Whispered Words

PowerUp! - 3

by

Marie Harte

Chapter One

Bend, Oregon

December

Gripping her side and praying the pain meant bruised and not broken ribs, Chloe King did her best to remain quiet and breathed through her mouth to counteract the pain. The crisp winter weather made her breath fog as she exhaled, and she shivered, wishing she’d worn a warmer coat. At least she was wearing black. She blended into the shadows better than she might have otherwise.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re there. I’ve been watching you, waiting for you. Did you like the roses I sent you last week? Your favorite, I know. Well, Chloe, I’ve saved the best surprise for last. It’s time.” A shaft of moonlight flashed across the warehouse floor. She spotted where her pistol had fallen when the asshole had knocked it from her hands. So damn far away. Shit. For all that she’d worked on teams to defeat terrorism, drug gangs, and genocide, this particular stalker proved to be a handful. Who would have thought an average psychopath could be so much work?

She blamed herself for this. The little notes, the flowers, the anonymous gifts that had escalated from cute to creepy the past month. She’d thought her friends were up to something, even though she’d felt a shiver every time something new showed up in her mailbox. She should have treated the odd presents more seriously, but she’d stupidly relied on her psychic abilities to protect herself, even knowing they’d been more off than on lately.

A chill of real fear snaked its way up her spine. She was all alone with this wacko. And he’d already proved he had no problem hurting her. Her palms sweated, and her heart raced. She sent out a mental plea. “Hey, voices. A little help here?” And heard nothing but the sound of muted footsteps and the wind whistling through the abandoned warehouse.

The moonlight vanished, leaving the warehouse in darkness.

“Chlo-ee.” He sang her name, accompanying the cadence with the whining scrape of his knife against the walls. She had yet to see his face, but she’d never forget that tone—crazy with a side of lust.

Now, when she really could have used some advice from the voice she’d been hearing for the past fifteen years, it remained quiet. The way it had since she’d returned from Arizona two months ago. The last warning she’d received sat at the forefront of her mind. Find us before it’s too late. The cryptic advice annoyed her.

How the hell could she find them without help? She knew nothing about them. Were they alive or dead? Male or female? And was this creep what they’d meant when they’d said too late? Too late for her?

Knowing she had little time before Psycho Stan—as she’d dubbed him—reached her, she silently crept toward what looked like a large hole in the wall. The gloom in the place made it hard to tell if the black patch was a large stain or the outside. On the outskirts of Bend, the rundown warehouse sat on a desolate ranch.

The building had once housed trucks used for transporting cows, horses, and other livestock. But now, with the ranch closed and the economy down the toilet, the warehouse and ranch remained vacant. Mostly.

She shivered and did her best to suppress her fear.

At this time of night, there weren’t many passersby on the main road either. If, by the grace of God, she did manage to snag some attention, Chloe had no doubt her stalker would take care of any Good Samaritan foolish enough to offer help.

“It’s just you, me, and my knife.” He chuckled, and the husky burr of his laughter made her shudder. Just two short months ago, in the course of a murder investigation, she’d been kidnapped by a possessed killer. Now this. A psycho nutjob. For someone no longer working for the government, she continued to end up in dangerous situations. Except this time, she didn’t have a team backing her up or psychic voices guiding her through the danger.

Apparently, Chloe had no one but herself to rely upon. Terrific.

She squelched a groan, held on to her side, and lowered to a crouch. If she could just make it past the shot of moonlight now pushing through a broken window, she could rush for the dark gap in the wall. After a bit of study, she’d determined it was an exit, and thank God for that. She’d arrived tonight hoping to get information on her client’s missing pocket watch, an antique worth a lot of money. She knew the watch existed, but the informant? She didn’t think so. The watch and the other items she and her team had been hired to find weren’t well-known. A confidential client and a secret list, yet this psycho had known about the case.

He had to be psychic—the only explanation that made sense.

Yet shouldn’t Jack have known?

Her boss employed psychics to man a discreet investigation and security service. Chloe worked with people who could see the future, move things with their minds, create fire from a thought, sense emotions… The list went on. Yet not one of her buddies had sensed that they might have interference on this case. She put the facts together and froze.

The likelihood this stalker had nothing to do with the case and everything to do with Chloe couldn’t be ignored. And she was all by herself, because she hadn’t thought to bring a friend with her, so sure of her ability to defend herself, that she belonged on the team like all the others. Shit.

Suddenly a hand pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall at her back. She couldn’t breathe. The shock from being slammed against the wall robbed her of breath. The large palm covering her mouth didn’t help. The pressure on her ribs made her light-headed with pain before it eased.

“Shh. Not a word.” Warm breath whispered against her ear. Not her stalker, unless he had a friend. And wouldn’t that just be her luck.

The stalker’s singsong voice snapped with irritation. “Damn it, Chloe. I’m getting tired of this.” The lights flickered. A few bulbs came to life overhead just as the moonlight ebbed.

She sensed Psycho Stan had something to do with the lights. Psychic energy flooded the space, crawling over her like the scuttling feet of tiny insects. She felt itchy all over. Shuffling footsteps drew closer.

The man holding her ran a hand gently over her shoulder. A comforting caress.

It startled her because he felt so solid and safe against her. Who the hell was this guy? She opened her mouth to whisper the question when he stole her breath again.

He leaned down and…inhaled?

Odd tingles of excitement lit her from within, taking some of her pain. Though much smaller than her captor, she didn’t feel the least bit frightened of him.

Instead, she felt aroused, fascinated, and attracted.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The guy holding her tensed just as someone else knocked the stalker on his ass. The two on the floor grappled as the lights flickered above.

She caught nothing more than two large men rolling around, their hair hidden under knit caps, their bodies encased in dark clothing. She saw the sudden flash of a large knife. But then the lights blacked out and took away any chance to identify the men around her.

The guy at her side nuzzled her hair aside to position his lips at her ear. She moaned. Not in pain but because her entire body felt like one giant nerve ending.

Sexually excited and in the worst danger of her life. Even Chloe had to admit she made no sense.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “He won’t harm you.” She felt his lips caress her earlobe and shivered, unable to help her response.

With that note of confidence, he darted away and joined the others scrapping on the floor. At least she thought he did. She could barely see her hand in front of her face. Never a fool, she didn’t stand around and wait. Taking her chance to escape, Chloe moved as fast as she could. She grabbed her gun off the floor and swung around to level it at the sounds of grunts and groans coming from the floor.

Then…nothing.

Moonlight returned, and she found herself alone, no hint that she’d ever been around anyone other than herself and her imagination. The moonlight fluttered and died as the clouds scurried to engulf the world once more in darkness.

* * *

A week later, she refused to change her mind. Trying not so squirm in the uncomfortable chair across from Jack Keiser’s desk, Chloe kept her gaze steady on her boss. It wasn’t easy. The man’s ice blue eyes remained frigid with disapproval.

His broad chest heaved as he tried to get a handle on his temper, not one of Jack’s strengths lately. Built like a linebacker, the guy had muscles growing over muscles, a mind that had Mensa written all over it, and a natural dominance that made his leadership over their psychic squad easy to accept.

A dozen or so members of the government’s now defunct Psychic Warfare Program, or PWP, worked for Jack’s PowerUp! gym. They should have been bored out of their minds, but ever since Jack had taken on their big, anonymous client, adventure had returned to their lives. And thank God for that. If she had to focus on helping middle-aged men lose their love handles for one second more than she already had, she’d have gone stark-raving mad.

“Wake up, King.”

She blinked and tried a smile, but Jack wasn’t having it. She huffed her excuse. “It’s not my fault. I didn’t take backup to that warehouse. It was a simple meet for information. You know that.”

“You still should have taken someone with you.” He blew out a breath. “Damn it, Chloe. This makes no sense. You leaving only puts you in greater danger.” He glared at her. “You’ve spent a week on your ass as it is. You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks, Jack.” Asshole.

“How are you going to keep up with your training?” Courtesy of the US government, every one of the ex-PWP agents working for Jack had been genetically altered to enhance their psychic productivity. Even Chloe had felt a strengthening connection with the voices she’d always heard, and one voice in particular. Her special voice had grown crystal clear after she’d taken the government’s drugs.

Getting cut off from their meds when the program went under had turned a lot of the agents crazy. Many of her peers had decided to stick with Uncle Sam and veered off into other departments. Not Chloe. She was tired of following orders that made no sense. So, with a handful of other independent thinkers, she’d joined up with Jack. Now they used physical and mental exercises—not drugs—to stay focused and rational.

“The workouts aren’t that necessary for me. I’m not like you other freaks,” she said.

Jack just looked at her.

“Well, okay, maybe I am. But I’m not as bad. As long as I use my skills to concentrate on the voices, I’m okay.” Of course, those voices had become strangely silent. She still heard the occasional whisper offering tidbits of information or demanding she fix things for other people, but nothing that related to her specifically. The voice that saved her ass on a daily basis had simply vanished. And she needed it back.

“You’re not telling me all of it. I know it.”

Jack and those damn eyes. “Look, boss. I’ll be fine. My ribs are healed up. I’ll be hiking through snow. In the mountains. That’s a better workout than I can get here. Besides, Psycho Stan can use a few weeks without me. Trust me; I’ll be safer in the woods away from him. When I come back, the situation will resolve itself.

They told me.” The voice was never wrong. At least, not when it actually spoke to her.

She hated to lie to Jack, but she really needed to handle her problems by herself. With so many psychics underfoot, one of them would eventually realize she wasn’t herself. In order to center herself, she had to go away. One way or the other, she’d find her voice again. She had to. Because without that particular voice, she feared she’d be worthless to the team.

Her only family now, the team accepted her; they offered her friendship, a sense of worth. She couldn’t lose that. She wouldn’t lose that.

“Chloe, talk to me.”

Oh hell. Not the gentle voice. Chloe didn’t like it when Jack turned soft. He rarely used that tone with any of the others. But she knew he had a soft spot for women, though he’d die before admitting it.

She blinked to hold back the tears, knowing that if she relented and shared her worries with Jack, he’d never let her leave. And she had to go.

“Damn it.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, and his biceps bulged. “I don’t like any of this. Avery still can’t see your future, and Nathan didn’t get any hits off that torn piece of cloth you brought back from the warehouse. That fucker of an informant must have somehow shielded himself from psychic residue, which proves you were right. Your stalker has to be psychic. Whether he’s tied at all to the PWP or not, that we’ll soon know. I have Ian working on it.” Jack’s grimace said volumes.

But was he annoyed because of Ian—their newest hire and a constant thorn in their side—or her?

He finished with, “I have a bad feeling about you going off anywhere alone.” Nope, Jack was still annoyed with her. In hindsight, not telling him her voices had started to fade now seemed like a godsend.

“But Jack, the voices told me I need to do this. Alone.”

He eyed her with suspicion before sighing. “Oh hell. Okay. I have Kitty and Gavin looking into the pocket watch, so that’s handled. Take the next two weeks off, since we’re near the holidays anyway. But you check in with me twice a day, you got me? Consider it your vacation, since you still refuse to take any. And you’re sure the ribs are better?”

His easy acceptance bothered her. Jack didn’t like to lose. Not at anything.

“Yes. Much better.” One thing the gene therapy had done for her and the others. It made them resistant to a lot of diseases, and she healed faster than a normal person.

“You need to get back to training, Chloe. I worry about you.”

“It’s a size thing. I’m sure you’ll get over it eventually.” Every one of the ex-agents—male and female—treated her like the weakest link on the team because of her smaller size, and it grated.

His lips quirked. The closest Jack ever got to a smile. “Sure thing, Tinker Bell.” She hated when he called her that. “So the voices. You’re absolutely sure they’re telling you to go this alone? Because I’d hate to think one of my own is lying to me.”

The burning stare almost broke her. But she needed to handle this herself. She always had and always would deal with personal business in private. And she considered her ability private.

She kept eye contact as long as she could, then looked away before she lost herself in his stare. More than one of them had mentioned they thought Jack had gained some sort of mesmerism talent since leaving the PWP. But no one had the guts to out-and-out ask him.

“Guess I’d better go, then.” She put her hands on the chair arms, preparing to leave.

“Good luck. Just make sure you turn everything over to Ian before you go.” She stood before the name registered. “Wait. What? Ian?”

He blinked. Jack could do anger, hostility, and menace better than anyone she knew. But innocence?

“Ian is your replacement.”

“Not him. He’ll make a mess of everything,” she whined and hated herself for doing so. But Frank—Ian—whatever the hell he was calling himself these days, had made it his duty in life to become her personal pain in the ass. “Come on, Jack. Let me put Nathan on point. He already works the night shift, and with the holidays getting even busier, you need someone who can do the job.” And not turn my office into a natural disaster.

“Ian has a knack for handling people. Nathan just pisses them off.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, then opened them again and glared at her. “Hell, he pisses me off on a daily basis. And before you say it, yeah, everyone pisses me off. I tell you what. I’ll keep Nathan where he is, but I’ll move Avery to nights to help the guys. It’ll do him good to get away from the pool.” She didn’t know if that would be such a good idea, since Nathan and Avery started arguing the minute they caught sight of each other. But, eager to depart before someone else prevented her from leaving, she nodded. “I’m good, then. The voices are telling me to hustle. Gotta go.”

He stood with her, a frown on his face that turned to outright hostility when Keegan Price suddenly occupied the doorway. Like oil and water, Jack and Keegan didn’t mix. Too much testosterone to occupy one small space, Chloe thought and held back a smirk.

The long, tall Texan drink of water grinned at her. “Hey, little bit. Just the person I wanted to see. James and I are going into the mountains with you.”

“No, you’re not.” Jack folded his arms across his chest. He looked like a rock wearing a frown.

Not to be outdone, the good old boy blocking the exit did the same. Keegan had to be the only one in their organization with the balls to cross Jack on a regular basis. Even finding himself happily married and in love with both his wife and his partner hadn’t softened the man. But at least his interference would guarantee she had Jack’s okay to go solo. Jack would agree with the devil himself just to aggravate Keegan.

She patted Keegan on the arm. “This is my cue to head out. I’ll talk to Ian, Jack.” She turned to Keegan. “Keegan, wish Rory and James a Merry Christmas for me.”

“But—”

“Look, dickhead…” Jack cut him off, and the pair started in on an argument about to turn ugly. On her way up the stairs, she ran into the team’s resident empath. Just the person she didn’t want to face. She constantly feared Kitty would see her facade and know Chloe had issues with her abilities.

Chloe pasted on a smile and forced herself to remain normal. Strong. In control of herself and her abilities. “Just the person I wanted to see. Kitty, Jack needs you.

Keegan’s down there in Jack’s face, and Jack’s not having one of his better days.” Kitty sighed. “Crap. Okay.” But before Chloe could move past her, Kitty grabbed her by the shoulder. “Don’t think we’re not going to talk about this anxiety that flares up whenever I see you lately.”

Chloe frowned, sure she’d put a lid on her worries. “Not sure what you’re talking about. But Jack’s waiting.”

A burst of psychic power flashed up the stairwell. Kitty’s eyes widened, and she raced down the stairs.

Relieved at her narrow escape, Chloe hustled up the remaining steps and out the door into the staff changing room that was off-limits to everyone but her psychic peers. No one in Bend knew their history, and they intended to keep it that way.

Maintaining a low profile kept them off the government’s radar as well as let them live normal lives. More or less. She exited the room and made sure to close the door behind her, the lock overloud in the silence. On her way back into the main gym, she passed a few of the regular staff, locals who had no idea the rest of the staff bulked up because they had to, not just because they were into health and fitness.

