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in a slow, deep breath just as he did.
    She sat immobile between them, as if overwhelmed by the two of them so close.
    Trey lifted the paper. His character wore cowboy gear, including chaps and spurs, with a big “T” on his chest. The face was strong and rugged, the eyes staring soberly out. “That’s amazing, Megan.”
    Garret took the notepad. His likeness wore jeans, black work boots, and a black T-shirt. In the drawing, flames burst from his body.
    “You captured the cowboy perfectly.” Garret looked at Trey, a teasing look in his eyes.
    “You got that daredevil, too.” Trey winked at her. “The flames are exactly his style.”
    Megan still sat unmoving. Trey handed her the wine glass as Garret set the paper on the table. The brothers’ eyes met, and Trey knew what their next step would be.
    “How about you in the middle?” Trey asked.
    Her gaze flew to his. “What do you mean?”
    Her uncertainty clutched at his heart. “Draw yourself in between me and Garret.”
    She looked at the paper and took a sip of wine.
    Garret downed his Scotch. “The three of us.”
    Her head swiveled to look at Garret, then at Trey. Cherry-red color stained her cheeks. As Trey had expected, Megan stood and stepped over his feet on her way to the door. “I’ve really got to run.”
    They started to rise.
    “Don’t get up. Please.” She looked at her wine glass, then glanced around for a place to set it, deciding on the entry table by the door. “I enjoyed this evening.” She picked up her purse and turned to look at them. “Thank you.”
    For once, his baby brother was thankfully silent.
    “We’ll call for you at six tomorrow. We’ll have a quiet supper and talk.” Trey made his voice firm yet gentle, the same tone he used to calm a skittish horse.
    She looked at him and Trey could almost feel her backbone straighten. “All right.” Turning, she walked out.
    “Damn.” Garret put his ankle on the opposite knee. “Did we handle that badly?”
    Trey shook his head and finished his beer. “She’ll come around.”
    “It’d better be soon. She’s leaving day after tomorrow.”
    “Not if I can help it.” Trey would pay her way home, pay for her suite for another week, hell, he’d be tempted to tie her to his bed if she said she had to go home. He looked at his brother. “We need a strategy.”
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    Megan paced her suite at five minutes to six the next evening. She’d spent last night and most of the day going over everything the brothers had said. There was only one thing they could have meant. A threesome. When she’d first realized what they wanted yesterday, sitting between them, the testosterone nearly melting her, it had terrified her.
    As she’d prepared for bed, the idea took hold, visuals of the three of them heated her blood and tingled heavy and needy in her core. Her dreams of their hands and mouths on her body had her twisting in the sheets and waking with her breath panting and her thighs clenched tight around her wet, pulsing pussy.
    Sometime during the day, when she’d realized she couldn’t concentrate on the convention any longer, she’d made her decision. It was going to happen. She’d snuck out of the hotel and found a sexy red spaghetti strap dress to wear. Now, with her black pumps and purse, her hair hanging straight and long, she felt like an evil temptress. Was she so sexy that she’d seduced two men into sharing her?
    She laughed. “No effing way.” They must have done this before. But what made them want to have the same woman? Some kind of brotherhood thing that women couldn’t comprehend?
    Could she really do this? Could she be with two men? Two brothers? Her whole body tingled. A Megan sandwich, two outrageously sexy men pressing against her. Loving her, making her scream…which name would she scream? McGatlin would cover it.
    At the ring of the doorbell, she jumped and dropped her wrap. Jeez, that didn’t bode well for the rest of the evening.
    Calming her racing