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enticed and aroused her in different ways. Both men elicited feelings from her she forgot existed. Since no one man could be all things to a woman, it would have been nice to get the scary, hard guy and the thoughtful, sensitive guy all-in-one gorgeous package. If that wasn’t possible, these two provided the best of both, and each was gorgeous in a different way too. Her mind wandered to places and possibilities she’d never considered before. Why not? It couldn’t hurt to wonder.
    “How about a sleigh ride tonight?” Aaron asked.
    She knew her eyes lit up when they looked at her. “A real sleigh ride? Horse drawn sleigh, jingle bells?”
    “Absolutely,” Aaron replied. Watching her giggle like a little kid, he nodded at Trent. “See, good idea.”
    Trent frowned. “Yeah? And who’s driving?”
    “Oh, it’ll have to be one of us. You,” Aaron offered.
    “Me? Right. Why would it be me?” Trent put on his tough guy face.
    “Because I thought of it. And you’re the better driver.”
    “You drive just as well as I do. Don’t try to snow me. We’ll toss for it.”
    Mac raised her hands. “Wait!” She had to smile. “Are you two always like this?”
    “No, we’re usually worse.” They said it together, and the three of them laughed again.
    Trent tossed a coin at Mac. “You flip. Winner sits with you, loser drives.” He winked at her and stopped her breath. “I promise to keep you very, very cozy.” His voice dropped an octave and her temperature rose.
    Aaron put his hand on hers before she could move and met her gaze. She felt the connection as if he’d run his hands up her body and down again. “Whoo hoo, you two are good.” She couldn’t help but admitting to their effect on her.
    They both grinned, and for the third time spoke as one. “You have no idea how good we can be.” This time no one laughed. The two men looked at each other and gave each other a conspiratorial grin.
    “You’re going to have to toss that coin sooner or later. One of us is going to have to drive because the regular driver’s home sick,” Trent said.
    “Well, we don’t have to do this then. I’m sure we can find something else to do.”
    “Don’t worry. We promise not to start any physical fights—yet,” Aaron assured her. “So go ahead, make me happy, baby.”
    Mac flipped the coin and asked Trent to call it in the air.
He lost.
    She was almost sorry until she saw his look of promise. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my turn with you later, when I dump the yokel here off the mountain.”
    He grabbed Aaron in a neck lock and scrubbed his knuckles over his long blond hair, pushing him back toward the bar. He approached Mac and said, “Since I lost, I get to take you to your room.”
    She started to say, “Oh.” Her mouth formed the word, and he put his finger to her lips.
    Ohhh.
She wanted to groan and lick it.
    His dark eyes twinkled. “I’m still on break.” He glanced at Aaron and sneered before telling Mac, “Your room upstairs is ready. I checked before coming back down here to the lounge.”
    Then he swept her up like she weighed nothing more than a rag doll and headed for the door. “I’ll return for your coffee and your book,” he whispered under his breath, his lips skimming against her neck, “later.”
    “Oh, oh, this isn’t necessary. I’ll use the cane.” She held on, her arms wrapped around his neck. His body felt so good against hers, she prayed he’d resist. She decided not to protest anymore in case he took her at her word and put her down.
    “Nope. We feel responsible. Don’t we, Aaron? You’re our guest after all, Mac.”
    She breathed a sigh, feeling relieved. He smelled of winter fresh air and man, smoke from the fireplace and something different. What a scent. She wanted to nuzzle her nose into his neck and drop her head to his muscular chest. The look on Aaron’s face promised reprisal as he watched her expression with keen interest. She saw his gaze drop to where