Chloe nodded to their new aerobics instructor and passed Avery, their precognitive genius, on the way out. “Hey, Avery, you’re going on night shift while I’m gone on vacation. Jack will be talking to you about it soon, if you didn’t already know.”

His frown came and went in a split second. “Okay.” He stopped her before she walked past him. “One thing before you go.”

She prayed he hadn’t seen anything dire in her future. “Yeah?” He pulled her in for a hug. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.” Her return wishes that he have a nice holiday were lost, muffled against his expansive chest.

Avery laughed and let her go with a chuck under her chin and a sly look in his eyes. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it once you’ve tried it.” His wink did nothing to settle her nerves. “Man, what I wouldn’t give for a pack of Doublemint gum right now.”

“You’re a loon, you know that?” She ignored his laughter and left before another of her friends delved into her business. Even the snow didn’t bother her as she left the gym and drove to Frank’s— Ian’s—house.

The forger previously known as Frank Hanover answered the door before she could knock. The wide smile on his face did nothing but raise her blood pressure.

“Chloe King. My favorite person in the whole wide world.”

“Asshole.”

He chuckled and pulled her into the house. She wasn’t surprised to see artwork all over the place. The once-master forger and art thief couldn’t stay away from paints and canvas. She’d busted him enough times to know. “All legal, Frank?”

“Quit calling me Frank. Frank’s dead and gone. I’m Ian Ryder. Say it with me.”

“Hell. Okay, Ian.”

“Good.”

“So, is this legal?” she asked again.

“You wound me, boss. Of course it’s legal. Mostly.” He laughed, and she remembered the first time she’d nailed him for art theft during her rookie days as a cop. So very long ago.

Ian continued, “What’s up? It has to be something important to get you to my place on your day off. Unless you’re determined to prove you can turn me from the dark side.” He wiggled his eyebrows and tried to feign interest in her breasts.

“Ian, I’m glad you’re gay.”

“I’m thinking of going bi for you.”

She groaned. “I don’t have time for this. I’m going away for two weeks. I need you to manage the night shift.”

Ian beamed. “Really?” He studied her with a keen eye. “Jack forced me on you, didn’t he?”

“Of course.”

He shook his head. “Too much to hope you trusted me by now. I won’t let you down, boss.”

“Stay out of my office, and stop calling me boss.”

“I will if you’ll tell me the truth.” His smile faded. “I know how to read people. I mimic for a living. I mean, I used to mimic for a living,” he hurried to correct. “So what’s up? The ribs are barely healed, and you’re going away without backup. The voices come back yet?”

She didn’t know what to say. “I, what, how…?”

“I know the look you get when you hear them. You haven’t made that face in weeks. But I’m told you normally hear from your otherworldly friends all the time.

So spill it, Tinker Bell, or I’m going to Jack.” She poked him in the chest. “First of all, you’re not that much taller than I am.

You’re also five years younger. So can the Tinker Bell crap.”

“Hey, I’m six foot.”

“Five-eleven, if that. And secondly, you tell anyone what you suspect, you’re on toilet duty at the gym. I’ll sic Avery on you.” He threw his hands in the air. “Okay, okay. I’m just worried about you. Is that so wrong?”

She let out a breath, tired, achy, and strangely relieved to share the truth with someone, even Ian. “I have to go away. I need to regroup, so I’m going to a cabin in the woods. The coordinates are in my desk at work, under the King file.” She’d been planning to let Jack know after she’d gotten a head start on her “vacation.” Ian nodded, no questions.

“Why is it I have the feeling that you already know where I stash my secret files?” She wasn’t surprised when he nodded with a sheepish grin. “Damn it. Okay, okay. I don’t have time to rip you a new one.” She took a deep breath and let it out, annoyed when Ian continued to watch her with a rapt expression, as if he’d never been so entertained. “The coordinates are there. I’m supposed to check in with Jack twice a day—you know about the crazy guy from the warehouse.” They’d had a group meeting right after it happened; the group always pulled together to protect their own.

“I don’t know how the guy did it, but consensus is he psychically shielded himself from the rest of us. Not even Avery saw him coming.” Ian frowned. “Our resident retrocog thinks he’s killed before, and that he’ll do it again. When Noah went to the warehouse, he got a sense of your Psycho Stan’s psychic spoor in that scene between you and those others there. Creeped him the hell out, I can tell you.” She sighed. Poor Noah. Her last assignment with the man had been hell. His ability to read the past was about as useful as hearing voices. “Personally, I’m glad not to see the past.” She thought of Avery. “Or the future. Hell, I can barely deal with the present.”

“Amen, sister.” Ian paused. “So no word yet on who those other guys were, huh?”

“No.” And the mystery wouldn’t leave her mind. Especially because she’d felt so attracted to the tall man holding her. The last place she should have felt turned on, especially with a killer tracking her every move. She hurried to clear her mind of the incident. “Ian, see if you can’t get Nathan to handle that scrap of fabric I got off the stalker again. And my shirt, the one I was wearing when he attacked me.

Have him touch that too.” If anyone could get a psychic reading from that psycho, it was Nathan.

Ian nodded. “Good idea.”

“Yeah. I thought of it on my way over. See if he can’t get some leads while I’m gone.”

“I still don’t understand why you need to leave at all.”

“Because I need a break. I’m tired,” she admitted, knowing Ian, for all his irritating qualities, wouldn’t betray her. The handsome little sneak actually liked her. “All the voices have gotten hard to hear, and lately the one that protects me plain doesn’t speak. I think I need to decompress to allow them back in. Let’s face it.

Psycho Stan has gone to ground. We can’t find him anywhere. My being gone will either force him to make a move or come after me. So make sure the team on my house is solid.”

“Jack’s overseeing that. But I’m sure he won’t mind me looking over his shoulder.” They shared a grin. “Don’t worry about a thing here, Chloe. I promise not to rearrange your files like I did the last time I helped you out.” He crossed his heart with his finger, and she wanted to break it off and shove it up his—“Seriously, so get that look off your face.” Ian stepped closer. “Go do what you have to do. I won’t tell anyone you’re weak, pathetic, and losing your mind. But if you don’t keep Jack in the loop at all times, I’m coming after you.” That was all she needed, Ian Ryder’s interference. “Yeah, yeah. Now let me get home and out of town before some other idiot psychic pries into my business.”

“I’ll miss you, darling.” Ian’s bright blue eyes filled with fake tears.

Despite her annoyance, she laughed. “You’re such an asshole.”

“And that’s why everyone loves me. It’s my natural charm and handsome physique.” He made an impressive muscle. Yet the man couldn’t hold a candle to the buff freaks she worked with. Though Ian had once worked with the PWP at its startup, he’d somehow managed to avoid taking the gene-enhancing drugs the others had been given. He had a lean frame and the graceful hands of a painter—or master forger.

“Sure thing, Arnold. Just keep it together while I’m gone, okay? And don’t let Avery and Nathan kill each other either.”

He groaned. “Not fair. Avery’s going on nights?”

“Jack’s call, not mine.”

“They’re so hot but so unattainable. Together, they’re just freakin’ annoying.” She had her first true belly laugh of the day. “Pot calling kettle, hello? Try to stay out of trouble and have a nice holiday. I don’t know why, but you’re growing on me.” She left and closed the door, but before she reached her car, he had the last word.

In his best Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer impression, he yelled, “She thinks I’m cuuuute.”

Definitely time to hit the slopes.

Chapter Two

So far so good. She’d had been hiking all day and night to reach the cabin. By now her car would lay buried under several feet of snow in the lot off the highway.

She had enough food and clothing to last her a few days, and she knew from experience the cabin would be stocked with canned goods. Chloe felt bad about reserving, then canceling at the last minute, but the snowfall made the excuse a plausible one. No way to trace her whereabouts.

The cabin was the ideal place in which to lose herself, to give herself space, and to help find her voice again. Accessible only via a hiking trail, it served hard-core hikers and campers. Parking as far away as she had along the highway, no one would guess it might be her destination. What crazy idiot would walk twenty miles in the snow to reach a cabin they hadn’t even reserved? She’d be lucky if the cabin had a generator to power electricity.

An owl hooted overhead. The quiet soothed the worries she’d been carrying for far too long. Not much stirred under the dark sky. The unfettered moonlight and beaming stars overhead made her think of fairy tales and universal mysteries as she neared the marker that signaled the rise to the cabin that lay snug in the woods.

She wondered about her voices, why she had them, how they could be so precise. She’d heard them ever since her sixth birthday. Dry, dispassionate orders that told her all manner of things. Who liked who, which neighbor had stolen a car, cheated on his wife, or had gambling debts. Odd facts about things she had little interest in. Sometimes the information led to an arrest, sometimes it just entertained her. She’d find a missing engagement ring. Point out who stole a book from the corner store, or what kid had secretly been bullying others.

As she grew older, another voice became more distinctive. It told her what to do, who to trust, secrets that helped her avoid danger. All of the advice from her voice, from him, helped her to advance in life, stay safe, and be a better person. She tuned into him more than any of the other voices, although why she thought of it as a man’s voice, she couldn’t say. The voice could as well have belonged to a woman. It had no gender, no inflection. The voice simply was, and it always took care of her.

It bothered her more than she wanted to admit that she’d lost that intimate tie to the psychic plane. No matter how often she reached out to him, she heard nothing.

The pack on her back felt ten pounds heavier as night turned into early morning. Yet she trudged forward step-by-step. Jack had been right. She’d needed the exercise. Though tired, she felt worlds better than she had the past week. Her ribs no longer pained her, and the exertion awakened her fuzzy brain.

As dawn approached the horizon, she saw it. The hazy outline of a rooftop past a scraggle of branches and pines blanketing the forest floor amidst the snow.

To her dismay, smoke curled from the chimney. She hadn’t thought for one second someone might have intruded into her space. Hell, yesterday morning the rental Web site had showed the place still empty. What the hell?

Could it be her stalker had beaten her out here? Chloe shook her head. There was no way the man could have followed her trail. No one had sensed or seen him, and the team had done its best to use all their resources to scry for him. Still, it paid to be cautious. She carefully concealed her pack at the edge of the tree line and withdrew her pistol from the front pocket.

Then she approached the cabin. She made her way to the eastern side, where she could peer through a window into the kitchen at the back of the house.

Firelight flickered against a pot of something steaming on the stove. Past the kitchen, she noted a long arm strewn over the back of a couch. The arm belonged to a man with short dark hair. She couldn’t make out his features or his height, just the back of his head and a long arm encased in a sweater.

She shivered. Before she could decide what to do next, something cold and hard pressed against her temple. Damn. A pistol. She held her breath. The voices had been right. It was too late to find them now.

“Easy, sweetheart. Drop the gun.” Joshua didn’t relent until she dropped her weapon in the snow. He clearly had size on her, but he’d made it a habit never to underestimate anyone. In his experience, the female of the species was much more lethal than the male. He took a step back. “Hands up. Now turn around. Slowly.” The small woman bundled in a polar vest, gloves, jeans, boots, and a skull cap all dusted in snow could have passed for Frosty’s wife before she turned around.

When Josh got a good look at her face, the blood rushed from his head.

Absolutely beautiful. Not a pale cream or a dark brown, her cheeks looked caramel in color, flushed with cold and no doubt anger that she’d been caught. Long black hair trailed over her shoulders and contrasted with the light blue-gray eyes of a woman who could have owned any man she wanted. Full lips, a slender nose, and a stubborn chin completed the picture of seduction personified.

“Well?” Her husky voice shot a bolt of lust straight to his cock.

Yeah, she had killer looks. He couldn’t quite peg her ethnicity. Black, Hispanic, Indian? A mix? Hell, he didn’t much care. She’d perked his interest enough that he wanted to peel her like a banana and see what lay under the layers of clothing. But the shock of what felt almost like recognition unnerved him. She had the same height as that woman Xavier had rescued the other night from the warehouse, but his sense of familiarity went beyond that. He’d tried more than once to see into his own future, but lately he caught nothing. His attempt now showed him more of the same. Shit.

He leaned down and grabbed her pistol from the snow. After making sure the safety was engaged, he tucked the gun in the back of his jeans.

“You first.” He nodded to the front of the house with his weapon, a handy .45 that could and had blown holes through flesh and bone.

She made no sudden moves and kept her hands where he could see them, on either side of her head. Not one flinch or tremble from the steady woman—a sign she most likely had experience with dangerous situations. She walked with graceful steps, even through the white powder accumulating on the ground. When she reached the front porch, she stopped.

“Up the steps and through the door.” He still didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen this coming. His foresight had never failed to alert him to any threat. An advanced sense of self-preservation, his foresight protected him and his brother, usually without fail. Yet a woman with a gun had spied on them through their own goddamn kitchen window.

Glancing over her shoulder at him, she narrowed her eyes but didn’t speak.

She faced forward and paused to stomp the snow off her boots. A thoughtful intruder. How nice.

As they entered, Xavier added his two cents from the couch. “Nice catch. And yeah, I told you so.”

“Shut up.” It took real patience to ignore the urge to belt his brother, and he didn’t understand why. Normally easygoing where his twin had a hair-trigger temper, lately he’d been off his game. He glanced at the woman, wondering what she thought.

She looked from Xavier to him and back. She blinked but remained quiet. He could imagine her surprise. Identical twins, he and Xavier looked enough alike to be the same person. Down to the fingerprints, not one physical difference had ever been documented between them. His parents couldn’t even tell them apart.

Both dark-haired and dark-eyed, they had several inches on the woman. While their younger brothers took after their father and had the size and strength of grizzlies, he and Xavier inched just over six feet. They had less brawn than speed but enough muscle to get the job done. While the rest of the Cannon family took great pleasure in knocking the enemy down, he and his twin outsmarted, outflanked, and outraced them every time.

“Doublemint gum,” the woman muttered and blinked. “This is so not good.”

“What?”

“Josh, put the gun down.” Xavier waved at him. “Introduce me.”

“I would if I knew her name.” He snorted and tucked the gun away. Then he urged the woman face-first against the wall. “Spread ’em, honey. I’m sure you know the drill.”

“Dick.”

Xavier chuckled.

Josh sighed. After unzipping her coat, he ran his hands over her from top to bottom, careful to remain professional when he really wanted to cup the full breasts straining beneath her now open jacket. Holy shit, this was one fine, pissed-off woman.

She shifted under his hands. “You done yet? Or did you want to bend me over to make sure I don’t have anything stashed up my ass?”

“I’m sure we can think of a better way to make sure you’re clean, honey.” An echo of lust spilled through him at Xavier’s words.

“Back off. We don’t know who she is,” he sent his brother telepathically.

Xavier answered back, “I know her. We know her.”

“Then why can’t I see it? Have you spoken with her?” Only with one special woman had Xavier ever been able to mindspeak in that same way he did with Josh

“No. But I’m sure it’s her. Bring her closer.” Josh rose from his crouch and put a hand on her arm to turn her around. She exploded in a flurry of punches and kicks that impressed the hell out of him. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he didn’t fight back as he could have. Then she shot past him, the couch, and his brother before they could so much as catch a breath. Several doors slammed in her wake.

“Damn, she’s fast.” Xavier rose from the floor, where the small woman had shoved him when she’d vaulted over the couch. “Good thing the windows are locked down, eh? I’ll take the back, just in case.”

“Whatever.” Annoyed because their intruder had interrupted some well-deserved rest, he hunted her down with brisk efficiency. He and Xavier worked in tandem. One took backup, the other point, and they moved together. In minutes he’d unlocked the master bedroom door and the bathroom, where she’d locked herself in.

