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fathom?”
    Tory rolled her eyes. “Um, with two men? Yes!”
    She started to get out of bed, but Devon stopped her with a hand on her hip. “What about if you were to pick one of us?”
    “Devon,” Con growled.
    Devon knew the warning behind the single word. They’d agreed ahead of time. Made a promise to each other. If Tory didn’t want them both, then they’d let her go. They wouldn’t compete for her. They wouldn’t let it come to that. Their friendship was too strong, too important. And with a single question, Devon had broken that vow and quite possibly ruined everything. But, damn, he couldn’t bring himself to call the words back. Having a taste of Tory could never be enough for him now. Devon wanted the whole package. He wanted to wake up with her all snuggled up against him. He wanted to make love to her every night. Hell, even hearing her grumble about taxes would make him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
    Tory turned toward him, a frown marring her perfectly arched brows. “What are you saying?”
    Devon didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over at Con, who had stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “He’s not saying jack shit. Are you, Devon?”
    His temper flared to the surface. “Can you let her go?” Devon asked, knowing the answer. “Because if you can, then you’re a hell of a lot stronger than me.”
    “She needs time,” Con gritted out. “Don’t fucking push this.”
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    “Yes, don’t push,” Tory said, as she stepped out of the bed, the sheet concealing her luscious curves.
    “It’s late, and I’m ready to go home. Tomorrow I have a lot planned.” She bent and picked up her dress, then spared him a probing look. “So, are you going to take me or do I call a cab?”
    “I’ll take you,” Devon said as he stood and headed for his shirt, which was lying on the floor in a wrinkled heap. He looked around the room. Shit, was that his pants? He picked up the black material, disgusted to note that he’d torn off the button.
    “ We’ll take you,” Con said, his tone clearly telegraphing the fact that he didn’t trust Devon alone with her.
    Hell, Devon didn’t blame him one bit. He didn’t trust himself alone with her. He sighed. Way to screw up, idiot .
    “Fine,” Tory groused. “Where’s the bathroom?”
    Con pointed to a door on the other side of the room. Tory disappeared behind it, grumbling under her breath. Con came closer to him. Devon braced himself.
    “What the hell was that? We agreed, Devon.”
    Devon pushed a hand through his hair, knowing he had some serious apologizing to do. “I know, but I can’t lose her. Not now, Con.”
    “And you think it’s any easier for me? Watching her walk away is killing me. But forcing her to decide isn’t the answer. She’ll only end up resenting us.”
    He’d known Con was every bit as in love with Tory as he. They hadn’t been surprised to learn they both had feelings for her. Most of the time, Con had seemed more like a brother to Devon. Falling for the same woman wasn’t a big shocker. Not for either of them. “I’m sorry. Shit, I deserve to be kicked.”
    Con slugged him on the shoulder, hard, knocking him to the side a few feet. “No, you deserve to have your ass beat.”
    “Yeah,” Devon mumbled, as he rubbed his now aching shoulder. Christ, he knew Con had been working out, but he hadn’t realized how strong he’d gotten.
    “Still, I know how you feel,” he admitted, pulling a black T-shirt over his head. “It was on the tip of my tongue too.”
    At Con’s admission, Devon stopped in the middle of pulling on his slacks and asked, “Then why are you giving me shit?”
    “Because you shouldn’t have asked her to choose, dumb ass.”
    “I didn’t ask her to choose, exactly. It was sort of, you know, hypothetically.”
    “Whatever helps you sleep at night. The point is, we give her a little breathing room. Then we confront her.