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necklace. And now she was stuck without a paycheck for another week and nothing to show for the money lost.
    Slamming the refrigerator shut, she threw herself down into the floral 1980s-style couch Bernice was so fond of. Lexie folded her arms behind her head. She wondered if Logan regretted his decision not to hire her. Eh, most likely he’d forgotten all about it and her. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach because she knew it had to be true.
    It wasn’t hard to imagine what being a member of their family must be like, despite it being just the three of them. Those men were tight-knit, they were like a perfect unit…and she was jealous. Jealous that they had each other and for an entirely different reason that she hated to contemplate. She was jealous of the attention they showed to other women, including the invitation Marissa and Anna-Sue had received from them, and all she wanted was a stinking shot at a job, and they couldn’t even give her that.
    Lexie grimaced. She knew she should have kept a tighter rein on her control without allowing the hurt she’d felt to bubble to the surface inside his office. Apart from the day she’d gone over to the ranch and had her hand slapped by Owen, which up to this moment remained the most embarrassing moment of her life, she’d only seen them here and there and spoken to them a few times, what about, she couldn’t recall and had stopped paying attention to them after realizing that for all the eyeballing they were giving here, not one of them was interested enough to ask her out.
    It was obvious they weren’t into her, so Lexie had no idea why the hell they behaved as if they knew everything about her. Including Owen’s reminder of her night in the jail. Did they know what Deputy Warren had tried to do to her? Dread slithered down her spine. They probably knew and planned on taking advantage of her fear sometime in the future. That had to be it. Sickos .
    Lexie curled her lips and snatched up a book resting on the side table. Her thumb grazed the paper, but she froze when a single thud resonated on the door. Her mouth felt dry, and her heart hammered. No one ever came to her house, at least not since Bernice died five years ago. It was Sunday, no mail, so that meant it had to be Sam Warren. She gnashed her teeth. What to do? Call 911 and say a police officer was outside her door? Would they believe her if she said he’d tried to sexually assault her? So many weeks had passed…
    “Lexie, open the door.”
    Logan? The pounding in her chest quieted to a lull. If there were ever a time she’d wanted to hear that man’s voice, it was now. Dropping her book on the ground, Lexie raced toward the door, almost knocking over the side table in her haste. He must have had a change of mind about giving her a job.
    Crossing her fingers, she chanted silently, Please, please, please and yanked the door open. Lexie staggered backward, feeling the wind knocked out of her. All three of the Kincaid brothers were standing in front of her small doorway, their massive shoulders and powerhouse builds making it impossible to see anything beyond them.
    “What are you guys doing here?” she demanded, pulling the door closer so they wouldn’t see inside and think she was going to issue them an invitation.
    Owen locked his gaze on her and lifted an eyebrow. “Not going to invite us in?”
    “That would be a no .”
    Logan snorted and pushed the door open. Her mouth flew open as the three men strode inside her living room. When she finally snapped her jaw closed and got over the shock of their arrogant intrusion, Lexie turned on them, arms folded, tapping one foot on the carpet.
    “I repeat. What the hell do you think you’re doing? No one goes barging in on your property, what gives you the right to do that here?”
    “That’s enough out of you.”
    Wha…What? Lexie eyes bulged. Now Connor was issuing orders to her, inside her own freaking house. This had to be a