He dodged the burst of flame that nearly singed his brows and sent Xavier a message. With quick reflexes, he knocked the lighter and air freshener from her hands—explaining the mini flamethrower—and tried to cage her while he avoided hurting her. Xavier returned and used her split second of surprise to tackle her into the garden tub.

Josh picked up the lighter. “She’s inventive.”

“And squirmy.” Xavier let out a huff when she kicked him in the gut. “Okay, that’s it.” He hauled her out of the tub and over his shoulder.

Josh watched with a keen sense of anticipation. He couldn’t say why, but her presence added to…everything. Yet none of this rang true. The consequence of her being here on the heels of what had happened just a short month ago didn’t fit. Had she been sent by Otis Werlin to kill them or to spy on them? Because no way in hell she’d arrived at the family’s cabin by accident. Not after what had gone down a month ago.

Once in the bedroom, Xavier and he mentally agreed to take off her clothes to prevent the woman from escaping. But the she-devil refused to accommodate him.

“Damn you. Get off me!” She knocked into Xavier with an elbow, and he finally lost his temper. That Xavier had lasted longer than five minutes without losing it surprised him. Those big beautiful eyes of hers had gotten to his twin too.

“Okay, princess. Time to pay the piper. Tell me what Werlin offered you, and I’ll consider letting you go with your clothes on.” “Help me out, bro.”

Josh joined him. He straddled her waist and held her, and together they managed to drag her boots, jacket, hat, and gloves off her. The pants were trickier, but they came off with little fuss as well. Of course, two grown men who between them weighed triple what she did shouldn’t have had any trouble.

And then she did the unthinkable. She managed a lucky kick between Xavier’s legs.

Josh felt the echo of pain his brother felt from his balls to his brain. Xavier keeled over. Josh throbbed and groaned. But he refused to let go of the hellcat in his arms. The more she struggled, the more difficult it became not to physically react.

Despite his brother’s pain, her friction turned Josh on, big-time.

“God, that’s weird.” Xavier groaned. “A hard-on that hurts.” He cupped himself, and after a few moments, he rose to his knees. He stared at her, lingering on her supple thighs. “You’re gonna pay for that one, sweetheart.” With ruthless precision, they stripped her down to her bra and panties and double-checked her for concealed weapons. Her full breasts were a surprise on such a petite frame, but they looked real. And that ass… Josh had some lusty fantasies about parting those cheeks and shoving home.

“Oh yeah. Let’s start the interrogation right now.” Xavier rubbed his erection through his jeans, and once again Josh’s arousal surged.

“Easy, bro. You’re both killing me.”

“You can both go straight to hell.” She tried to dislodge Josh from sitting astride her waist while Xavier moved behind her on the bed. He soon held her wrists prisoner with one large hand. “Who the hell are you? Why are you here in my cabin?”

“Your cabin?” they asked at the same time.

Josh answered, “Honey, this is our family place.” She stilled and looked at him. “Wait. You’re related to Julia Cannon?”

“Right. Like you don’t know who we are.”

She blinked at him, then at Xavier, her gaze searching. “Julia has two sets of twins?” Josh didn’t answer; neither did Xavier. “Okay… So you said something before about a guy named Werlin.”

Josh snorted, more than annoyed. Could an opponent just once tell the goddamn truth? “Tell your boss we don’t care what he says. He had it coming to him, and if he doesn’t like it, he can take it up with Boise’s finest.”

“Wait. Hold on.” She took a deep breath and let it out.

But the only thing she managed to do was divert Josh’s attention from her full lips to her tempting breasts. He could see the hard points of her nipples straining against the plain white cotton of her bra. And damn, but the sight of this petite woman in serviceable underwear was hotter than anything he’d ever seen in a magazine or on TV.

“Much as I wish she was ours, I doubt she is. The timing is suspect. She’s got to be Werlin’s secret weapon. Put her in a room, strip her naked, and the enemy will go out of his mind wanting to fuck her.” Trust Xavier to get to the heart of the matter.

“Crudely put but yeah. God, I’m hard.”

“Me too.”

“What?” She squirmed underneath him and froze. A hint of fear appeared on her face and just as quickly disappeared, but it was enough to prod Josh to find some answers. To his disquiet, he didn’t like seeing her afraid of him.

“Your name.”

“Chloe King. I work in Bend at the PowerUp! gym. I’ve rented this cabin from your mom before, back in the summer. A nice lady.” Unlike you went unsaid but understood. “There’s a huge misunderstanding here. I came up to stay for a week.”

“Through the storm?” Xavier released her wrists and joined Josh on the bed, sitting by her side and facing her.

She didn’t move from her position under Josh, but she did lower her arms.

Cautious, she nodded. “Yeah. I had some trouble at home and wanted to clear my head.”

Josh wanted badly to ask what kind of trouble but didn’t. Not yet. “So you just thought you’d push past the snow and trek into the mountains to a cabin you didn’t see fit to pay for?”

She flushed. “I’m low on funds, okay? This is so embarrassing.” Xavier didn’t look at him when he said, “She’s lying.”

“I know. But she’s a good liar. I want to believe her.”

“I want to fuck her.”

“Xavier.” Josh sighed, wishing he could argue the point, but he couldn’t. He wanted to bury himself inside her as well. Hell. It had been too long since he’d had a woman. To Chloe, he said, “I’m Josh Cannon. This is my brother Xavier. You already met our mother, Julia.”

Xavier gave her a hard look before grabbing his HF handset from the dresser.

“Hold on. I need to make a call.” He pressed a button to signal the other side and waited. “Hey, Sam. You’re on detail, huh? Get Mom for me. Yeah, we’re good.” A pause. They exchanged pleasantries, and then his voice changed. It softened as he spoke to their mother. He asked about Chloe.

After a few seconds, he grinned. “Yeah. Short. Long dark hair. Looks really good in a tight sweater.” He laughed. “Just kidding. No, no reason I’m asking. Just found a picture here of the woman with her name on the back. I was curious.” Another pause. “Okay. Yeah, love you too. We’re keeping an eye out, and we’ll let you know if we hear anything. See you soon.” He disconnected, and his smile faded.

“She’s Chloe King, or at least a woman fitting that description.” His eyes narrowed.

“So you came all the way out here with just the clothes on your back and a gun?”

“No. My pack is behind the house in the woods.” Xavier left without another word.

Josh didn’t take his gaze from her. “So you had problems and needed to hide out for a bit.”

She nodded. God, that mouth made him think of all the things she could be licking or sucking right now… He cleared his throat but didn’t move from his position holding her down. Most of his weight rested on his thighs but not all.

“Steady, bro.”

“Shut up, Xavier.” Josh forced himself to focus on what she said, not what she looked—and felt—like. “You expect us to believe you just happened to come up here, through a snowstorm, for the hell of it.”

She frowned, her eyes clouding with anger. “No. I told you, I had a few things I needed to deal with.”

“Like?”

His brother returned carrying a heavy pack. He dropped it by the doorway and rejoined them on the bed.

“Trouble, you said? Like what?” Josh repeated.

“Like a stalker, Mr. Nosy.” She looked as if she regretted her outburst as soon as she said it. A lot more like Xavier than him in temperament, apparently.

Xavier leaned closer to her.

“What is he doing? Hey. What are you—are you sniffing me?” she ended in a squeak.

Xavier drew back, his eyes narrowed. “Stalker, hmm?” To Josh, he sent, “I think it’s her. She’s wearing that same light perfume like the woman from the warehouse. But she’s not answering when I try to send to her.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t been the same since Werlin tagged us.” The bastard they’d dealt with in a small town outside of Boise, Idaho, on their last mission had caught them in the back blast of a bomb. The shock had knocked him and Xavier unconscious. The slight concussion had affected their gifts. Though both brothers continued to communicate telepathically with each other, Josh had started having trouble seeing the future. Xavier’s ability to reach out and talk to their girl, as they liked to think of her, had been hit or miss. And for the last two weeks, definitely miss.

“Do you think she’s the one?” The one person they’d been in intimate contact with for years. Xavier didn’t know it, but his eyes softened as he looked down at her.

“Hell. I don’t know. What I do know is we need to come to some understanding with her.”

“And nothing says we can’t do that while horizontal.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh hell. You guys are talking to each other. Great, more telepaths. Just what I don’t need.”

“What are you talking about?” A woman who talked about psychic ability as if it weren’t out of the ordinary not only made Josh instantly suspicious…it also intrigued him.

“You know what I’m talking about. Now let me go. I’m not working for your Werlin guy. Besides, I’m cold.”

Xavier grinned down at her tight nipples. “Yeah? Well, I know a good way to warm you up.” He leaned down and kissed her before she could protest.

Josh groaned as he stared at the back of his brother’s head. Their odd connection had always linked the two of them, making for some awkward moments during dating especially. Everything Xavier felt, Josh felt as well, and vice versa.

Magnified arousal rebounding between brothers made it hard for Josh to think beyond how good Chloe felt under his twin’s lips. Like when he’d touched her before, the connection was electric. And way more powerful than he could handle right now.

He wanted to rip off the rest of her clothes. Get next to her skin to skin, then plunge inside her.

She moaned and writhed, and he realized Xavier’s hands now cupped her breasts. “She feels so damn good.”

“God, Xavier, stop. I can’t…” He panted, his cock so hard he hurt. And then Chloe bucked up, grinding against his balls.

Lost in the woman and the carnal experience of his brother’s needs, he exploded. Like a fucking teenager during his first time. He felt the answering jolt in his brother, heard his disappointed groan, and then Xavier leaned up from Chloe.

Embarrassed and frustrated because he hadn’t planned on having a damn orgasm while interrogating the woman, Josh ignored the mess in his pants and left the bed. He dragged his brother with him. To Chloe, he ordered, “Don’t move.” They slammed out of the room, both panting and uncomfortable.

“That hasn’t happened in years. I hate that.” Xavier shoved him into the wall.

“Couldn’t hold it, could you, lightweight?”

“Fuck off.” Josh slugged his brother in the chest, right over the lingering scar still healing from a piece of lead that had embedded there after the bomb. “If you hadn’t been so busy shoving your tongue down her throat and feeling her up, I might have been able to control myself.”

“Shit. That hurt.” Xavier rubbed his chest.

Ignoring the wounded look in his eyes, Josh went on the offensive. “What the hell are you thinking? We don’t know who she really is. The Werlins are still after us with a vendetta you know won’t go away until either we’re dead or they are, and our mojo is on the fritz. So fucking that woman right now is not a great move, by any stretch of the imagination.” He glared at his brother, wishing he didn’t always have to be the voice of reason.

His twin ran an unsteady hand through his hair. “I know, I know. It’s my fault. But Josh, she was so damned sweet. I mean, those tits, that mouth… I couldn’t think when I looked into her eyes. She’s got to be our girl. I can’t hear her, but I feel her. You know?”

They blew out frustrated breaths at the same time. Then Josh froze. “We left her in there by herself with her bag. I sure as shit hope the gun I took from her was her only one.”

Together, they turned and pushed the door open only to find her lying on the bed asleep, looking like an angel. She’d pulled the covers up to her chin, and while they watched, she sighed into the pillow. Into Josh’s pillow.

Ignoring the flare of lust that grew to life once more, Josh took the opportunity to search through her things while Xavier called and asked their younger brother for any information on a Chloe King. If they’d had any connectivity out here, Josh would have called or looked online for the information himself. But the weather had knocked them out of the loop. Good for isolation, bad for backup.

After a search through her things, Josh pocketed another pistol, two knives, and her two-way radio. If the woman didn’t work for Werlin, she needed to come up with some answers for the arsenal in her bags.

“Sexy and lethal. Not a good combination.” Xavier shook his head. “Just our luck, eh?” He closed his eyes, breathed in and out a few times, and focused.

Josh could feel him reaching out. “Anything?”

Xavier swore. “Woman is locked up tighter than a drum. Either I’m still out of it, or she’s not ours. But this is confusing as hell. She’s the woman we rescued last week from the warehouse. We prevented that death.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s our girl. Some of my visions don’t seem to relate to her. At least not that I can tell.” He glanced down at her, at the full lashes creating shadows under her eyes. Chloe looked sweet and so vulnerable lying there.

“We have to be sure about her. But I won’t lie. I feel something more for her. It’s psychic but not. I don’t know.”

“I feel it too.” Xavier grimaced at the mess in his pants. “I don’t know why she’s not sensing me up here.” He tapped his forehead. “But I’d swear our girl and Chloe are the same person.”

Josh couldn’t have said why finally finding her made him so nervous. For the better part of their lives, he and Xavier had been connected to her. Their girl. The dependency had built throughout the years, until she felt like another, extended part of them. Fear that she might not be everything he’d once dreamed her to be crept over him, and he almost wished they had never found Chloe King in the snow, standing with a gun as she peered through their window.

Christ. He didn’t know what to feel. Excited? Scared? Angry?

Trying to concentrate on what he did know, he turned his thoughts back to their guest. “Chloe said she’s hiding from her stalker. He has to be the same guy with the big knife. I just wish we’d caught the bastard.” Another thought struck. “If Chloe is hiding from this guy, he could track her here. Wouldn’t that be fun? A crazy killer who likes knives, a mystery woman we both like who’s distracting as hell, and the Werlin clan coming to slit our throats. All in one happy little cabin.”

“With one bedroom and one bed, don’t forget that.” Xavier grinned. “You know, we should keep a sharp eye on her. Who knows what kind of trouble she might get into on her own?”

Josh considered the king-size bed in the sole bedroom. He and Xavier had planned to share it. “I guess there’s room for one more. But no sex, Xavier. I mean it,” he reiterated when Xavier continued to grin. Josh groaned. “Not yet, okay? Let’s at least verify she is who she says she is first.”

“That I can do.” His brother made a face. “Now I’m going to clean up while you keep an eye on sexy in there.” He turned away muttering, “I can’t believe I came in my pants.”

Josh couldn’t believe it either. He took another look at Chloe and amended that. Actually, he could. He sure the hell hoped she was on the up-and-up. She was a fighter, and he respected that. Sexy as hell and aggressive. Now if she had intelligence and moral boundaries he could live with, she’d be the perfect woman. A lot of ifs.

She rolled over, and the blanket slid off her shoulder.

His cock rose again, and he sighed. One way or the other, he and Xavier were going to have her. He just hoped she wasn’t working for Werlin.

He’d hate to fuck her, then have to kill her.

* * *

Nathan flinched as he sat across from Jack. “It’s bad, boss. Really bad. Chloe’s idea to use her shirt where he touched it to get a read worked.” He pointed at the collar of the sweatshirt she’d been wearing when she’d been in that warehouse. “I felt him.”

Jack pierced Nathan with a stare that still unnerved him, no matter how many times he’d seen it. “Work with the others on this. I’m putting you on as lead. I need a full-out profile on this stalker asshole before she comes back.” Under his breath, he added, “Before I let her come back.”

“No problem. I’ll work with Ian on victim profiling, and maybe James on IDing the guy.” He paused. “Still no precog on our perp?” Jack shook his head. “Avery can’t get a bead on him. I fucking know this guy is psychic. But what are the odds he’s out here in Bend with the rest of us? Is he PWP or not? I need a fucking name.” Jack growled. “Get me answers, Nathan.” Nathan left the room with one task on his mind. To find the son of a bitch before he could even think about hurting Chloe again. That in mind, he sought out Ian and got to work.

Chapter Three

Chloe blinked into sunlight. Bits of dust floated through the hazy rays and settled over the thick comforter cocooning her in warmth.

“Finally. I thought something might be wrong with you.” Her trip to the cabin came back to her in startling clarity, and she stared at one of the twins, Josh or Xavier, she couldn’t tell which, sitting in a chair in the corner. He stood and crossed over to her.

