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herself.
    Movement on both sides of Samara prompted a gasp from her. Dual groans answered her.
    Lips pressed to the back of her shoulder and Samara trembled in arousal. A second set of lips nestled to her throat.
    "W-wait," she pleaded.
    They both pulled back slightly, and Samara focused on the one in front of her.
    "James?" She vaguely remembered learning their names before she passed out. Were they the ones who bathed her? Why wasn't she in a hospital?
    "And Jason." The one behind her grumbled his response, his voice husky in what she didn't doubt was arousal.
    The bed was nearly as wide as the one in her rooms, but this room wasn't hers. Instead of dark, masculine colors, it was decorated in shades of pale peach, blue, green, and butter yellow with almond accents for the trim. There were blinds on the windows instead of curtains.
    "Samara?" James prompted her.
    "Where am I?"
    "The school clinic."
    Okay. Not their room, but still… The clinic allowed this ?
    James cupped her cheek in one large, rough hand. "It looks like your fever has broken."
    "So…um…you won't have to bathe me again." She only just stopped herself from making it a question. It shouldn't be a question.
    He smiled. "You remember that?"
    Her cheeks flushed in heat. Oh, yes. She remembered it.
    James raised one hand in a Scout promise motion. "I promise we won't bathe you again, unless you want us to."
    Jason chuckled darkly, and Samara's nipples came to hard points. Memories of one of them stroking them made them harder.
    Jason purred in her ear. "Oh, she wants."
    Samara straightened, certain she should be offended at their familiar address. "I don't know precisely what happened when you bathed me, but I know I wasn't myself."
    James raised one eyebrow and scanned a blatant look down her body between them. "Are you now?"
    "Am I what?"
    "Are you yourself?"
    His teasing tone irritated her. "What kind of question is that? Of course I am."
    "Really? Because your scent, those perky little nipples, your eyes and lips… All of them say you would like to see where a night with us would go."
    The protest stuck in her throat. Damn him! I do want to know.
    I don't have to tell him that.
    A knock at the door saved her from figuring out how to answer him.
    "Come in." James shouted out the invitation as if he had not a care in the world.
    Samara stared at him, shocked to wide-mouthed silence. They thought they were just going to stay in bed with her?
    Two men in white, medical coats bustled in, carrying an armload of supplies each.
    "Ah, excellent. You're awake." The dark-haired one punctuated the statement with a glance up and down her body.
    "And her fever has broken," Jason added.
    "Wonderful." The doctor placed the jars and bottles he was carrying on a rolling tray. "My name is Benjamin. That is Steven." He motioned toward the other doctor.
    "Thank you both." Samara searched for how to phrase her question. "But…ah…" Sure. How do I say it? Why aren't you reacting to these two men sharing a bed with me?
    Benjamin stopped to stare at her. "But?"
    "Nothing."
    "You really should thank James and Jason." Steven's comment sounded like a correction. "Their early care and their speed in getting you here made our job much easier."
    Samara noted James's smirk out of the corner of her eye. She cleared her throat. "Thank you." It wasn't quite as cool as she wanted to make it, but Samara guessed cool would be seen as rude. They did, after all, save her life.
    Benjamin reached out and lifted her injured arm.
    James and Jason tensed so abruptly, the hair on the back of her scalp stood on end.
    Steven sighed and shook his head."Stand down, men."
    They did so, but only minutely. Samara took a long, slow breath in response. Why did nothing they did make sense to her?
    Benjamin ignored them. He snipped the bandage carefully, then unwrapped it. Samara strained to get a look at the damage, but Benjamin turned her arm away.
    Maybe to get better light?
    Steven went to work, wiping