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asked, peering inside the truck to watch. “You’re damn pretty without it.”

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    “And with it?” she asked, a fine brow arching.
    “Well, you’re still pretty. It’s just a different kind of pretty.”
    “You’re such a poet.” Damien laughed as he leaned against the right front fender of the truck. The morning sun was warm. “I bet her heart’s all aflutter.” Peaches slid out of the truck, stepping back to let Ryan slam it shut. She smiled, and then went up on tiptoe to kiss the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “Oh, it is all aflutter,” she agreed, laughing. “And my stomach’s making the most obnoxious noises. Feed me, please.” Then she was looking at him and he felt that look. It shot through him. “Oh, don’t move. You,” she said, pointing to Ryan. “Go stand by him. Look sexy. Would you mind if I took a pic? My friend Darla will want to know what I’m up to.”
    Ryan leaned back against the fender of the truck, mirroring Damien’s negligent pose, muscular arms across his wide chest, long legs crossed at the ankle. “Is this good, baby?”
    “Perfect.”
    It was difficult not to laugh. The woman was all but drooling over them. “We must look really good this morning,” he commented in an aside to Ryan.
    “You look delicious,” Peaches corrected, getting her phone ready with its camera. They smiled with practiced ease, giving the camera, and the woman holding it, their hottest, sexiest cowboy smiles. “You keep looking like that and you won’t be getting breakfast for a while.” She looked down at the photo on the phone, shading it with her hand. “Oh, my god! You two are so fucking hot! Darla is going to kill me.”
    They watched as she furiously clicked the buttons on the phone with practiced ease. A moment later, she was laughing like a demented woman.
    “Oh, yeah, she’s going to kill me.” Shoving the phone in her pocket, she ran toward them, grabbing each of them by a muscular arm. “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat. Then I’ll take a nap with you guys.”
    Breakfast was periodically interrupted by furiously typed communications between the two women. Damien and Ryan grinned when they read Darla’s first comment. Oh, no you didn’t!
    Peaches responded with, Not yet.
    Which one?
    They come as a set. They thought that one was particularly clever, their minds in the gutter.
    Miss Prissy Pants is going to do two cowboys? I’ll believe it when I see it.
    Well, you won’t be seeing it. But I’ll let you know how it goes.
    I want details.
    I won’t spare you. Can your heart take it?
    It can take it. I guess you won’t be showing up for brunch.
    No, I won’t. Something happened last night. I’ll call you later. Dad knows I’m with the guys. If anyone snoops, you don’t know anything.
    When Peaches tucked her phone away in her pocket, they could see that the smile wasn’t quite what it had been. Damien put an arm around her, pulling her close to him in the booth.
    “It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll take care of you.”
     
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    “I know.” The simple words conveyed her trust. It was amazing, since she didn’t know them, but she had given them the gift of it. “It’s gotta be a fantasy come true. Terrified witness to a crime goes on the lam with two handsome cowboys. What more could a woman want?”
    “If you need help with the list, I’m here for you, honey,” Ryan told her, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. Her fingers threaded through his, holding him.
    “You do like to touch, don’t you?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    The waitress came with a carafe of fresh coffee. She looked the three of them over, from Damien’s possessive arm around her shoulders to the intimate hold the other two had on one another. They let each other go reluctantly as she refilled their cups.
    As she walked away, they heard her mutter, “Some women have all the luck.”
    “Yes, some women do,” Peaches agreed, completely guilt-free as she picked up her