The man had short black hair, brown eyes, and a square jaw. He wore jeans and a dark sweater, the same as what both men had been wearing when she’d happened upon them.

“To be honest, I was surprised you fell asleep this morning. I was sure you’d have taken off.”

She’d planned to. But the cold had gotten to her, and she’d pulled the covers over her, just to offer some respite from the low temperature while she made her plans to escape. Then she’d gotten dizzy and must have passed out. She didn’t remember much more than clutching the covers and inhaling the strong, soothing scent of man and soap on the pillow.

She wanted to kick herself for being stupid enough to fall asleep, unarmed, near strangers.

But to her confusion, the terror she should have felt at being nearly naked and vulnerable to these men didn’t appear. She’d been in dangerous situations. She knew what crazy felt like. Hell, Psycho Stan had scared the hell out of her. But this guy? She couldn’t feel anything but her heart beating like crazy because she wanted him to touch her. God, I am so messed up. Who the hell thinks about sex in danger?

And hell, there are two of them to lust over. Two sexy, large, handsome men she’d have to manipulate in order to go free. Her nipples beaded, and she stifled another shiver.

On a sigh, she asked, “Which one are you?”

“Does it matter?” He quirked a smile.

Charmed despite her intent to remain wary, she smiled back. “Xavier?”

“Good guess.” He tucked his hands into his front pockets. “So are you working for Werlin or not?”

“Not. I have too much on my plate to start working for someone else. My boss is enough of a headache.” Oh hell. She hadn’t phoned in yet. “What time is it?”

“Three. Why? Got a hot date?”

“Smart-ass.” She rubbed her eyes. “I don’t suppose you can get me my radio?”

“No.” He didn’t seem the least bit sorry. “But you can use our transmitter.

Smart of you to bring that instead of a cell phone. Cell reception is iffy at best up here, and with the storm, it’s gone.”

She thought about sitting up, but the cold air across her shoulders made her shiver. So she lay there, under his stare, feeling way too vulnerable. “Can you leave so I can dress?”

“Nope.”

She frowned. He smiled back. The jerk.

He’d thrown a gauntlet she had no intention of refusing, despite wanting nothing more than to burrow under the covers until the snow thawed in another couple of months. Being nearly naked in front of a man this hot made her want to puke, but she’d be damned if she’d let him see he’d rattled her. She cleared her throat. “Fine. Not like you haven’t already seen me nearly naked.”

“I’d rather see you totally naked. But I’ll settle for nearly.” He didn’t move.

Frustrated and embarrassed, yet not nearly as annoyed as she should be, she refused to concede he had the upper hand. Chloe tossed the covers back and hurried to her feet. “Bathroom?” She hugged herself and tried to pretend she wasn’t standing in her panties and bra in front of a stranger.

He nodded to his left, his gaze absorbing her from head to toe.

She raced in and took care of business, not surprised to see her toothbrush and other personal items laid out on the counter. It seemed the Cannons intended she stay for a while. She shrugged. It wasn’t like she had anywhere better to go. As she took a quick shower to clean the grime off her from her hike, she mused on her new circumstances.

She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep after all the excitement earlier.

Not sure she could exactly trust them, she had to admit if they’d wanted, she’d be dead by now. Instead they’d let her sleep the day away, warm and snug in their bed.

A tingle of lust lit her from within, the thought of her and the Cannon twins, together, racing through her mind. How many times had she wondered how Rory felt, sandwiched between her buddies Keegan and James? A threesome—her secret fantasy—but not one she’d ever considered might play out. She was too aggressive, too short, too curvy, too everything for most men. Yet she hadn’t imagined their interest earlier. That kiss… Holy crap, Xavier knew how to use his mouth.

The brothers had an odd connection with that telepathy, but how deep and what that meant to her, she couldn’t tell. Not yet. She’d figured on using her time away from the others to center herself, yes, and perhaps prod her stalker out of hiding. Since her boss and friends still hadn’t made heads or tails of what had happened in that warehouse last week, they were all going on the assumption her stalker was alive and well. Yet what to make of the Cannons and their questions about Werlin?

She needed answers. Her stomach rumbled. Make that answers and something to eat.

After finishing in the bathroom, she wrapped a towel around herself and exited to an empty bedroom. A change of her clothing waited for her on the bed. She wanted to chalk up the pile as thoughtful on behalf of the Cannons, but she knew it to be a nosy examination of her things.

She dressed in a hurry and made due with jeans, wool socks, and a thick sweater. The chill in the air grew warmer when she entered the living room. A fire blazed in the hearth, and the aroma of something delicious filled the air.

“Evening, Chloe.” Xavier, or Josh, nodded at her. They both wore the same clothes. On purpose? To keep her off balance? One of them stood by the pot on the stove, the other hovered in the kitchen, just standing there.

She raised a brow at the one standing nearest her, asking without asking.

“I’m Josh.”

He seemed quieter, more sedate. But damn if she could tell the difference between him and his twin from just looking at them.

“Right. Josh. I need to contact my boss before he worries.”

“First you eat. Then you get the phone.”

She studied him. “Why do I get the feeling Xavier’s the troublemaker, but that you’re a lot harder to deal with?”

“You must be psychic,” Xavier said wryly from behind her.

“About that…” She looked from one brother to the other, trying to detect the subtle nuances setting them apart. They looked exactly alike, down to the parts in their hair, their height, and the expressions of humor, annoyance, and interest they wore. “You two are telepaths, right?”

“We’re twins who happen to share a unique closeness, yes,” Josh explained.

“So you’re telepaths,” she said again.

Xavier skirted answering. “Maybe. You’re awfully accepting of psychic labels for a civilian.” Xavier considered her. “But you aren’t just any civilian, are you, Chloe? You’re PWP.”

The Psychic Warfare Program was top secret. No way these guys should have known about it unless they’d been involved in the program at some point. “What’s that?”

“You want to pretend? Fine.” Josh shrugged. “The Psychic Warfare Program came into being more than five years ago. The government recruited a bunch of psychics, drugged them with something that mutated their genetics and strengthened their psychic abilities. Then they closed up shop a year ago. And here you are.”

“Here you are,” Xavier repeated, his gaze decidedly carnal. “Short, sexy, and looking good enough to eat.”

“Xavier.” Josh’s warning growl surprised Chloe.

“I just meant she looks hungry.” Xavier grinned and looked over his shoulder at the kitchen. “Josh made stew. Want some?”

“Sure. I’m in no rush to leave.”

The men looked at each other, and she could almost feel the communication between them. Josh glanced at her. “Tell me about this stalker of yours.” He stood and crossed to her while Xavier dished their food into bowls, which he placed on an oak kitchen table. Josh placed his hand against the small of her back to guide her toward the food, and the contact felt overly warm.

As if she connected with him on another level. His touch unnerved her, and she hurried to sit. “I’ll tell you about my problems if you’ll tell me how you know so much about this supposed PWP.”

Xavier snorted as he sat down. “Supposed, nothing. We know it’s true.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Can’t tell you. It’s classified.” Xavier looked smug and took a bite of stew.

“Damn, this is good.”

She ate some and had to agree. The hot meal warmed her stomach and eased her hunger. “This is. Thanks.”

Josh nodded. “Mom’s recipe. She insisted we learn how to cook before she kicked us out of the house.”

“Nice.”

“She was, actually. To this day, Xavier and I can fend for ourselves. We can cook, clean up, and defend ourselves from intruders bearing arms.” The look Josh gave her promised a need to know more.

“Hey, I was as surprised as you. Although you couldn’t have been that shocked.

You did meet me outside with a gun.”

“You tripped one of our sensors,” Xavier explained. “After last month, we upgraded the defenses around the place. So if you have any thoughts about checking out early, we’ll find you. And we’ll be a lot less pleasant the next go-round.”

Annoyed at the warning, Chloe forced a smile. “Gee, you’ve been awful nice so far. You stripped my clothes off, pinned me to the bed, and kissed me until you got your rocks off.” As if that hadn’t been the sexiest thing ever. But damn if she’d admit it.

A slight flush lit Josh’s cheeks. “Xavier went a little crazy.”

“Me? I’m not the one who…” Xavier turned back to her. “Look, Chloe, the fact is, we don’t have to answer jack shit. We helped you last week with that nutjob in the warehouse. And we’re now sharing our cabin, our bed, and our food with you.

How about a little common courtesy and answering some questions?” She blinked. “That was you two in the warehouse?” Josh looked annoyed, but Xavier kept his attention on Chloe. “What happened?” Josh answered. “We got word about something off at the warehouse. We scouted it and found you and a guy with a big knife playing hide-and-seek.

Unfortunately, he managed to get away from me in the dark.” His eyes narrowed.

“He a friend of yours?”

“Did you get a good look at him?” She leaned forward, eager for a lead.

Josh and Xavier shook their heads. Josh apologized. “It was too dark. What little we saw when the lights flickered was an average face. He hid a lot beneath his clothing. But that knife I’d recognize.”

“I guess that’s something.” Chloe sat back, disappointed. “I got a call about a missing watch. Belongs to a friend of mine. So I went to check things out.”

“At night, in an abandoned warehouse? Must be some friend.” Xavier just looked at her.

She frowned. “A great friend. The point is, I was there for information about the watch. Instead of info, I was attacked. The creep bruised a few of my ribs and was planning to do worse. You two arrived just in time.” She still didn’t understand how they’d gotten there. “So why did you? How did you know to go to the warehouse?”

They shared a moment of silent conversation. What interested Chloe was that she could feel them speaking, like a low-pressured hum that vibrated through her brain.

“We had a tip that someone might be in trouble,” was all Josh would say. “So tell me. You worked for the PWP, then it closed down. And you’re out here?”

“Working for a gym?” Xavier added. He studied her. “You’re obviously in shape. And you’re sexy as hell, but a gym? Please. We know it’s a front for whatever Keiser is running. Who’s his client, anyway?”

She didn’t like how much they knew. Jack wouldn’t either. “This sure is good stew.” She concentrated on eating.

“You don’t want to answer, hmm? I can respect that.” Josh nodded at Xavier.

“How about if I tell you about Werlin? Think that might help you decide to share with us, your new best friends?”

“Maybe.” She turned back to her stew and nodded her thanks when Xavier dished her more.

“My family and I work together, a kind of fix-it agency. We’re independent contractors, and we take on cases most people can’t bring to the authorities. We provide quiet resolutions to conflict.”

“He’s pretty when he talks fancy, ain’t he?” Xavier mocked.

She couldn’t help laughing.

“Shut it, moron,” Josh said to his brother. He gave her a quelling look, which stifled her amusement. “Anyway, we had a job in Idaho a few weeks ago. A family of bullies with shotguns terrorizing a town. Small-time thugs getting bigger. So Xavier and I stepped in. We shut them down and landed a few of them in jail after taking down the local sheriff—a Werlin cousin.”

Xavier continued. “The old man didn’t much like us. And he’s not a man to have as an enemy. The bastard was ex-military. A demolitions expert. Caught us unaware, somehow. And we were out of it for a little while.” Both of them looked at her, and the silence made her anxious. “What?”

“You sure you don’t know Otis Werlin? His brothers Arlo and Ken? Any of those names ring a bell?”

“I told you. I work here.”

“Right.” Josh didn’t seem to believe her. “We know where you work, where you live, what you supposedly do for a living. But that’s on the surface.”

“Where I live?” She hadn’t brought a driver’s license with her. She’d left it in the car. Just how much “checking up” had these guys done?

“Honey, while you were asleep, we ran your prints.” Xavier grinned. “But I’m betting you weigh a pound or two more than what’s on your license.”

“Hey.” So she’d fudged the numbers. What woman didn’t?

“Xavier.” Josh sighed.

“What? Look at her shape. And no way she’s five foot five.”

“I’m close.”

“If you’re more than five three, I’ll eat my hat.”

“Your point?” She fumed.

Josh interrupted before Xavier could open his fat mouth again. “His point is that we have resources. We know things, and we’re not your enemy. The question remains, are you ours?”

Chloe glared at them both, wishing they hadn’t put her on the spot. “So you two just want me to trust you because, what? You’re handsome? Because you’re both bigger than me? Because without your okay, I’m out on my ass?” They answered “Yes” in stereo.

“Oh hell.” She blew out an exasperated breath. “I’m not working for Werlin. If you know all that other stuff about me, then you know I’m telling the truth.” They didn’t speak. “It’s not like it’s a huge secret. Well, I don’t advertise it or anything, but if people ask, I’m honest.” But no one had thought to ask her about her abilities in years. Until the PWP. Until now. “I hear voices. Not crazy-town voices, like mental-case voices. Real voices. I’m a clairaudient.” The men leaned closer, their gazes intense.

“Ever since I can remember, I’ve heard them. Most of them want me to do things. Tie up loose ends for the dead. Fix things for the living. Share useless information. But some of them direct me to right wrongs.”

“Which is why you became a cop right out of college.” She frowned. “Yeah. Should I be flattered you know so much?” Josh’s expression softened. “We had to be sure, Chloe. If Otis Werlin has his way, we’ll be dead. For all we knew, you were working for him.”

“Knew? So you don’t think I’m working for him anymore? What did I say to convince you?”

Xavier took their bowls and spoons to the sink and returned with an answer.

“We already pretty much knew you weren’t working for Werlin. We just wanted to know more about you.”

“Asshole.”

He laughed. “That would be me.” He reached for her hand and squeezed it tight.

“We’ve missed you.” She heard the voice loud in her mind. But it still took her a moment to read the satisfaction on his face and connect the dots. “Oh my God.

You?”

Josh frowned. “You’re sending now? She can hear you?”

“Yeah.” Xavier’s grin widened. “I told you she was our girl.”

“Wait a minute. Hold on.” Chloe had a hard time understanding. “You knew it was me all along?”

“No. What we told you about Werlin was true. He wasn’t happy we stopped his stranglehold on the town. He’s old-school. Country. A real frontier-justice kind of guy.” Josh sighed. “I should have seen it coming, but for some reason, I didn’t.

Xavier and I were caught by one of Otis’s special concoctions. Bomb knocked us on our asses.”

Xavier continued. “And a concussion rattled me a bit. It’s screwed with my abilities to contact you.” He let go of her hand. “If I’m not touching you, I’m still having a harder time sending than I should.”

Josh nodded. “My visions are spotty since the bomb. Unless I really struggle to see something. But it’s getting better. At first, I couldn’t see anything. Now I can see little bits but nothing about our future.” He paused, his gaze intent. “I used to see things about you all the time. Like the vision of you in the warehouse. Except since the bomb, I didn’t realize the woman in danger was actually you. I had no idea the stalker was yours either.”

“If he had, I would have done everything I could to let you know. I should have tried harder,” Xavier said and closed his hand around hers again.

She couldn’t look away from him and Josh. For so many years, she’d heard the voices. But it wasn’t until she’d hit puberty that one particular voice had sounded louder than the others. Though at first just a cold, lifeless voice, it had nevertheless directed her from danger and along the path to success. She’d gotten so accustomed to it being with her—a voice that took a personal interest in her, wanting nothing but to see her do well, or so it seemed. Losing it had really hurt. So to find it now, here, in all places, with these two larger-than-life men, was hard to fathom.

Xavier stroked her palm, and butterflies raced through her.

She pulled her hand back, both disappointed and relieved when he let her go.

“I—I don’t know what to say.”

Xavier seemed ecstatic, and he had yet to take his eyes from her. Josh didn’t look as happy. He seemed almost haunted.

