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need Chase had never imagined filled his brother.
    "Cam, dammit," he muttered, moving quickly behind him. "Do you think this is a wise move right now?"
    Cam stopped in front of the hotel room door and glanced at his brother impatiently.
    "What's so unwise about it?" He'd waited seven years for her to grow up, to find them, and now Chase wanted to wait?
    "She's not exactly extending an invitation for us together," his brother snorted. "She actually stated we should find someone else to play our games with."
    "You pissed her off." He lifted his hand to knock on the door.
    "And you're not going to piss her off more?" Chase asked, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief that didn't make sense to Cam.
    He turned back to his brother, glaring at him. "Look, I let you talk to her first, I let you bring her home, and look where it got us. You never did know how to handle her, and don't pretend you did. She walks all over you."
    It was true. Chase had never been able to tell her no. Cam, on the other hand, could and would, if it meant protecting her.
    "Yeah, but it feels damned good when Jaci walks on you, man." He grinned, amusement transforming his expression and filling his eyes with a joy that often made Cam look like more of an outsider than ever.
    His brother had kept that sense of fun and prankish delights, while that sense had been carved out of Cam, stripped from him like flesh from the bone.
    Cam ignored the protests and the laughter, turned back to the door, and rapped his knuckles against it imperiously.
    Staying away from her at the party had been an act of superhuman effort. He still couldn't believe he'd managed it. That witch's black dress, slit to the thigh, the banked fire in her auburn hair, the searching expression on her elfin features as she stared around the room, as though looking for someone. He wanted to think she was looking for him, because he'd be damned if he had eyes for anyone but her.
    A second later the door opened. His eyes met hers, and he knew in that moment that the past had dissolved between them—seven years never existed, and it was the night he had brought her home from that party. Her eyes staring at him in those final moments of knowledge, confusion, passion, and lust—and a young woman's fear.
    There was no fear in her eyes now. There was excitement. He could see it in her. In the way she leaned against the door, stared at the two of them, and shook her head as though uncertain—now that the moment was here—what she was supposed to do.
    Cam crossed his arms over his chest, aware of Chase rocking back on his heels beside him, a grin of deviltry on his face when Jaci glanced over at him.
    "And to what do I owe the honor of this little visit?" Husky and sweet, her voice promised delights that tortured his most vivid fantasies, awake and sleeping.
    She was dressed in nothing but a long, silky robe. He had to curl his fingers into a fist to keep from stripping it from her body and baring her to his gaze, right there in the open doorway.
    "Do you really want to talk about it in the hallway?" he asked.
    She looked from him to Chase again. Whatever Chase did, the damned maniac, had her lips twitching with amusement.
    He turned in time to catch his brother ducking his head and rubbing his hand around the back of his neck. Chase didn't need to make her fucking laugh. All he had to do was his part. Be here, help Cam maintain his emotional distance while they drove her crazy with pleasure.
    "Fine." She breathed out slowly before moving back and opening the door fully. "Come on in. I was just having a glass of wine and thinking about jerks. You'll fit right in, Cam."
    Damn, she hadn't changed as much as he had feared she had.
    They stepped into the roomy sitting room, as she strolled—glided—all those graceful moves women made when they walked across the floor. But she did it better than any other woman he had ever known.
    "The suite's nice," Chase commented, clearing his throat as he glanced