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  Rowdy found the look testing his temper. Natches liked to push and he liked to challenge things just for the hell of it. Rowdy hated the thought of fighting his cousin over something that should have been settled years before, but he would.

  “It doesn’t matter whose decision it is.” Rowdy pushed the words past his lips, attempting to contain the anger rising from his cousin’s question. “It’s not happening. We’ll move her to the house, but hands off. Period.”

  Dawg sighed heavily, a grimace contorting his expression.

  “Now, son of a bitch, how did I know you were going to go and get all dog-eared fucking jealous?” he griped, his green eyes narrowed in irritation. “Hell, Rowdy, talk about blue balls going on here.”

  “Talk about too damned bad,” Rowdy muttered as his muscles bunched and flexed beneath his flesh in rising tension. Damn, this shit sucked. As though the possessiveness, the emotions he felt for her were a separate being living within his flesh and bone.

  “Hell, we can argue over this later,” Natches finally grumped. “After I take out my mad on that son of a bitch stalking her. Then we can fight over sharing rights.”

  “No sharing rights. Period,” Rowdy snapped. The only thing that restrained him from taking his cousins apart limb by limb was the fact that he knew them. They weren’t pissed, at least not yet. But Rowdy admitted he was getting there fast.

  And it was his own damned fault. He was mad at himself for letting this situation get out of control, for letting his cousins believe there would be more here than he was able to accept now.

  “Chill out, cuz,” Dawg breathed out roughly. “Hell, it would have been nice, but no one’s pushing. Wouldn’t be worth a shit if both of you didn’t want it anyway.”

  Rowdy narrowed his eyes on his older cousin. There was a vague restlessness in his voice, and he realized it had been there for a while.

  “What the hell do you two think you’re doing? Growing the fuck up?” Natches snapped then, disgust lining his voice and filling his green eyes. “If I wanted to grow up I would have stayed in the fucking Marines.”

  Rowdy rolled his eyes. Trust Natches to get to the heart of the matter.

  “I guess it was bound to happen eventually,” Dawg sighed. “Come on, let’s get the little troublemaker hid out in the house and see what we can do to make her life a little safer before she takes on the resident grouch here.” He flicked his hand toward Rowdy.

  “This falling in love crap obviously sucks,” Natches commented as he turned and headed out of the room. “Remind me to steer clear of it why doncha, guys? God only knows what kind of fool I might end up making of myself if I made that mistake.” His mock shudder had a grin pulling at Rowdy’s lips.

  “Careful, Natches, you know what happens when we tempt fate.” How many times had they assured themselves the fun and games would never end. And now look where they were.

  “Fate can kiss my ass,” he grumbled. “Better yet, she can suck my dick. I’m footloose and fancy-free, my man. And that’s how I’ll stay.”

  Rowdy eyed his cousin warily. There was lightning striking somewhere, he was certain, and at that moment he decided he didn’t want to be anywhere around when Natches finally did manage to fall in love.

  “Think about it guys,” he muttered. “Do you think I’d ever be able to touch another woman after Kelly? That she could ever bear the thought of it, even if I could? She’s my life—”

  “All this sugar is just going to give me a toothache,” Natches growled as he threw him a dark look. “Get over it already. She would have gone along with it if she had spent awhile between the three of us. She’s a fair-minded person—”

  “Well maybe I’m not,” Rowdy bit out, his tone guttural. “Keep pushing me, Natches, and you’re going to get the fight you’re aiming for.”

  Rowdy was aware of Dawg watching them both warily, sensing the tension suddenly whipping between Natches and Rowdy.

  “None of you are going to fight.”

  Rowdy’s head whipped around as Kelly stepped into the room, her gray eyes glittering with temper, her face flushed with it.

  She was dressed in a pair of those low-rise jeans he liked so damn well. It was paired with a little cami shirt with tiny straps that flashed abdomen and the belly ring that made his dick jerk in his pants. That curvy little body of hers was going to be the death of him.