“Josh?”

He pushed back from the table. “I need some space. I’m going out. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

Xavier and she sat in silence. His coat, gloves, and hat in place, a gun tucked into his pocket, Josh left the cabin.

“This doesn’t seem real.”

Xavier blew out a breath. “You’re telling me. Chloe, you have no idea how hard it’s been not talking to you. Especially after what happened in Brownville.” She blinked. “You know about that?”

“Yeah. I wanted to tell you more, but Josh told me if I had, I’d have killed you.

He sees the events that unfold, and he normally tells me what I can and can’t tell you. Knowing there was a psychopath who had every intention of slicing your throat and ra—uh, doing other things to you, was killing me. But I couldn’t tell you. If I had, he’d have killed you and your friends, Noah and Lara, right?” She nodded, stunned. “So Josh sees my future, and you tell me all about it?”

“Yes.”

“But why? Why me? I’ve never met you before.” Another thought occurred to her, and she blanched. “We’re not related somehow, are we?”

“Hell no,” he denied with a vehemence that startled her. “My family is straight up the only family I have. I can trace relatives back for generations. And you’re nowhere close to family.”

Annoyed now, she leaned into his space. “Why? Don’t want that pretty white-boy blood getting muddied up with mine?”

His smile surprised her. “Honey, I’d be more than happy to be a part of you.

Hell, it’s all I can do not to get up close and personal with you right now. But I’m not into making out with my cousin. You get me?”

“Oh.” She blushed, understanding a lot more. “So you don’t mind that I’m a little darker.”

His lethal grin raised the temperature in the room. “I like the way you look against me. That tanned belly looked real good against mine. And I can’t wait for you to wrap those fine legs around my waist.” He licked his lips. “I’ve had a hard-on for you since I saw your pretty face. For a long time, you were just a person I had to speak to. I could feel you were female but not much more than that. But as the years passed, you felt more intimate. A part of me. A part of us.” He closed the distance between them and loomed over her.

“Xavier?”

“Just let me kiss you, honey. Now that you know, let me show you how I feel.” She couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted to. Her body was on fire, her lips tingling with the need to feel him. He held her close, his overpowering frame no longer threatening but protective.

And then he kissed her. Unlike before, this kiss promised care, tenderness, and a sense of belonging. His lips moved over hers with a hesitance as he learned what she liked. Then his tongue slid over her lower lip and pressed into her mouth.

She gasped and groaned as he swept through, taking possession as he pulled her further under his spell. Before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled away on a groan.

“Shit. Chloe. Oh man, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He placed her hand over his erection, and she squeezed, amazed at how large he felt. “See what you do to me? And it’s not just me,” he said. “It’s us.”

The cryptic words made an odd kind of sense, but before she could ask him to explain, the door banged open. Xavier closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers, his body trembling.

“Dammit, we talked about this,” Josh swore as he slammed and locked the door behind him. He ripped off his boots and outdoor gear before striding into the bedroom.

“I have to talk to him.” Xavier took a few more deep breaths and let them out slowly. “You are so pretty, Chloe. You have no idea what I want to do to you.” She knew what she wanted to do to him. But how would Josh react? Would he feel left out? Abandoned?

Would he want to join in?

Her entire body cried yes at the thought. Then Xavier pulled away.

He kissed her lips once more. “The HF transmitter is over by the fire. If you call through on the frequency listed, it’ll patch you through to one of my brothers.

They can send your message to whoever you need to talk to. I’ll be out in a minute, okay? We have a lot more to say. All of us.”

She nodded and watched him walk away. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and she wished she could have joined him. But maybe the bedroom wasn’t the right place. A big-ass bed. Two handsome men. And Chloe.

Fanning herself, she found the transmitter and asked someone named Sam to pass a message to Jack. Time to get her head on straight and back on track. But after she signed off, she couldn’t help wondering what Josh thought about all this.

And if he still wanted her, or if he wanted her gone.

Chapter Four

Xavier found his brother standing stock-still in the bedroom, staring out the window. Nervous and trying not to show it. That was Joshua. Always trying to be the stronger one. The rock. The levelheaded twin who followed the rules and was rare to anger.

Xavier snorted. He knew better.

Josh might be harder to rile, but when the man grew angry, he seethed with a cold rage. He could burn for hours, days, weeks. Xavier got angry quick, and then he let it go. Not so with Mr. I’m-in-Charge.

“Spit it out, bro. You know you want to.”

Josh whirled around and scowled. “Again, Xavier? We talked about this. No sex with Chloe! But just a few minutes after I walked outside, I was hot and hard and aching. What the fuck? You can’t be that hard up for sex.”

“You’re kidding, right? It’s her. Our girl. The one we’ve been waiting for.”

“You mean the one you’ve been waiting for. So we share a connection with her.

So what?” Josh turned away, but Xavier saw it.

That kernel of fear Josh couldn’t quite hide, not from his twin. “Josh, she’s not Karen.”

“I know that.”

“I don’t think you do.” Poor Josh. The one time in his life he’d tried to be independent, and he’d gotten badly burned.

Xavier knew he and his twin were bound. As if they shared the same soul but had two bodies, they liked and hated the same things. Xavier accepted it. But Josh struggled. He’d tried to go his own way. Had sought out a female for himself. And she’d been a worthless bitch who cared more about what others thought and about herself than about the caring man who’d given her everything. Even the truth about himself.

“Why the need to bring up Karen? She’s gone. It’s been years.”

“Two long-ass years. And you still won’t share with me.” Josh stiffened and wouldn’t turn around. “We’re not normal.” Xavier chuckled. “No shit. What’s your next excuse?”

“There’s no you or me. It’s always us.”

“And that’s a problem?” he asked with a softness to his voice. God, he hated to see his twin suffering. But hell, Josh had to know they would always be together.

There was no rhyme or reason to it; it just was.

“Not for me or you. But we’re never going to find someone to accept it.” Josh sounded so heartbroken in his assurance that they’d always be alone. But God forbid Xavier show him any pity. The strong-willed bastard would turn on him like a wounded wolf. Sometimes it was both heaven and hell to know Josh so well.

“Yeah, well, nothing says you can’t try a few women out while looking, right?

Come on, Josh. This is our girl. We know her. At least, we know a lot more about her than you ever knew about Karen when you started dating.”

“I’m not dating Chloe.” Josh turned a hard stare in his direction. “We have too much shit going on to deal with a stupid romance. Shit, Xavier. Since when did you become such a pussy?”

“This from Mr. Sensitive?” Xavier refused to take his brother’s bait. “How is it I’m labeled the horndog and you’re the rational one? Calling me a pussy just because I happen to like Chloe? Come on, Josh. She’s sexy, she needs us, and she’s got a killer right hook. That’s an awesome combination. Besides, we have chemistry. I swear I tingle when I touch her.”

He shifted to ease his growing erection, not surprised when Josh did the same.

They both wanted her, but his boneheaded brother refused to see the truth.

“Look. You don’t want to get involved. I respect that.” Though Xavier didn’t agree with it. “But why can’t I get some lovin’?” Josh looked at him for a good while before sighing. “Fuck it. Fine. You want her? Have at her. But leave me alone.”

“No problem. Just more of Chloe for me.” He grinned at his brother’s clenched fists and rejoined Chloe in the living room. She sat by the fire, staring into the flames. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but he did. Without having to ask, he sensed she’d be okay with them both. She felt it, that connection, like she had when he’d kissed her the first time. When Josh had been on top of her, right there with him taking Chloe. “You okay?” he asked her.

She blinked up at him, her light eyes gleaming with hidden secrets in the firelight. “Great. I didn’t have to talk to my boss. Instead, your brother relayed a message for me.”

“You going to get in trouble for not talking to him earlier?”

“Nah. Jack will sputter and threaten, but he’s just a big worrier. A teddy bear of a guy. But don’t tell him I said that.”

Xavier sat beside her on the shaggy rug in front of the fire. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

She turned to look at the fire once more, and he noticed the thick length of her lashes. So pretty, so feminine. Yet she’d kicked and punched him with an experienced hand.

“Tell me how a girl like you joined the police force, then the PWP.” She frowned. “What do you mean, a girl like me?”

“You’re small, beautiful, and sexy.” He couldn’t help looking down her body.

Those breasts were killing him. So full, so perky. He wanted to suck her nipples into his mouth and hear her moan his name.

She swallowed loudly, and he swore he could see her nipples beading against the sweater. “I’m not that small. I’m not,” she said again before he could voice his opinion. “I’m tough. I grew up in Miami in a bad part of the city. My father was a gangbanger who’s currently serving life in prison. And my brother died in a shootout over drug territory. I’ve lived a lot of life you’ll never understand.”

“Ouch.” He clasped her hand in his. To his pleasure, she didn’t tug it away.

“Yeah. Life was hard growing up. Especially because my mom is mixed, black and white. My dad’s Latino, and my brother looked white. I mean, Wonder Bread white. We were like a rainbow family living in a neighborhood where being different could get you killed in the blink of an eye.”

“And you heard voices.”

She sighed. “Talk about different.” She looked at him, her eyes searching. “But the voices guided me. They helped me refocus.”

“Yeah? How old were you when you first started hearing them?”

“Around six or so. But you guys… I didn’t start hearing you until I hit my teens.”

“Thank Josh. He’d see odd flashes of the future and would tell me. I remember that first time. It was weird. I just knew I had to pass on the info to you. Josh and I talk together all the time. But you’re the only other person I can communicate with like that. Without talking out loud.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And in all the time I’ve been talking to you through the years, there was little emotion involved. Like you were this girl but a disembodied person. I didn’t connect with more than your voice, and when I’d hear you ask me stuff, you were muffled, flat, kind of lifeless.”

“Josh’s visions? Did he ever see me?”

“No.” Josh answered for himself as he joined them. He sat down behind them on the couch and stared into the fire. “I only ever saw what Xavier described. A kind of faceless person. My visions would show me the people and places around you but not always with clarity. I mean, I know Jack Keiser, the PWP, and a few of your friends. But I don’t know how many of them are working here in Bend.”

“Do you see other futures? Not just about me?”

“Only those that help me and Xavier.”

Xavier nodded. “Like a heightened self-awareness. Josh usually sees futures that have to do with ours. Except since the accident—”

“Not an accident. Werlin bombed us on purpose.”

“Since the bombing, we’ve both been off our game. But we know it’s only a matter of time before Werlin tries to take us out.” She blinked. “As in, kill you?”

“Yep.” Xavier liked that her hand squeezed his. “So you aren’t in the safest place you could be right now.”

“Yeah, well, neither are you. That guy I met in the warehouse was there to kill me.”

“I know,” he and Josh said at the same time.

Chloe nodded. “He’s going to come after me again. I can feel it.” Josh frowned. “But I can’t see it. I don’t doubt you’re right. When I knocked into him, I could feel the crazy bleeding off him. But he was too fast for me. Plus, I was more concerned about you than him that night. I’m sorry to say he ran away from me.”

“Maybe. But you distracted him.” She bit her lip, and Xavier wanted to take the flesh and soothe it with his tongue. “Thanks.” Josh looked at her. “You’re welcome.” The heat in his gaze was impossible to ignore, but then he blinked and banked it.

The dumb-ass needed Chloe. Xavier could feel it. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time Josh had gotten laid. But it wasn’t simply for the sex. Josh needed the intimacy. He needed to feel a part of more than just Xavier. Sometimes it felt as if Xavier had the responsibility of tying his twin to the rest of society. And it got tiring to constantly reel him in.

Chloe could ground them. Both of them.

“What?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking at me that way?”

Xavier cleared his throat. “I, ah, lost my train of thought. Damn, Chloe. You’re pretty.”

She blushed.

He wanted to kiss the blush away. “Sorry. So, how about a game of cards?”

“Cards?”

“Yeah. Do you know how to play cribbage?”

Josh groaned. “Come on. Not that again.”

To Chloe, Xavier said, “He’s just tired of losing. And since we have no television and he’s not into books…”

“No television?” She frowned. “There was one up here the last time I visited.”

“Yeah, back in June. When the weather turned cold, we took it out. Didn’t want it to freeze up without anyone here.”

Josh uttered a long-drawn-out sigh. “I love the outdoors, but I could really go for some sci-fi.”

“Me too.”

Better and better. Chloe liked science fiction?

As she and Josh started a debate about the merits of alien movies versus shows about monstrous alligators, Xavier started devising ways to throw the two of them together. It wouldn’t be hard. There was only so much room in the cabin, but he didn’t want to rush Chloe or scare Josh off. He had to play this one carefully.

“I’ll get the cards.” As he set up the game, the two of them continued to argue.

So far so good.

* * *

Josh didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Two days was too much, in his opinion. Knowing Chloe was theirs, the one who’d completed their odd psychic circle for the past fifteen-plus years, still shocked the hell out of him. He’d never in his life thought they’d find her. Not that he and Xavier had actively looked.

They had enough on their plate with the job.

Cannon—the name of their family and the family business—catered to those in need. Since their father had inherited a sizable trust from his parents years before Josh had been born, and their mother was hell on wheels when it came to investing, they’d never wanted for money. But the Cannons had a driving need to help the community. Raised from the get-go to serve others, Josh and his siblings used their special gifts to make the world a better place.

How the hell his father got them into so many scrapes still boggled the mind, but at this point, Josh accepted his father’s need to right wrongs. To hear his dad tell it, Mike Cannon heard his own special voice. And with it, he’d made a lot of underground contacts throughout the world that helped his team do the job.

They’d done work for the government, for foreign governments, and for the old man in town threatened with a foreclosure on his property when land barons jeopardized his livelihood. No matter how big or small, they took the jobs that felt right. And God help them, but their little brother Kyle had inherited their dad’s gift as well.

But of all the jobs they’d done, the Werlins had been particularly upsetting.

Otis Werlin and his hick kinfolk had done their best to level a town. Lawlessness had haunted the poor people of Lenton, Idaho, until Josh, Xavier, and Dana, their older sister, had put a stop to it. Fortunately, Dana had disappeared on her next mission before Werlin had set off the bomb that had rocked his and Xavier’s world.

The bastard.

Now the man had a score to settle. With several sons and cousins dead, a dozen others in federal custody and on the run from the police, Werlin had nothing left to lose as he came after Xavier and Josh. Which made Chloe’s presence a real hindrance.

He didn’t like thinking about her in harm’s way.

He stared at the ceiling as the fire crackled, the nighttime more a bother than a welcome relief from Chloe. He’d been hard for two days straight, and Xavier’s lust wasn’t helping. Then the idiot kept sleeping next to her, all innocent like, as if Josh couldn’t feel how much Xavier wanted to fuck her.

God, he wanted to fuck her. Not nice and slow, but fast and hard. To come inside her while Xavier took her ass. To own that mouth while his brother spent in her pussy.

He groaned and tried to think about anything else. The Werlins, his family, hell, Chloe’s file. The woman had more male friends than his brother had bad ideas.

All but one of the agents from the PWP with whom she worked were male. And the few times she’d talked about her boss, it had been with respect and a measure of liking that annoyed him.

Locking his hands behind his head on the couch, Josh closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. The perimeter alarms were quiet. The sound of the fire and the low howl of a wolf outside should have soothed him. But instead he felt restless.

Hungry. Out of sorts.

He still didn’t know how Xavier had talked Chloe into sharing a bed with him.

For Christ’s sake, the man was a predator. Nothing about Xavier looked nice. Hell, they were twins. Sharp, edgy, and aggressive. Sure, Xavier could do charming every now and then, but they weren’t model handsome or anything. Women had on occasion called them sexy, but then, they hadn’t realized that these Cannon brothers were freaks. Men who needed one woman between them to really get off.

