours. If you hang around me for too long, something bad might happen to you.”
    He tilted his head back as he laughed. “Oh, you are truly a unique one. Don’t worry, love, nothing will happen to us.”
    She kept her mouth shut and gazed into Mark’s hazel eyes. For several long minutes, he stared back. He’s a stranger, yet I feel safe with him. Why? Why am I not freaking out?
    She mentally laughed at herself. She didn't know the answer but she knew with certainty that, if Mark kissed her, she’d strip her clothes off and let him have his way with her, regardless of the fact that he was a stranger. The smoking hot man titillated her core with his words and beautiful eyes.
    “I’m glad you found us,” Mark said.
    She gave him a confused look. “How did I find you?”
    “This.” James lifted the bottle.
    “It’s a beer bottle someone forgot to throw in the trash.” Surely, he had to be joking. How could a liquor container have brought them together?
    “This is more than a mere bottle,” James said.
    “Darling, that glass is our home.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Val gripped the wheel as she drove to her apartment. James had tried to talk her into letting him drive so she could relax in the back with Mark. It was a very tempting offer, but, after hearing Mark’s words about their home being the glass bottle, she had decided to put her feet on the ground and wake up to reality. How could they live in a beer bottle? These men have to be drunk or crazy. But they don’t reek of alcohol and they don’t act stupid or immature like a drunk would. They’re kind and compassionate. Maybe I’m the crazy one. Damn, their cinnamon scent makes me want to roll my tongue down the muscles along their torsos. I need to know more about them.
    After they had reached her car, she took the reins in the driver’s seat, Mark sat in the back, and James rode next to her.
    “Do you live alone?” James asked, his head at an angle as if he had been watching her closely.
    “Yes.”
    “And you lost your boyfriend?”
    “Well, he left me.”
    Mark peered between the seats. “The man was a fool. You are much better off without him.”
    She glanced over her shoulder then back at the road. Who was this stranger sitting in the back seat? He knew nothing about her. How could he possibly know she was better off without Thomas?
    “Mark’s right. Any decent man wouldn’t give up such a beautiful woman.”
    James smiled and a tingle spread straight to her sex. She brought her thighs closer together.
    “But you don’t know me. I could be some crazy person, a serial killer, or someone who hasn’t cleaned their toilet in months. Maybe I gave him a good reason to leave.”
    Mark chuckled. “Oh, I love your sense of humour. You are a special one.”
    Val shook her head. If they knew how unique she was with all her bad luck, they’d run.
    “Do you have a home nearby?” she asked. “Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?”
    James bent slightly then lifted the bottle from the floor. “This is our home, and right now, we’d rather stay with you for a while.”
    She tightened her grasp on the steering wheel. Why did they continue to make up such a strange story? “A bottle is your home? Seriously?”
    “We’ll explain it when we get to your place.” James handed the glass to Mark.
    Val inhaled a deep breath. The explanation had better be a good one, or she would have to consider calling the police. They hadn’t done anything to harm her, but, the way her day had gone, she wasn’t about to let her guard down.
    From the interstate, she took the main roads to her cosy little town. She glanced in the rear-view mirror a few times to check on Mark. He seemed curious as he stared out of the window, as if he was a visitor in a strange city. Unusual. She looked at James, and unlike Mark, he had his attention