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her head. He found his own spot to massage—right at the base of her neck, and across her shoulders. He felt her go boneless on him and grinned.
    “Okay. I’d probably be better off touring the place with the two of you. I have a feeling you’re more than a little familiar with the contents of that building.”
    “We are.” Brian raised one of her feet and kissed it. Carrie seemed shocked for a moment but then she smiled. “It tells the story of Lusty, its founding and the years in between then and now. Chase and I are very proud of our heritage.”
    She relaxed on him for another few minutes, and Chase really enjoyed the closeness the three of them developed. Finally she sighed. “I have to work tomorrow, so I can’t stay a whole lot later. If you want me to tour your home and get some ideas, we should get started, shouldn’t we?”
    Chase gave her a hug, and then helped her sit up. “We should, but that was nice. I liked sitting there with you on us.”
    Carrie’s expression turned soft. “I did, too. It’s been a long time since someone just held me.”
    “Then let’s make that a tradition with us,” Brian said. “We’ll see that you get hugs, and held, every day. Foot rubs, too, if you need them.”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    Chase shot his brother a quick glance as he lifted Carrie to her feet and stood himself. It was enough to let him know Brian had caught that emotion that came and went like lightning across their woman’s face. It had been a look of hope tempered by caution.
    Someone had let her down, and badly. Right then and there he made himself a solemn promise. He would move heaven and hell not to disappoint her.
    “If this furniture dates back to the 1930s, then some of it is probably antiques. You could probably sell it to collectors.”
    “For now, it’ll just go to the warehouse,” Chase said. “We have a huge one just outside of the southern end of town, and it is full of stuff. We can go through the contents accumulated and pick out whatever furniture you think would fit—whatever you like.”
    “If you don’t see what you’d like there, we can just take a run into one of the cities and buy new,” Brian said.
    “If I don’t see what I like? You’re the cowboys who’ve got to live here. It should be what you like.”
    She obviously didn’t understand exactly how long term he and Brian were thinking. He and his twin shared a look. Brian came to the rescue which was a good thing, because Chase’s brain refused to work.
    “We’re really just a couple of cowpokes at heart, darlin’. What do we know from styles and such? We’re both perfectly content to let you pick what you like. We like you so we figure we’ll be fine with whatever you choose.”
    “Wait a minute. Didn’t the two of you work with your brothers in New York City for a few years? The same New York City that is known as the fashion capital of the nation?”
    Chase gave Carrie the saddest look he could muster. “We did, sugar, we surely did. It was horrible.” And he shuddered, just for good measure.
    Carrie laughed, and when he took hold of her right hand, she knit her fingers through his. Brian ran his hand down her back and then took her left hand.
    “Are you sure you’re strong enough for this?” Chase brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “It’s a big house, with ugly-ass furniture in every room except our home office.”
    “I’m tougher than I look.” Then she cocked her head to one side. “So you managed to fix up your home office?”
    “There wasn’t anything to that. A couple of desks, a couple of chairs, and a couple of computers. That part was easy enough.”
    Carrie looked around the parlor once more. “Okay, this has all got to go. Do you have any particular style preferences? Colors?”
    “We just want furniture big enough we don’t have to worry about breaking it when we sit on it,” Brian said.
    “And damn near any color would suit us as long as there is no red