Brothers who had to fuck a woman together to make a relationship work.

He could still hear Karen screaming at him as she’d left that last night.

Hurling insults and nasty cracks. The words incest and gay and freak echoed as if she’d just said them. The freak part he couldn’t deny. But he’d never in his life had an urge to touch his brother sexually. And though he had no problem with men liking men, he had no desire for the male gender at all.

No, he wanted a woman. But try as he might, he couldn’t envision a life with such a woman without Xavier by his side. And what woman would want that?

Threesomes weren’t accepted in society. And most women interested in a kinky three-way weren’t in it for the long haul. As if the sex wouldn’t be weird enough, the psychic crap iced the cake.

Depressed and wishing he could turn his thoughts off, he wasn’t aware of another presence until something brushed his leg.

He jackknifed, knocked the intruder to the floor, and rolled on top of him—her.

“Sorry, sorry,” Chloe whispered as she gasped beneath him.

“Chloe?” He blinked down at her. She wore flannel pajamas and looked so damn cute in them. The fire painted half her face in shadow; the other half shone with an exuberance he’d done his best to ignore. But it wasn’t working.

Just feeling her curvy little body beneath him brought his erection back with a vengeance.

She froze and blinked up at him. “Josh?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“I was thirsty.” She took a deep breath, and her breasts brushed his chest.

He had on overwhelming urge to see what her nipples would look like under the firelight.

“So unbutton that shirt and find out.” Damn Xavier.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

He barely contained a groan. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes, you are. You find more ways to be outside and spend time in other rooms with books you supposedly don’t like than with me. What do you do all day, Josh?” Besides think about you? He glanced at the fire, but the feel of her hands on his cheeks snapped his gaze back to her face.

“I’m sorry if I’m taking your bed or distracting you from whatever planning you’re supposed to be doing.”

He grimaced at the word bed. “You and Xavier doing all right in there?” Was it him, or had her breath hitched? “Fine.”

“Enough room?”

“It’s plenty big enough.” Her gaze slipped to his mouth. “You okay out here?

I’m more than happy to take the couch.”

“No. I’m good.” He caught his breath when she shifted. Her hip grazed his cock, and he couldn’t help groaning.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You’re kidding, right?”

“Josh—”

He stared into her diamond-bright eyes and lost it. “What’s wrong is that I’m hard as hell. I want you. I want to come, not in my pants or in my hand, but in your hot cunt. That’s what’s wrong.”

Hell, not the smoothest way to a woman’s heart. Hearing himself, he wanted to kick his own ass.

Chloe shocked the hell out of him when she pulled his face to hers. “Well?

What are you waiting for? Get to it.”

Chloe had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. That tingle she got whenever she touched one of the Cannons returned with a vengeance under Josh. Hell, sleeping—just sleeping—with Xavier was bad enough. The man never looked bad. That sexy grin, those bedroom eyes, that deep voice that stroked her entire body until she wanted to quiver like a puppy whenever he spoke…

She’d been lusting after the pair since she’d stepped foot in the cabin. And though she’d just met them, she’d known them for more than half her life. Playing board games with Xavier for the past few days showed his sense of humor, his intelligence, and his versatility. She genuinely liked him, but she was surprised to find Josh the brooding, more sullen of the twins.

So much for easygoing. As his mouth ground over hers, she added intense to the description. She arched into him when he palmed her breast. And then he slipped his hand over her buttons and deftly unfastened them. He pushed the sides apart and broke the kiss.

“Oh, fuck. So sweet.”

She couldn’t breathe as he sucked one nipple, then the other into his hot mouth. He rolled her flesh, nipping and pulling, making her so wet she couldn’t stand it. “Josh.”

“Chloe.”

Her hunger grew tenfold when he moaned her name. She clenched her hands in his hair, holding him fast, and gave herself up to the temptation of his touch.

For days she’d hungered for him…and Xavier. Feeling like the biggest slut in the world, she’d tried to ignore her weird libido. Chloe rarely had sex. She didn’t like to put herself out there, not comfortable trusting others and sick of rejection.

She wasn’t normal and never would be. Not a girly-girl or a woman comfortable with the softer side of femininity.

But Josh and Xavier didn’t seem to mind her. They didn’t seem to care she’d kicked their asses and wielded a gun. That she wasn’t white, black, or Hispanic, but a mix of all three and who knew how many more ethnicities. Nor did they treat her like a piece of ass on hand to fulfill a need.

Xavier had told her flat out he wanted her, but he never pressured her. And Josh had done his best to stay away. So why the hell had she dragged him down to kiss her?

His mouth moved from her breast to the valley between them, kissing his way back up her body to her neck.

He nipped and sucked, trailing to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered.

And God, she wanted him to. All thoughts and worries faded as he kissed her again. She was aware of little but the large man stealing her will, her breath, as his mouth consumed her.

His hands seemed everywhere, yet didn’t come close to her pussy.

Before she knew it, he had her on her feet and in front of the fire as he pushed her flannel shirt from her shoulders. It pooled on the ground. And then she noticed over his shoulder that they weren’t alone.

Xavier stood behind them, naked and aroused as he held himself, stroking his cock while he watched.

She should have been embarrassed, startled. But she felt a sense of rightness when he circled his brother and came to stand behind her. He pulled down her pants and underwear as Josh kissed her.

They caged her between them. She seemed so much smaller, dominated by muscular men who were aroused and ready to take her.

“So good,” she murmured as Josh’s mouth moved down her body once more.

Xavier reached around her to cup her breasts and slid his cock against the small of her back. Josh continued his downward path. On his knees, he nudged her legs wider and kissed the thin strip of hair covering her mound.

“I want to eat you. All of you,” he growled and sucked her clit hard.

She cried out, and her knees shook, but Xavier held her upright. He continued to fondle her breasts and kissed her neck, her ear, whispering how much he wanted to fuck.

“You protected, honey?” he asked while Josh thrust a finger inside her, in time with his licks against her clit.

“Oh God.”

“Chloe?” Xavier pinched her nipple, and she cried out, so close to coming.

“Wh-what?”

“We don’t have any condoms. So do we need to get creative?”

“No. Protected,” she barely managed before she found her back flat on the rug, Josh over and in her in the span of seconds.

He fucked her like he owned her, taking and pushing her to new heights. So full, so huge inside her as he slid deeper and faster.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it.” He grazed her clit with each push, and before she knew it, she came hard, stars bursting behind her eyelids while he shuddered and groaned her name.

She blinked up at him to see his jaw clenched, his face contorted in pleasured pain as he came inside her. And then he withdrew, and Xavier was there. Just as thick, as firm, as hungry.

“Oh fuck. She’s so tight.” Xavier pumped, ramming deep once before he stilled and groaned. Like watching a replay of before, he looked like a veritable conqueror as he rode out his climax.

Chloe had a hard time thinking as he leaned over and kissed her. The contact felt so good, like a meeting of more than bodies, but hearts and minds as well. All that happy crap she tried not to feel when it came to men and sex. Yet here she was, feeling so damn pleased with herself and them.

Not him. Them.

She glanced at Josh and found him lying next to them, his expression shuttered, his gaze on them both.

Xavier remained inside her, and he didn’t appear to be getting any smaller.

“Again?” Josh asked him.

“Again,” Xavier answered and started moving.

“Oh my God.” Chloe had been reduced to mindless epithets as she lay under Xavier. He felt so good inside her. Inside her. “Oh my God” suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

“I’m clean, Chloe. Josh too. We’ve always used protection.” Hearing him inside her while his body possessed hers only made the intimacy that much deeper. “Xavier, how…?”

“We’re connected, Chloe. All three of us.” Xavier looked at his brother. “Right Josh?”

To her astonishment, she heard an echo of Josh’s agreement through Xavier.

“Josh?”

Xavier answered, “I’m the telepath. I bridge us all. Together, Chloe. We’re good, aren’t we, honey?”

He thrust harder, and she moaned, caught in his spell.

She sensed more thoughts passing back and forth between him and his brother, and then Xavier pulled out of her.

“On your hands and knees.” His voice was thick, his hunger urgent.

Both men had long, thick cocks covered with her. Mine, she thought, not sure why the idea pleased her so much. She should have been more freaked out about a threesome. At the very least, confused about where she fit between two men. But for some reason, the worry didn’t come. She finally felt like she truly belonged, like she fit with Josh and Xavier.

And then she didn’t have any more time to think. On the plush rug on her hands and knees, she suddenly faced Josh, his hand around his cock as he guided it to her mouth. She opened her lips and took him just as Xavier thrust inside her once more.

“Oh yeah. Fuck, Chloe. That’s so good, baby.” Josh groaned her name as she sucked him, loving the taste of herself over his cock.

Xavier thrust faster and spoke to her in her mind. “Everything he feels, I feel. Everything I feel, he feels. You’re magic, Chloe. So special. And the reason neither of us can last with you. I’m so hard. I need to come in you. My fucking cum deep inside you. Yes,” he hissed.

And then she felt his fingers over her clit. He rubbed her nub, sliding against her with a keen attention to her sensitive flesh.

The sensation of fullness increased as Josh surged between her lips. He gagged her once, then stilled, accustoming her to his size. She took more and more of him without choking, her arousal making everything pale next to coming again.

“Christ. Here I come. Oh, Chloe. Yes, honey. Oh, yeah.” Xavier clenched her ass and stopped, jetting inside her at the same time Josh released into her mouth.

“Take it, Chloe. All of it,” he groaned and spurred her into climax.

She shook as she gripped Xavier and Josh inside her, her pussy and her mouth like clamps that held fast to the men she felt a part of. Josh eased himself out of her, stopping to wipe the tip of his cock against her lips, dragging the last bit of seed from his shaft. She licked it from her lips.

Xavier pulled out and flopped next to her on the rug. He pulled her on top of him while Josh disappeared.

“Holy Christ, Chloe. You wore me out.”

“You made a mess inside me,” she said, feeling drunk. So dazed, sated, and relieved, she stared into Xavier’s deep brown eyes and grinned.

“I know I keep saying it, but you’re so damn pretty. And God, what you can do with that mouth.”

She started when she felt a cool cloth between her legs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Josh rumbled. He cleaned her gently, then tossed the rag aside and lay next to his brother. “Give her to me for a minute.” Xavier handed her over, placing her on Josh’s chest. “Be right back.” He left them by the fire, the night pressing upon them.

“Josh, that was… I don’t know how to describe it.” Chloe didn’t have the words.

“I know.” But he didn’t sound so sure.

Before she could question him, he stroked her hair and her back. “Josh?”

“Sleep, honey. We’re here. It’s okay. Just sleep.” He turned her on her side and hugged her tight.

She closed her eyes, content for the first time in forever, snuggled between a warm body and the fire. Then she felt Xavier slide next to her, and she smiled.

Nothing could touch her sandwiched between Josh and Xavier. Her men, her lovers.

Her voices made flesh.

Chapter Five

Chloe stretched but didn’t touch anything except cool, crisp sheets. Wondering where the heck she was, she glanced around and saw sunlight streaming through the window. Obviously morning, and she lay in the large bed in the bedroom. One of them must have carried her in. The thought made her warm all over.

Then she remembered what they’d shared, and she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or exhilarated. She felt a little of both as she cleaned up in the shower and dressed in warm jeans, a fresh T-shirt, and her sweater from yesterday. She’d actually had sex with two men at once. Call her naive, but wow, she’d never in her life imagined it might be like that. Tremors of arousal whispered through her, and she could only be thankful neither Cannon had empathic abilities. Just a forecaster and a telepath.

Oh God.

That somehow made it all worse, because she realized the full impact of what she’d done. She’d had sex with her voice. The part of her she’d always considered special, what set her apart in a good way for once. But it was nothing more than an odd connection between herself and two very human, if not exactly normal, men. In a sense, it was a letdown, because her ability to stay one step ahead of danger, to bring down the bad guys, came not from her innate psychic senses but from Josh, apparently. He was the one having the visions. She was merely his conduit to voice them. A mouthpiece for his talent.

But the sex…

Her stupid body wouldn’t let her forget how they’d felt against her, how right the joining of all three of them had been. But the seedy part of her brain made it more like a gangbang. Something dirty and whorish. She’d let two virtual strangers come inside her. Not just stupid, but insane. Sure, she took birth control, but who knew if they practiced safe sex. Just because they said they did didn’t mean shit.

Men lied all the time to get in a woman’s pants. And they hadn’t even had to try very hard. She’d come on to Josh, after all.

Mortified, she stood there wondering what to do. Where to go. Because where could she go? A glance out the window showed the snow several inches thick on the ground while more came down from the sky. Beautiful, desolate, and cold.

“Chloe? You awake yet?”

With those words, Xavier broke the spell of her pity party and forced her to come to some decisions. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she’d learn as much as she could about Josh and Xavier. Maybe there would be some way to salvage her part at work. If Josh continued to see things she needed, and Xavier passed them to her, she could still help Jack and the guys solve cases and track down their client’s missing artifacts. She could still matter and be useful to the living instead of taking care of the dead’s petty needs.

“You okay, honey?”

The concern relieved her, because Xavier sounded like he cared. He probably wouldn’t turn out to be a complete asshole if he cared. Then again, he might want a few more rounds with her between the sheets before the snow let up. Why spoil the mood and ruin his chance at fun?

She sighed and joined Xavier in the living room. That nonstop fire blazed.

“Where do you guys get all the wood?” She saw a new stack by the side of the fireplace.

“There’s a covered box outside we stack all year long.” Xavier crossed the room to greet her. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt, and he’d never looked sexier. His hair was tousled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it. But the look in his eyes as he moved toward her took her aback.

He didn’t look smug. He didn’t leer. He seemed possessive but in a good way.

As if he liked what he saw in her and wanted more.

“Morning, sexy.”

She wished she could control the heat staining her cheeks. Chloe was used to appreciation from men, but the minute they realized she didn’t put out, they turned nasty. She wondered how Xavier would act when she told him no.

His smiling eyes turned sober. “You okay?”

She nodded and forced a smile. “Fine. Thanks.” She glanced around her again.

“Where’s Josh?”

“He went out for morning exercise. Yeah, in this snow. Not me. I need the break.” He reached for her hand and held it as he looked down into her eyes. “About last night…”

Here it came. The other shoe about to drop. He’d be snide about it. No, not Xavier. He’d be über charming and wheedle his way for more.

“Thank you.”

Two simple words and a wealth of meaning behind them. Had he professed undying love or hinted about another go-round, she would have responded with something obnoxious. But his thanks stole the antagonism right out from under her.

“Um, thanks. You too.”

His smile, when it came, had such genuine pleasure she couldn’t help smiling back. And somehow her upset about last night disappeared. She enjoyed her breakfast with Xavier, who regaled her with amusing stories about growing up as a telepathic twin.

“So of course they split us up in school. We caused so much trouble together…

I remember one time when Josh was in gym class. And he got hit in the head playing dodgeball. Stunned him big time. And there I am in the middle of English class reading Charlotte’s Web in front of everybody when I dropped like a sack of potatoes. Bam.”

She blinked. “So you weren’t kidding. You guys really feel everything the other feels.”

“Oh yeah. But how do you explain that to normal people?” A good question. “I got sent to the principal’s office for fooling around while Josh was fussed over. Not a great tradeoff.”

She grinned.

“And then puberty hit. We noticed girls. Dating was a nightmare.” He shook his head and laughed. “What happened with you on the bed a few days ago is nothing. I’d be out with friends and have to hustle to the bathroom to hide a hard-on while my brother got busy without me. Do you know how hard it is to try explaining away a wet spot on the front of your pants when you’re on your own date? Man, I spilled more crap in my lap in those first awkward years… Josh too.

