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against the top of her thigh. The digital clock read 5:02 a.m., and she knew she would have to get out of here fast if she was going to preserve any shred of dignity.
    Although, after the acts she had both performed and allowed—and enjoyed—last night, she wasn’t sure that she had any dignity left.
    She carefully extricated herself from the two sleeping men, taking pains to keep her breathing soft and even and her first step onto the floor silent. Her body felt pleasantly heavy, and certain, unfamiliar muscle groups were sore, probably due to their recent uncommon and lengthy exercise. Her nipples ached from being sucked, and between her thighs, she could feel the subtle aftereffects of her darkest fantasy made reality, and the feeling was delicious.
    She could feel her face heating and tried to turn her thoughts away from the delicious excesses Grange and Isaac had introduced to her over the course of their long night together. She knew in her own heart that she wasn’t entirely successful.
    She made her way quietly out of the bedroom and down the long hallway. Just as she entered the kitchen, one bare foot encountered silk, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to wear last night’s golden dress, but it was better than commandeering Isaac’s truck and driving home wearing nothing but a man’s coat. Isaac’s truck, of course, because he always left the keys in the ignition when he was at home on the ranch.
    Shimmying into the silk, she squealed in sudden terror as the bright overhead lamp came on.
    “Just where in hell are you headed at five a.m.? And whose truck were you planning to steal to get there?”
    Grange’s voice was cool, but his eyes were hot.
    Carolyn shrugged uncomfortably, relieved that she wasn’t the one standing there naked if there was going to be a confrontation. Grange didn’t seem to be bothered by his own nakedness.
    “Well, I was—”
    He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her in for a deep, violently passionate kiss. By the time he finally let her up for air and stepped back a little, she had felt his long, hard penis pressing aggressively against her belly and wasn’t sure she wanted to be released.
    “Isaac’s truck,” she said hurriedly, “because-“
    “Because he always leaves the keys in the goddamn ignition,” Grange finished for her, raking one hand through his sin-black hair. “Jesus, Cara, at least have some breakfast, say good-bye if it has to be said, but don’t just sneak out in the dark like you can’t get away from us fast enough.”
    Was it her imagination, or did he sound almost…hurt?
    “I…thought you would prefer that,” she said, feeling her way carefully through this morning-after minefield.
    “What? You thought I’d prefer that you leave without a word? What does that mean?”
    He was visibly surprised—stark naked, impressively aroused, which should have been impossible after the exhausting night they had just shared, and surprised.
    Carolyn pulled her wandering libido back under control.
    “I don’t know how this is done,” she tried again. “I’m trying not to—to cling, or to make things awkward—”
    “Nothing would make me happier than for you to cling,” Grange said quietly. “Nothing. God, I want you so bad, Carolyn, in my bed, yes. Fuck, yes. But in my house. In my life.”
    He moved in close to her, gripped her upper arms. “Carolyn, I love you. I want you forever.”
    Carolyn shook her head wonderingly, having a hard time digesting his words. “But, Grange, you and Isaac only offered me one perfect night.”
    “Yes, one perfect night,” Isaac said from the doorway, his mouth twisted wryly. “Followed by another perfect night and another until you wake up between us one gorgeous morning when you’re eighty and realize that your whole life has been filled with perfectly hot nights.”
    Carolyn noticed with a distant part of her brain that Isaac at least had taken the time to pull on his tux pants.