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“Whoa. She lives!”

I sat up abruptly in the sea of blankets and pillows, running both hands through my tangled hair. The room was still dark, but only because the shutters were still down. Through the windows’ edges, I could see sunlight fighting to stream in.

“H—How long did I sleep?”

Gage and Devyn were standing in the archway that led into the game room, each with a set of darts in one hand. They were showered. Dressed. They looked ready for anything.

“Probably about eleven hours,” Gage reasoned. “Give or take.”

“ELEVEN hours!”

I sprang to my feet, and the blankets fell away. I realized — and simultaneously remembered — that I was only wearing a thong.

“Seemed like you really needed the sleep,” shrugged Devyn, struggling hard to keep his eyes on mine.

“But—”

“And you were sleeping so soundly and peacefully too,” added Gage. “Like an angel. But sexier.”

“Muchsexier,” Devyn grinned.

Now theydidlook, and for some reason I didn’t bother to cover up. I scratched my head, got my bearings, and turned in the direction of the bathroom.

“An angel with a great ass by the way,” said Gage.

I shook that ass for them on a whim, then began gathering my clothes. Though I’d just woken, I didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy. I actually felt pretty fucking fantastic.

“Your stuff’s upstairs,” said Devyn, “in your room.”

My room.So I had a room.

“Where’s Maverick?”

“Sitting in his Tomcat,” joked Gage. “Playing with his joystick.”

“Actually he’s out back, packing the chopper,” Devyn offered. “Getting us all ready for lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“Yeah it’s already late for lunch,” Devyn went on, “so it’s more of an early dinner. But we figured you gotta be hungry, so—”

“Iamhungry,” I told him, realizing just how much as I said it. “Actually, I’m ravenous.”

“Good,” he smiled back. “Shower, change, and dress for a desert picnic.”

“A desert picnic?” I laughed. “And what exactly does a girl wear to a desert picnic?”

Both men looked at each other for a moment, then back at me. Arms crossed, their eyes crawling my practically naked body, the two of them laughed.

“Does it really matter?” Gage winked.

Thirty-Nine

DEVYN

The Gazelle swung in low, cutting through the dry desert air smoothly and efficiently as we hurtled through the canyon. I had to hand it to the French. The thing was a well-oiled piece of engineering, built for speed and maneuverability. Its engine roared with strength. Screamed with power.

But for most of the trip, my eyes were onher.