  Surprisingly, Natches backed down from the look in her eye, not that Rowdy blamed the other man—she looked ready to claw all their eyes out.

  “Hell, Kelly, you know us. We fight for the hell of it.” Natches flashed a smile at her, one that gave a hell of a pretense of friendly amusement, if you discounted the darkening of those pale eyes.

  “Save it for someone you can convince.” She frowned back at the other man.

  Natches grimaced.

  “Kelly, you know”—Rowdy leaned against the bar as he watched her—“I can take care of some things myself here.”

  She was cute as hell as she watched them with a temper tantrum seething just beneath the surface.

  “Where these two are concerned?” She flicked her fingers between Dawg and Natches. “Rowdy, I doubt a whole team of Marines could whip those two in line.”

  “Several might have tried though,” Dawg pointed out, his lips twitching in a grin.

  She stared between the three of them before her gaze moved back to Rowdy. He could see it in her eyes, she must have caught part of the conversation, but that didn’t mean she liked any of it. He was realizing just how intensely private his little love was, and it shocked him to realize how much that pleased him.

  He should have known Kelly would change the rules on him; what surprised him was the fact that she made him like it. It sent a strange little pulse of pride through him, that considering his past, he shouldn’t have felt.

  “If you’re making plans concerning my life or my safety,” she said then, crossing her arms beneath the tempting mounds of her breasts, “I think I should be a part of the planning process. Don’t you?”

  What had made him think she would accept anything less?

  “Now, Kelly,” Natches drawled then. “We can take care of the detail stuff here. You shouldn’t worry your little head about this stuff.”

  Rowdy and Dawg both blinked back at the other man, wondering if he’d lost his ever-lovin’ mind. Everyone who knew Kelly knew you simply did not patronize her, period. She was sharp as a whip and had definite ideas on a lot of things. Pig-headed men being one of those things.

  Kelly’s eyes narrowed on him. “Just not worry my little head about it?” she asked him gently.

  “Kelly…” Rowdy cleared his throat, looking for an excuse for his dim-witted cousin.

  “More or less.” Natches’s smile was condescending as Rowdy stared at him in disbelief. When had his cousin decided that women were stupid?

  “Kelly, sweetheart, Dad and Maria were supposed to—”

  “Don’t try to distract me, Rowdy, it doesn’t work,” she snapped, her dark eyes furious as her stubborn chin lifted, her soft lips tightening in anger as her gaze swung back to Natches.

  “Come on, Kelly, we all know Natches can be a knothead,” Dawg sighed. “Let’s not hurt him too bad here. We might need him down the road later to dig ditches or something.”

  Natches’s lips lifted in a grin as his light green eyes stayed locked on Kelly. And suddenly, Rowdy knew his game. He almost laughed when his gaze went back to Kelly and rather than seeing furious arousal glittering in her eyes, he only saw the anger.

  His little spitfire wasn’t in the least turned on by Natches’s confrontational attitude.

  “You know, Natches”—she lifted a hand and surveyed her nails for a second before lifting her gaze back to the other man—“just because I’m not exactly a part of the upper crust of this fine little town doesn’t mean I don’t know its little secrets. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m one of those slow-witted little blondes you and Dawg have been snacking
on lately. Because I’m not. And neither am I at all interested in taming that bad boy thing you have going on. And as for you.” She turned to Rowdy.

  Rowdy lifted his brow curiously. There was the arousal. It glittered just beneath the anger as she raked over his lazy slouch against the bar. “Before making any plans that concern my future, maybe you’ll be good enough to discuss them with me first. If you don’t mind, that is.”

  Ouch. The lash of displeasure in her voice actually stung.

  “And I think that’s our cue to go,” Dawg stated with a smile as he straightened from where he was leaning against the wall. “Let’s go, Natches.”

  “Like hell,” Natches drawled. “Watching her neuter him is way too much fun.”

  Rowdy straightened as hurt flashed in Kelly’s eyes as she stared back at the other man. Natches’s tone was bordering snide, and Rowdy was fed up with it.

