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Her phone rang. Saved. Thank God.

She jumped up, ignoring the way her body protested and grabbed her phone off the table.

“Check who it is before you answer,” Travis warned.

She nodded. “It’s the sheriff.” She answered the phone. “Hey, Jake. What’s going on?”

“Jenna, just wanted to check on you. Everything okay?”

“I’m fine. Just had some dinner and I’m about to go to bed.”

“Travis and that other guy with you?”

She nearly rolled her eyes when he referred to Curt as “that other guy” as though he didn’t know his name.

“Yes.”

“Want me to get rid of them?”

She looked over at Travis thoughtfully. “Not yet. But I’ll save that as an option.”

“You do that. I don’t want them bothering you.”

“Thanks for calling. Oh, have you heard how Mrs. Childs is? It’s too late to call the hospital.”

“Yeah, she’s got a broken hip and a concussion. Gonna be in the hospital a while.”

“Oh, no. Poor thing.”

“Apparently her biggest concern is Daisy and who will take care of her. I better go. Sleep well.”

She placed her phone down.

“What did the sheriff want?”

“Just checking in. Mrs. Childs has a broken hip and a concussion. I’ll send her flowers tomorrow.” She yawned. “I’m going to go to bed.”

“You haven’t answered me yet. Running away?”

She narrowed her gaze. “No. I just assumed that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t.”

Holy hell. So, it wasn’t some game?

“You make that offer to a lot of women?” Maybe it was some sort of weird pickup line. Did women actually say yes to a ménage with Travis and his brother?

Hell, yeah, of course they did. And she was probably nuts for not immediately saying yes.

But why her? He didn’t seem like the type to have a different woman in his bed each night. Well, his and his brother’s bed. Wasn’t his brother one of the guys who’d been part of the team to rescue her? Yep, she remembered now. The big guy. What was his name? Jace?

Christ, one would be more than she could handle, but the two together would eat her alive.

“Nope,” he told her. “Just the special ones.”

Before she could answer, Curt returned.

“Everything all right here?” he asked, looking back and forth between them suspiciously.


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