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house from that short walk, except that it was big. Once he’d shown her to the room, he told her to wait there and not to leave it until someone came and got her.
    Judging from the clock on the bedside table, nearly an hour had passed since Everett had left her. She couldn’t help shuddering when she thought of the way he had looked at her. She hadn't seen desire in his eyes. Just a cold calculating look. As if he was studying her. Judging her. Determining whether she was worthy of something. But of what?
    As for her, when she had woken up naked in that huge bed and in that strange bedroom, hearing those heavy, masculine voices from outside the closed door, she had hoped she was dreaming. She’d hadn’t been able to hear what they were saying entirely. She’d still been a little groggy and had only been able to catch a word here and there. But judging from the tones of their voices, they’d been arguing. That had sent a chill down her spine. For she had a feeling they’d been arguing about her.
    Then Everett came into the room, and she had felt an almost primal sensation in his presence. Not only was he the tallest man she'd ever seen, but also the most powerfully built. His broad shoulders had strained against his flannel shirt. A pair of worn jeans had hugged his lean hips and long, powerful legs. He had exuded pure, unadulterated masculinity. His thick, black unruly hair, the deep, measured, voice, the handsome, squared-jaw face and those intense dark blue eyes.
    Even now, as she thought about Everett's eyes, she remembered thinking he had stared at her with what could only be described as a bestial intensity. As if she were nothing but prey and he pure predator.
    She shook herself to dispel the unsettling thought. Considering the fact she apparently had slept most of the day away, naked and vulnerable, and no one—as far as she knew— had laid a hand on her, it suggested that neither he nor the other two men meant her any harm.
    Unless, a nasty little voice inside her head snickered, they had something else planned for her.
    Her stomach growled again. It had been growling for the past hour. This was ridiculous. She was hungry and, as much as she resented Everett ordering her to stay in her room, she’d felt safe there. But if she was, as he had insisted, trapped here for the time being, she couldn’t very well stay up alone in her room. Especially since it appeared Everett had forgotten all about her.
    She went over to the door. She hadn’t heard him lock it when he left, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he had. She turned the doorknob. It wasn’t locked. She opened the door. Then she stopped, took in and released a breath. She was going to have to trust these men. She had no other choice. She went down the hall and took the stairs down to the main floor.
    The house was not only big, it was huge. It had to have at least six bedrooms if not more. As she made her way down the stairs, she saw a large living room that contained a fireplace made of stone. A fire blazed within it. The furniture was all leather and wood. Very dark and masculine. The heads of a number of animals had been mounted on the wall; deer, elk, moose.
    She looked to her left and saw the kitchen. She headed for it. The kitchen was big also. Big enough to feed a lot of people, with a gigantic stainless steel fridge and wall-length storage cabinets.
    A man stood at a wood-block counter set in the center of the kitchen. He was chopping vegetables. He looked up as she entered. She tried not to pay too much attention to the butcher knife he was holding.
    “Hi,” he said with a wide smile. Deep dimples flashed on either side of his firm mouth.
    Although Jane had no idea who he was—but assumed he was one of the two men Everett had mentioned—she found herself smiling back. She couldn't help it. His smile was that infectious and it was reflected in his hazel eyes.
    He wasn't as tall as Everett was but he looked to be just over six feet. Unlike