  “Natches, shut the hell up,” he warned softly.

  “Why?” Natches asked with apparent joviality. “Hell, Rowdy, I’m taking notes here. Watching you get your dick twisted in a knot like this over her is teaching me what not to do.”

  He was going to kill Natches.

  “Kelly, ignore that fool,” Dawg drawled then. “He’s just pissed as hell that you’re not twisting his dick, that’s all.”

  “And he’s getting ready to get his ass kicked.” Rowdy moved then.

  He stalked across the room, ignoring Kelly’s flinch as he pulled her against him, his lips pressing to her forehead as he held her to him, his gaze slicing to Natches in warning.

  “We’re just discussing the best place to protect you, baby.” He rubbed his hand down her arm, feeling her tremble against him despite her anger. “No plans are being made without you. I promise.”

  “I don’t need to be babied.” She pulled away from him, but the hurt in her voice was easy to hear and Rowdy promised he was going to make Natches pay for that one. “I just thought somehow, plans that included me were my business. Just forget it.”

  She turned and stalked from the room as Rowdy turned back to Natches. The minute he heard her moving up the hallway, he jumped for the older man.

  “Whoa! Hold on there, boy.” Dawg jumped in front of him, blocking him with his wider body as Rowdy growled in fury. “You know how he gets. Dammit, Rowdy, you start a fight in here and Maria’s gonna kick all our asses.”

  “Get the fuck out of my face.” He jabbed his finger over Dawg’s shoulder, glaring back at Natches as his expression darkened with anger. “And so help me God, you treat her like that again and I’ll tear your dick off and feed it to you. You want to be a bastard because you’re not getting what you want, then you take it up with me.”

  He knew Natches’s problem, and he knew he should have anticipated it. Dawg and Natches both had waited, just as he had, for Kelly. They had hungered, lusted, expected certain things where her relationship with Rowdy was concerned.

  This was his fault. As he jerked away from Dawg, he admitted it was his fault, but he’d be damned if Kelly was going to pay for it with Natches’s surly attitude.

  He paced to the bar, pouring a quick drink and kicking it back as he grimaced at the sting. Natches was damned good at pushing buttons, and, Rowdy admitted, Kelly was a sore spot with him. Hell, he should have known years ago that this wasn’t going to work, rather than running from the situation as he had. And he had run. The emotions that damned woman caused to rise inside him threatened his sanity at times.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt her.” Natches cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Hell. I didn’t mean anything by it, Rowdy.”

  Rowdy lifted his gaze. He was so damned close to fighting Natches that he had to clench his fist to hold onto his control.

  “She’s mine, Natches,” he snapped. “I can understand why you’re pissed but if you take it out on her again, you’ll deal with me. You got that?”

  “Yeah, I got that.” Natches snorted, though he didn’t sound overly concerned at the prospect. “I’m going to go see if I can find a sign of that bastard while you cool off. Hell, son of a bitch needs to die for fucking shit up like this.”

  He stomped from the living room. Seconds later, the door slammed behind him. Rowdy stared back at Dawg then.

  “He’ll chill out.” Dawg slapped him on the shoulder as he headed from the room. “You take care of Kelly, and we’ll watch your back. And when Natches’s time comes, we might even watch his.”

  NINETEEN

  Kelly was furious. The anger that sizzled through her carried her through the afternoon and into that evening.

  It was the fear making her angry and she knew it. It was making her crazy. And Rowdy, Dawg, and Natches weren’t helping matters. They were making a target of themselves rather than her, daring a madman to strike out at them. Endangering all their lives, and it scared her to death. And that’s where the anger stemmed. Toward the bastard who thought she should belong to him rather than the man she loved. A monster who wanted to terrorize her because she wasn’t the good girl he had decided she should be.

  She snorted at that thought. The fantasies she’d had over the years where those three men were concerned were anything but good. But they were fantasies for her. She liked the fantasies, she liked pretending she was daring enough, cool enough, to control Rowdy and his cousins.