Until we found a rhythm that worked for us, we were known as the clumsy Cannons.”

She laughed. “That’s so sad.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling your compassion,” he grumbled while trying to hide his smile. “You sound like you’re really empathizing with me.”

“You had problems, but at least you had each other.”

“True. We both went through the same things. Oddly enough, we get along pretty well. Don’t get me wrong. We are different people, but we’re so much a part of each other’s lives.” The searing look he gave her unnerved her. “We’ll always be together, Chloe. He and I. I know it, even if he doesn’t yet.” Would make for an awkward life, trying to explain to a wife why the brother was always in the bedroom.

“My family is great. You met my mom.”

She nodded. “You’re lucky.”

“I know it. There’s so much weirdness in my family, it makes it easy to fit in.

We’re all gifted in one way or another. It’s a genetic thing, I think. Because we can trace our psychic skills through generations on my dad’s side. Every single woman married into the family had some form of mind magic. It’s like we unconsciously seek it out.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“What about you, Chloe? I’ve talked your ear off. What’s your family like?”

“Not like yours, that’s for sure.” She didn’t like talking about her private life much, but he’d shared so much with her. The personal exchange made her feel better about having slept with him. Call her crazy, but when a man expressed interest in anything other than her body, she took it as a good sign. “I told you about my dad. He was involved with gang life and gone more than he was home. My mom was great. But she took a lot of flak for moving in with my dad. Yeah, never married. Had my brother and me and did the best she could to raise us right. She worked two jobs to put food on the table and never cut corners, never cheated at anything.” She swallowed hard, still amazed at how much it hurt to talk about her.

“My mom died years ago, right after I joined the Miami PD.” Xavier poured her a cup of coffee and nodded with sympathy. “That had to be hard for you, but I bet she was so proud.”

She blinked away stupid tears and smiled. “Yeah. Dad was in jail, my older brother had died a few years before trying to take after the old man. I think he did it more for Dad’s approval than anything else. Me? I wanted Mom to be happy. And it gave me satisfaction to put the bad guys away.” She stared at him, bemused.

“Especially when I had so much help making my busts. I know Josh saw the visions, but you reached out to me. Why, Xavier? Why me?” He opened his mouth to answer when the door opened. Josh tromped inside and quickly shut the door behind him. A waft of cold snaked past her, and she shivered. He was covered in snow, his cheeks flushed with cold, his eyes bright, hard, and wary.

“’Bout time you got back.” Xavier nodded to the counter. “Coffee’s hot.”

Josh nodded. He barely looked at Chloe before he closed himself in the bedroom and shut the door.

Xavier sighed. “Don’t mind him. You think you have issues; he’s full of them.” Somehow that didn’t make her feel any better. She decided to just get it over with. “I’m not sleeping with you guys again.”

Xavier froze, the coffee cup in his hand resting at his mouth. He set it back down.

She forged ahead. “Look, let’s be real. I barely know you guys. Hearing you for years is one thing and strange all by itself. But having sex with both of you? A threesome? With me in it?” She scoffed. The minute they got back to civilization, she doubted the relationship would continue. The Cannons were odd but hot. As pretty as she was, they’d move on to greener pastures. Hell, everyone did eventually.

“Why can’t you be a part of us?” he asked quietly.

“We don’t fit.” She looked at him, really looked at him. “Xavier, the psychic stuff is weird enough. I don’t know why I can hear you, why I’ve heard you for years.

But aside from that, Josh doesn’t want me here. I’m an intrusion. And I’m not into casual sex.” She blushed; she couldn’t help it. As if anything they’d done the night before had been remotely casual.

“Chloe, we don’t want a one-night stand from you.” A part of her was glad to hear that. But the admission also scared her. “You have a family that loves and supports you. My dad’s in jail for killing someone during a robbery. And where you can go back generations, I barely know more than that my parents weren’t married, my mother and father and grandparents are all colors under the rainbow, and I grew up in the ghetto.” She hadn’t expected his grin. It annoyed her. “Why is that funny?” she snapped.

“You’re scared. Of us.”

She scowled. “How is being scared funny? And I’m not scared. I’m just a realist.”

He moved faster than she’d anticipated. Before she knew it, he’d muscled her onto his lap and into his arms. He kissed her, and her resistance melted as if it had never been. In seconds, an inferno of lust built between them. His erection prodded her, his hands somehow came between them to caress her breasts, and she had a stranglehold around his shoulders, plastering him to her.

He kissed his way down her cheek to her chin, then trailed to her ear where he whispered, “Don’t be scared, honey. I’m yours. Deep down, you know it.” Then he added without speaking, “You make everything right, Chloe King. Now I need you to help Josh. Because my brother’s lost without you. And for the record, I could a give a rat’s ass if your dad is white, black, Hispanic, in jail, or president of the United States. You’re ours. You know it. I know it. Josh knows it.” He pulled back from her and smiled—and it wasn’t a nice grin but a mean one.

Her pussy flooded at the sight. “So what are you going to do about it? You going to roll over and hide from the truth? Or are you going to fight for what’s yours, the way you have since I first spoke to you on your thirteenth birthday all those years ago?” Josh gritted his teeth and called his brother all kinds of names as he stood under the spray of hot water turning lukewarm. He let a few drops of cold reach him before he turned off the shower and cursed a blue streak while he dried off.

What the fuck did Xavier think he was doing? They’d talked about Chloe long after she’d dropped off to sleep last night. Josh knew they’d made a mistake having sex with her so soon.

He cared about her, a lot.

He didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t want to face her scorn the way he had Karen’s. They’d rushed Chloe. Fucking her together after just meeting her had ruined their chances for permanence, and he knew it. But damn if Xavier would listen. And now his idiot twin was out there kissing her again, pushing her once more.

Fuck it all to hell.

Josh took his time dressing. He combed his hair and chose jeans and a sweater that he’d been told more than once complemented his “sturdy frame and dark good looks.” Not for any particular reason. He refused to acknowledge his need to appeal to the firebrand in the kitchen. Instead he tried to ignore the emotional dam building inside him as he sought out the coffeepot.

He found his brother and Chloe sitting next to each other, not touching, in the kitchen. “Xavier?”

To his surprise, his brother didn’t respond. But he could tell Xavier and Chloe communicated, because her concentration remained on his brother and her nose scrunched up, the way it had when they’d talked telepathically before. She looked adorable, and he wanted to kick himself for noticing. Especially when he couldn’t stop remembering how good she’d felt under his hands. How her body had clasped him, accepted him. How she’d swallowed his cum, every fucking drop…

“Morning, brother.” Xavier finally glanced his way and winked.

Asshole. “Yeah.” He poured himself a cup of steaming coffee and drank.

“Hi, Josh.”

Chloe’s husky voice affected him in spite of his efforts to remain unmoved.

“Hey.”

The more he saw her, the more he wanted to see her. Karen was tall and blonde. Model-thin and beautiful. His type, or so he’d thought until he’d seen Chloe.

Short, stacked, with tan skin a shade or two darker than his own. She looked so exotic, so fucking sexy. Those plump lips, the slim, stubborn nose, and those eyes that glittered with erotic promise. Their light blue-gray color entranced him.

His erection returned full force.

“What are we going to do today?” Xavier asked and chuckled at the responses he got.

“Not what you’re thinking, I’m sure.” Josh glanced at Chloe, dying to know what she’d said to him. Even though he’d told Xavier last night to keep him out of their connection with Chloe, Josh didn’t like feeling out of the loop.

“Right. Games it is.”

To his surprise, Josh spent the morning and late afternoon playing card games and board games with his brother and Chloe. The woman hated to lose, and he’d had fun trying to best her at Monopoly, Rummy, and an ugly game of Sorry.

Xavier grinned at him. “I think you two are more alike than we are.” The satisfaction on his face bothered Josh, but before he could say anything, Chloe spoke.

“Well, anyone who plays a game but doesn’t play to win is a moron. Why the hell else sit around for hours on end with dice if you’re not going for victory? Or money?” she added with a cute grin that struck him straight through the heart.

What was it about this woman that got to him in a way Karen never had? Was it the fact she seemed to like both him and Xavier, or that she treated him and his brother like different people? Karen had never seen Xavier as anything but an annoying extension of Josh. Most people they met treated them like the same person. As if because they’d been born identical, they were the same in every other way. Or was it memories of how Chloe had pleased both of them sexually? Because he’d never come so hard or so well before her.

“Bad thoughts to have if you don’t want a repeat of last night,” Xavier reminded him.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Trust me, I understand.” Josh frowned and out loud said, “You two seemed pretty cozy this morning.”

“It’s called talking. You should try it sometime.” Chloe’s smart-ass comment had Xavier laughing.

“I think I liked you better when you were scared of me.” She snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Please. I was never scared of you.” He wondered about the nasty look she shot Xavier as well.

“Oh?” Josh leaned back, now enjoying himself. “When I had my gun at the back of your head, you sure weren’t jumping for joy.”

“Really? Because as I remember it, I kicked your ass and your brother’s and almost escaped a few minutes later.”

He had to smile. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. But who won in the end, sweetheart?”

She blinked innocently. “I’d say I did.” She glanced at the game board, where all of her red pieces sat in the end zone.

“I still say you cheated,” he grumbled, wanting the last word.

“You wish. It’s not my fault you can’t stop staring at my breasts when you should be concentrating on the cards. Talk about a lack of discipline.” Xavier choked on a laugh.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a nap. I’m still adjusting to being awake during the day.” Chloe stood and stretched. But when she noticed him and Xavier staring at her, she quickly lowered her arms and muttered to herself as she left the room.

“Awake during the day? What, is she a vampire?” he asked his twin.

“No, dumb-ass. She works nights at PowerUp! Remember Mom talking about signing up at that new gym in town? When we get back, I think we should look into it.”

“Maybe.” If they lived long enough to try. It still bothered Josh no one had heard or seen Werlin in the past week. He’d kept track of Otis and his two brothers, the only ones not currently incarcerated or dead, and the ones to worry about when it came to a vendetta.

“So…”

“So.” Josh waited for Xavier to say what was on his mind. He found it interesting his brother had resorted to verbal communication, when for so long they’d passed mental messages back and forth. To make it easier for Chloe to join their thoughts, maybe?

Xavier swore. “Hell, Josh. Quit being so damn difficult. Have you looked lately?”

“No.”

“Well, do it. I want to see if Chloe’s in danger.”

“And I don’t?”

Xavier shook his head. “You’re in that self-denial thing you’re so good at. You want her, but you’re afraid. So you pretend you can ignore her, when we both know you can’t stop thinking about her. It’s a classic Josh move.”

“Yeah, and you don’t think before you do. A classic Xavier move,” he snapped back. “I’m not afraid of shit.”

Xavier laughed at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Bro, you sound exactly like Chloe. It’s almost eerie how alike you two are.” And why that pleased him, Josh couldn’t say. “I’m not—”

“Yeah, you are. So alike, it’s scary. Now quit stalling and take a look.” Josh gritted his teeth. But the thought of Chloe in danger worried him. He cleared his thoughts and relaxed, pleased when the cloudy residue of time settled over his concerns. The return of his gift was a welcome relief, like regaining his vision or hearing. Finally right with himself, he allowed the future to unfold.

And that was when he saw Xavier hidden under a bed. A knife sticking out from Chloe’s shoulder. Watched as an average-looking man with crazed brown eyes stabbed him in the neck, then went after Xavier. A glance around them showed an unfamiliar bedroom. What might have been gray or green walls around a large bed.

Scattered clothing. Chloe’s clothing. A few pictures on the dresser, but the room was otherwise draped in chaos.

And then he saw himself slouched against her bedroom door, keeping something out while Chloe shouted something. The vision went dark as the sound of bullets impacted, but he had the impression of Chloe smiling down at him. He blinked into the present once again.

“Tell me.” Xavier looked worried.

As well he should be. Josh shared the vision, and they both quieted, lost in thoughts of how to save the woman who meant more to them than she should.

“We tell her.” Xavier rose from his seat at the table.

“What? No. We need to protect her.”

“Oh? I was under the assumption you wanted her out of here and out of our lives as soon as possible.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Dammit.” Josh cut Xavier off before he could reach the bedroom door. “Don’t.

You’ll influence her future. She’ll leave us too early.”

“Move. She needs to know.” When Josh refused to budge, Xavier shook his head. “This is stupid. I could just tell her without speaking, Josh.”

“But you won’t. Because it still freaks her out, knowing you’re the voice she’s been hearing.”

“Well, yeah. But I’m surprised you knew that.” Xavier gave him an appraising look. “You’re paying more attention to her than I’d thought.” A wide smile spread over his face. “Good to know.”

Seconds passed. “Oh, fuck it. Fine. We’ll tell her.” Josh followed Xavier into the bedroom and stopped at the sight of Chloe wearing one of his flannel shirts and nothing else. She knelt in the middle of the bed, as if waiting for them. His shirt covered her from her shoulders to her knees, but she hadn’t buttoned it. And the hint of her flesh as she shifted turned him on big time.

“Well?”

Josh took a step forward before he could stop himself. And then Chloe took charge.

Chapter Six

Xavier hadn’t been sure she’d go along, but he couldn’t have been happier.

Chloe had doubts. He understood that. But knowing Josh needed her had triggered her compliance. A generous woman, his Chloe. Their Chloe.

Xavier watched his brother try to resist Chloe and fail. Good move on her part, to wear something of Josh’s. His brother was all about ownership, a possessive bastard who needed to better learn how to share.

Satisfied she’d give them a shot at the future they all needed, he waited for Josh to relent.

“Don’t you want me?” She eased the shirt open and cupped a breast. Her taut nipples were a pretty pale brown, her size full enough to fit in his hand yet not spill over. And he had large hands.

Josh swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Xavier wanted to shove him forward. To ask why he hesitated when everything they’d ever wanted knelt on the bed, his for the asking.

But he knew. Karen’s rejection had killed something inside his brother. Xavier had never admitted it, but she’d damaged him as well. Like Josh, he secretly hoped for a sense of normalcy. He knew they’d never be the average family on the block, but the chance at a wife and children meant something. Karen had been the first woman Josh had actively pursued with permanence in mind. Not including Xavier had been his first mistake. Picking the wrong woman his second.

Josh knew better now, but he was gun-shy. The sex last night had been incredible, but would Josh have the courage to step forward and experience it again? Because Xavier had felt the deeper sense of connection among them. More than the physical, their joining had touched something stronger. A sense of self mirrored between all of them.

“Scared?” Chloe taunted and sucked a finger into her mouth.

Josh growled and knocked her to the bed. His mouth on hers, his hands ripped the shirt from her as he kissed his way down her body.

In seconds he’d found her clit, and he drew her into his mouth, licking and sucking while he moaned his surrender.

“God, she’s hot.”

“Yeah.” Pleased Josh spoke to him, included him despite his obvious fixation on Chloe, Xavier leaned down to kiss her. The temptation of her breasts called, and he cupped the smooth mounds, loving her feminine differences. When she arched into him, he deepened the kiss and tugged at her nipples.

Her loud moan increased his urgency to take her.

“Together this time.” The image Josh sent him turned Xavier’s lust into a raging inferno.

Xavier released Chloe to strip naked. Then he took over for Josh. They switched places, with Josh now savoring her breasts.

Christ, Chloe was sweet. Her wet pussy needed to be filled. As he licked her clit, Xavier shoved first one finger, then two inside her heat. Like coming home, but it didn’t ease his desire. His cock throbbed, and he licked her harder.

