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touching me.” She pulled against him.
    “Just what do you like, anyway, Brandy? Maybe you just don’t like men. You never date.”
    “How would you know if I dated or not?” She had a sneaky suspicion she wasn’t going to like his answer.
    “I watch you. You don’t have men over, and you don’t go out. I bet you enjoy those toys you get in the mail, don’t you?”
    “You’re looking at my mail?” She wrenched her arm away from him and rubbed it.
    “You get some interesting packages.”
    “Leave me the hell alone, Jim. I mean it.” She started walking off, and he grabbed her around the waist this time.
    Suddenly the sounds of running feet reached them and Jim took the opportunity that her lack of attention gave him to wrap his arms around her tighter.
    She struggled, getting ready to scream, when someone grabbed Jim from behind and jerked him free of her. Someone else gently held her in their arms as the other man hit Jim twice before letting him drop to the ground.
    “Are you okay?” It was Kyle and West.
    “Yeah, thanks. I’m fine.”
    “What are you doing walking home alone at night?”
    “It’s usually safe, and Jim isn’t usually so aggressive. This has never happened before with him.” She shivered and looked at where Jim was slowly getting to his feet, holding his nose.
    “I’m going to press charges for hitting me,” he was whining.
    “And I’ll tell the sheriff why you got hit.” She wasn’t going to let Kyle and West get into trouble because of her.
    “Come on. We’ll walk you the rest of the way home,” West said, taking one of her hands in his.
    Kyle took the other and they kept her between them. He squeezed her hand briefly.
    “Where do you live?” Kyle asked.
    “Just up the street here. It’s not a long walk, and usually Hal is working, so if it’s raining or I’m too tired to walk, he gives me a ride home.” She was babbling. Maybe Jim had upset her worse than she’d thought.
    “It’s not safe anywhere for a young woman to be out walking alone at night,” Kyle told her.
    “I guess not.” She turned toward her house. “This is it. I really appreciate your help with Jim. If you have any trouble with the sheriff, tell him to come see me. I’ll vouch for you.”
    “We shouldn’t have trouble. Come on under the light and let us see how bad you’re hurt.” West walked up the steps to her porch and pulled her gently after him. Kyle followed and they inspected her arms where Jim had held her.
    “You’re going to have bruises there. I should have given him more than a broken nose,” West fumed. “Look at those marks.”
    “I’m fine, really. I’ve had worse. Thanks again for helping me.”
    Before she knew what they were going to do, West leaned in and kissed her.

Chapter Three

    He couldn’t help it. She called to him. West leaned in and kissed her. Gentle at first, it grew deeper when she opened to him. He felt Kyle move in to flank her, kissing her neck and along her jaw. She tasted like cotton candy at a fair. He wanted to gorge himself on her, but knew he was rushing things. He gently pulled back and noted that Kyle did the same.
    “I–I,” she stuttered.
    “I know we’re rushing things, but we want to take you out. Maybe to that steak house you mentioned. Would you let us?” Kyle always talked for them. He seemed to know what to say.
    West never knew what to say. He was rough around the edges, and knew it. That might be why they worked so well together, why they were like brothers. He didn’t know, but he let Kyle lead.
    “Out? You mean like a date?” she asked, clearly flustered.
    “Right. A date,” Kyle said. He ran his finger along the edge of her jaw.
    “I don’t know. Um, both of you?”
    “Both of us,” West confirmed. He tried to keep his voice smooth, but he knew some of the roughness carried through.
    “When?” She popped her hand over her mouth as if she hadn’t meant to say it.
    “Whenever you’re off next.” Kyle smiled