  But the truth of the matter was that she was anything but cool, calm, or collected when it came to Rowdy. And as hot as the thought of having all three men focused on her was, as hot as it had been in the boat, something still held her back. Made her wary.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

  She whirled around with a gasp, wishing now that she had turned the lights on. Natches was shadowed from the hall light, a dark form leaning against the wide entrance into the room.

  “You didn’t hurt my feelings,” she snapped. “You pissed me off.”

  He sighed. “I didn’t mean to piss you off either.”

  Natches flipped on the light. He grinned at her as she watched him warily.

  “Do you remember how Dawg and I rushed to the hospital after you were attacked?” he asked, his voice soft, a bit sad.

  And they had. Ray swore the doctors had almost had to call security to get them to leave the hall outside her room.

  “I remember.”

  He brushed back the long hair from his devilishly handsome face. Natches was a charmer, with the face of a fallen angel and eyes that invited a woman to be bad.

  “We knew you were ours even when you were a little girl,” he said reflectively. “Not in the sense we knew it after you grew up, but we claimed you. Watched out for you—”

  “I love Rowdy, Natches,” she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. “And don’t try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better.”

  His lips tightened. “We’re a set. You’re destroying it, Kelly.”

  He stared back at her, his light green eyes wary and somber but she could feel the anger in him. She was changing the rules and he didn’t like it.

  “I don’t mean to, Natches,” she whispered. “I can’t be what you want, I can’t do what you need.”

  “You knew that was part of it,” he growled. “Everyone knows that’s part of it.”

  Kelly tipped her head to the side, watching him. Of the three cousins, Natches had always been the most alone. Dawg had his sister after his parent’s death, as well as Rowdy’s parents. Natches’s parents were cold, almost inhumanly so. Scions of the county, with more money than they needed and less heart than anyone Kelly had ever met. How a brother of Ray’s could have turned out like that, she couldn’t figure.

  And Natches had always suffered for it, until he was old enough to leave. Dawg and Rowdy were his family. They were all he really claimed. And though she couldn’t see him as needy, she could see the regret that egged at him, the fierce determination not to lose that connection he had with the other two men.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“What Rowdy does when he leaves me—”

  “You think he’s going to leave you?” Mocking laughter filled his voice then. “Hell, Kelly, what do you think we were fighting over when you walked in? Rowdy gave us the ‘hands off.’ He’s gone all white-knight possessive on us for some damned reason, and it has to be because you refused to do it.”

  She stared back at him in surprise.

  “He did what?”

  “You heard me,” he grumbled. “Son of a bitch dared us to touch you. You have his dick tied in so many knots he doesn’t know what he wants.”

  Now, that just didn’t sound like Rowdy. Rowdy wasn’t a man who didn’t know what he wanted. And he always meant what he said.

  “I didn’t know that was what you were arguing over—”

  “Because you’re not the one who would have problems understanding the concept.” Rowdy’s deep, angry voice broke in on the conversation as he stepped into the smaller entrance next to the stairs.

  He stared back at Natches, his eyes narrowed, his body corded and tense.

  “Hell, back down, Rowdy,” Natches sighed. “I just wanted to apologize for hurting her feelings, not take you on.”

  Natches pushed his fingers wearily through his hair. She could feel the sense of resignation moving around him and the sadness of it pricked at her.

  Kelly shivered as Rowdy moved next to her, his arm going around her waist, pulling her against the warmth of his body. As he did she caught the look that flashed across Natches’s face. It was so quick that she wondered if she imagined it. Envy, regret.

  “I accept your apology, Natches,” she told him softly. “And I’m sorry, this isn’t what I intended.”

  Rowdy tensed at her side.

  Natches’s grin was crooked, charming, but the sight of it made her chest ache. It was a ruse. Natches wasn’t taking this well, and of the three men, she wondered if perhaps he was the one who needed the sharing the most.

  “Time for me to slip out and see if we can catch our evil neighborhood stalker now.” He straightened from the doorway, flexing his shoulders as he turned toward the hallway. “Catch ya’ll later.”