“That’s it. Take me inside,” Josh murmured as he straddled her neck on the bed. “I love watching you suck me off.”

Xavier closed his eyes and focused on her scent, her taste. He didn’t need to see her pleasuring Josh to know how it felt. Josh’s hunger fed his own, and his brother’s earlier fantasy consumed him.

He sent Josh a picture of them taking Chloe, and Josh nodded. Xavier could feel him thrusting faster, his enthusiasm edging into orgasmic.

Josh pulled away from her lips and moved to her side. He panted in time with Chloe’s heavy breaths. “Chloe, we want to fuck you together.”

“God, I thought you were.”

Xavier released her clit and gave it another small kiss. Then he slid his fingers out of her and moved them lower, skimming but not touching her hole. “He means together, coming inside you down here.” Xavier curved his fingers around her ass.

“You ever had a man in here, honey?”

She bit her lip. “Once, a long time ago. I didn’t like it.”

“You’ll like it with us. With both of us loving you at the same time,” Josh promised.

Loving. Exactly. “Easy now, Chloe. We’ll make it good for you.” Xavier teased her, sliding his wet fingers around her rim. He skimmed her and inserted the tip of his finger inside her, stopping at the first sign of resistance. “Josh, find something we can use as lube.”

Josh disappeared.

“That feels good.” She sounded surprised.

“That’s nothing. Wait until we’re inside you. Taking you with us.”

“Taking me where?”

“To heaven, baby. Because when you come with us both, you’re gonna see stars.” He paused a moment and grinned. “It’s a bad, bad line, isn’t it?” She laughed. “Only you, Xavier.”

The mental connection bridged that last bit of distance between them. Xavier removed his fingers and eased over her. He had to kiss her again, to feel her mouth under his. He couldn’t get enough of the closeness. Her curves fit his hard muscles.

The softness inherent in her power, not a weakness, but a giving energy that completed the void only she could fill, drew him like a magnet. He could no more stay away from her than he could stop breathing. Like Josh, she made him whole.

He just had to convince her and his stubborn brother of the truth.

“You’re ours, Chloe. All ours.”

She shifted and caught his cock between her legs. Then, in a tricky move, she maneuvered so the tip of him rested inside her.

“Fuck.” He tried to stop moving, to wait for Josh, but she wouldn’t let him.

“Come on, Xavier. Fuck me. Make me so wet. Get me all ready for Josh.”

“Hurry up. She’s seducing the hell out of me,” he mentally yelled to Josh.

His brother snorted with laughter. “So pathetically weak. But I’m feeling your pain.” Josh returned moments later. “We’re in luck. I found a tube at the bottom of my bag. My just-in-case stash.”

Xavier sensed his brother’s large grin.

“Thank God.” He rolled over and let Chloe ride him. “That’s it, baby. Keep moving. Let Josh work you good while you come all over me.” To Josh he sent, “I’ll try to hold out, but you can feel what she’s doing to me.” Josh groaned. “Oh yeah. Go ahead and come inside her. This is going to take a while. I want her nice and stretched for me.”

“You two are really turning me on.” Chloe moaned as she rode Xavier like a stallion. He reached up and held her tits while she ground over him.

She vibrated with passion. And need. “Fill me, Xavier. All inside me.” Then she gasped when Josh placed his cold, wet finger at her hole and pushed. “Oh. Josh.” He teased. He prodded, he thrust a little more, bit by bit, until she all but writhed on top of Xavier.

“Fuck. I can’t hold on.”

Josh nodded, his breath overloud in the room. “I know. I’m gonna come hard in about three seconds.”

Xavier used all his discipline to stop moving as Chloe came hard around him.

It about killed him, but he held on to his climax while she clamped tight. Josh used the moment to slide another finger inside her. He stretched her slowly, getting her used to him while she continued to come.

“You feel so good,” he and Josh said together, in total unison. An odd happenstance, and one that occurred when they grew in tune with one another to such a degree they felt like one person.

“Yeah. More, Josh. More of you in me,” she said on a breath and whimpered when he removed his fingers. Then Josh pulled her off Xavier, who hissed when his dick slapped against his belly.

“Easy.” He stared at Chloe, so beautiful in the rosy afterglow of her orgasm as she settled on her hands and knees over him. He played with her breasts and waited for Josh to finish lubing himself. “He’s nice and slick for you, honey. And he’s ready.”

“Yes. I want you inside me, Josh.” She waited, unmoving.

And when Josh knelt behind her, his knees touching the outside of Xavier’s legs, Xavier felt so close to the pair, his eyes welled. “Yeah, take her, bro. That ass is all yours.”

“Push out. That’s it. A little stretching. Holy fuck, that’s tight.” Josh gritted his teeth as Chloe slowly backed onto him.

She paused and tried to move away. “You’re too big.” Then Xavier had an idea. “On the floor, bro. Take her a little at a time. But let me sit in the chair first. Let our girl make me happy while she takes you. This first time.” He sent Josh an image, and his brother tensed, hard and aching. Like Xavier.

“Okay, Chloe. Follow me.” Josh withdrew and pulled her to her feet while they waited for Xavier to seat himself in the big chair in the corner. Xavier spread his thighs and gripped himself, so hard and full. He needed to release, but he wouldn’t until Chloe could take him. First in her mouth, then in that hot pussy once more.

She was such a dream come true. She eyed him like a candied treat, and when she knelt in front of him and licked him from the root of his cock to the head, he nearly lost it. He literally trembled, caught in the palm of her hand.

Cupping and stroking him, she drew his sac up tight, his cum building, needing an outlet.

And then Josh was there, easing his way into her once more. The sensation of his brother’s cockhead breaching her hole had Xavier pushing into her mouth.

“Come on, Josh. I can’t last much longer.”

“Neither can I,” Josh said, his agony mixing with pleasure.

Chloe clutched Xavier’s thighs and sucked harder.

Unable to bear any more, Xavier cried out and came, jetting into her mouth as the ecstasy overwhelmed him.

He urged Josh forward, and his brother came inside Chloe’s ass, easing his way deeper into her passage through the slick glide of his own release. Josh pumped and pushed, until he rested the whole of himself within her, his dick still weeping with relief as he spent inside her.

Chloe swallowed every drop of Xavier’s cum before pulling away to plant kisses along his shaft and thighs. But she didn’t move her hips, caught in Josh’s firm grip.

“Oh yeah. Oh fuck, yeah.” Josh sighed and shifted, startling another moan out of their girl. “You still good, sexy?”

“I feel so full.” She tilted her head back, exposing the graceful span of her throat. Like a swan caught between two rivals, she poised herself, awaiting their next move.

The energy racing through the three of them was enough to keep Xavier semihard. Josh had yet to pull out of her, and he knew what his brother wanted.

This time they needed to both come inside her at the same time.

“I need a minute.” Hell, they all did.

But then Chloe did something unexpected. She opened the mental doorway holding herself apart from him, and Xavier stepped inside. Fully.

Chloe didn’t know how she knew what to do, but she felt so much a part of these men. She’d heard them for more than half her life. Had taken their knowledge and used it to better herself. They’d saved her countless times. Helped others less fortunate, and they’d been nothing but giving during her brief stay here. Her voices.

Her men. Her lovers.

She wanted to experience it all, for as long as she could. And she wanted it now. They’d recharged her batteries, and she was ready and roaring to go. But they needed a small boost.

“Xavier. I want you inside me. Give me that cum, right in my pussy, where it belongs. And then Josh can fill me up again, both of you taking me.”

“Loving you,” echoed in her mind, both of them talking in stereo.

“Yes.” She let them disengage and clean her up. Rough hands stroking with a gentle touch. They tenderly caressed her, cupping her breasts, her pussy, massaging her ass. Josh laid her belly-down on the bed and played with her, opening her all over again with a slick finger. He pushed it in and out, and all the while, Xavier told her how pretty she was, how smart and clever. How incredibly lucky they were to have her. One seduced with touch, the other with words, and she was lost to them both.

Xavier lay down on the bed next to her while Josh repositioned her. Like a rag doll, she let them place her just so. Xavier’s hard-on had returned, and he had no problem letting her straddle his waist and impale herself over him again.

“So good. You’re perfect.” He held her breasts, gazing at them with rapt attention. He pinched her nipples and pulled them. Distracting her from what Josh was doing with the thick tip of his cock.

“A little push, and I’ll be inside you again, sweet. Lean closer to Xavier.” She was going to have them both. The intimacy astounded her. All of them would be touching…everywhere. The startled thought the brothers might be intimately pressed together as well took her from the moment.

“It’s okay. It’s not weird to us. Hell, half the time we’re the same person anyway,” Xavier teased. “But we’re too focused on you to notice the rest of it. All for you, Chloe.”

“All for you,” Josh sounded through Xavier’s link.

She waited, forcing herself to relax as much as she was able, while Josh wedged his thick cock inside her and slid inside. Still a tight fit, but when he was in, he thrust fast and seated himself fully. He braced himself on his arms and began pumping, his rhythm in time with the subtle shifts of Xavier’s hips.

Dear Lord. They were incredible. “I feel you both. So good. Oh God. Yes, more.” She moaned and pleaded with them to be rougher, but they refused to hurry.

The playful, careful loving drove her out of her mind. And by the tense look on Xavier’s face, he felt the same.

“Damn, Josh. I’m close to coming. This is incredible.”

“I feel you everywhere,” Josh said to her, his voice full of wonder. “It’s like I’m fucking your ass and your cunt at the same time.” She could only imagine, and then she no longer cared as Xavier bumped her clit once more. Chloe cried out her orgasm as the pair of them quickened their pace.

She knew the instant they succumbed to the pleasure, could feel the power blasting through them into her, until she returned it. Lights flickered beneath her closed lids as her lovers came inside her, filling her until she was overflowing with bliss.

It took them some time to come down, and when they did, she could barely move. Xavier or Josh tended to her while the other grabbed a towel to clean up the mess. When they’d finally made themselves at home under the covers, Chloe lay between them, Josh and Xavier on their sides propped up on their elbows, watching her.

She could only be thankful neither man could read emotions. She wanted to cry at the beauty of their joining. Sexy, hot, and so loving, they’d given her a treasure she’d never forget. Her twin lovers could only have come straight out of her deepest fantasy. And for just a second, she imagined they loved her as much as she could see herself loving them.

Josh blinked several times, and a wash of psychic energy spilled into the air.

His grin widened until it threatened to split his face. “Well, now.” The room remained quiet. Then Xavier chuckled. “I told you so.”

“I don’t suppose you plan to share?” She sounded as tired as she felt. “Never mind. I’ll bug you about it after my nap.” Before she could help herself, she fell asleep with a smile on her face, tucked between the men she’d fallen hard for, despite herself.

Josh didn’t know what to think. The future with Chloe seemed impossibly bright…if he and Xavier didn’t screw up this time at the cabin. They could have Chloe and a pair of dark-haired, light-eyed twins running rampant at home. Or they could die badly up here, away from family, in the snow, at the hands of vermin like the Werlins. And if that didn’t kill them, any fuckups at home would see one of them dead while a bastard plunged a knife into Chloe in her bedroom, again and again.

“She’s what I want,” Xavier said without a doubt. “She’s right for us. Us, Josh. Not you, not me. Us.”

He heard what Xavier didn’t need to say. Karen would have come between them, even if she’d stuck around long enough to hear his marriage proposal. Chloe understood them. She had abilities tied to theirs, for Christ’s sake. How much more perfect could she be?

“Yeah, yeah. Us. I hear you.” The smug satisfaction coming from his brother annoyed Josh. “But I found her first.”

“Bullshit. I found her first. It was my voice she heard.”

“But my vision saved her before you warned her.”

Xavier tried but couldn’t come up with anything to best him. Juvenile though Josh knew the discussion to be, he didn’t care. He needed an edge over Xavier, because he had a feeling Xavier and Chloe had already bonded in some way. His brother could talk to her whenever he wanted. A damn bridge, he called himself.

But Josh had to wait to be linked up, and it grated.

The long sigh from his brother drew his attention. “I can read you like a book.

A bad book with a terrible ending. Get off it, bro. She’s not yours or mine. Chloe’s ours, and she’s strong-willed enough to take off and not come back if we screw this up. Man, you’ve been dreaming about her since we were kids. Can you finally accept her? Not for you, but for us?”

“It’s always been an us, hasn’t it?”

Xavier nodded.

“We’re not like other people, Xavier. Not like the twins either.” Their brothers, Justin and Kyle, weren’t so closely tied.

“No. I like to think of us as special. Not short-bus special, but superstar special.” Xavier grinned at him. “And nothing is going to make us happy except the one woman we both love. Don’t bother denying it. She’s been with us for half our lives. Don’t take that away from us. She’s ours. We’re going to have to work together to convince her of that.”

“I never thought we’d have this.” Or at least a shot at it. The chance that it could all blow up in their faces didn’t leave his mind. The Werlins and her crazy stalker were the least of their worries, really. Because Josh had a habit of fucking up at the worst possible times.

“We don’t have it yet. Keep a lid on all your insecurities, numbnuts. Let’s get Chloe to safety; then we’ll deal with our new family. And whatever you do, don’t tell her what to think or how to act. Let her come to it on her own.”

“I’m the easygoing brother, remember? You just keep your temper, and we’ll be fine.”

Xavier snorted and lay down on his back next to Chloe. She turned to face him, and Josh spooned her from behind. “Rest up, Mr. Sensitive, while I take watch. And pray Chloe doesn’t get all embarrassed and back off from us when she wakes, the way she almost did this morning.”

Josh hugged her tighter, content when he felt his brother’s hand graze his before Xavier left the bed. He prayed he could do right by her, by Xavier, and by the future he wanted so badly to come to pass. Then the sleep he hadn’t expected to come overtook him.

* * *

When Chloe opened her eyes, the memories of what had happened in this bed came to her in one large, impossible picture. Sex with two incredibly hot, giving men. Strong, powerful, and they wanted her.

Xavier had shown her Josh’s vulnerability, a brief mention of his ex, Karen.

Chloe could see his hurt, felt it as if it was her own. She’d never been that close to anyone, but she knew if Xavier and Josh suddenly walked away, she’d feel just as pained. It couldn’t have been easy for Josh to suffer that kind of rejection from someone he thought he loved.

And the way he looked at her, the way he felt… She wanted so badly to believe it was real. An arm tightened around her waist, and then something hard prodded her pussy.

“Hey, Chloe. You awake, finally?” He pushed inside her. On their sides, the positioning was somewhat uncomfortable, but waking to Josh sliding inside her took the awkwardness away. “Hook your leg over mine,” he whispered and tongued the shell of her ear.

She moaned and moved her leg, giving him better access as he thrust into her, pulled out, and thrust again.

“I love fucking you,” he said in a gritty voice, and then his hand moved lower down her belly, past her pelvic bone to her clit. “Your hair is soft, but here, you’re so wet. So sweet.” Josh slid his fingers over her clit and continued to play as he fucked her.

“You feel so big inside me,” she said between breaths. “Oh God. Yes. More.” He had her on the verge of coming. That thick cock inside her, his fingers strumming her nerves until she wanted to fly apart. He kissed her neck and cheek and whispered, “I think I love you.”

And she exploded. She cried out as she came, aware he stilled and moaned as he emptied inside her, jerking and pulling her tight against him.

“Thanks a lot. You two are making a mess out of me,” Xavier sent her, amusement and a lazy satisfaction coloring his words.

“Should have warned Xavier about that, I guess,” Josh murmured. He turned her head and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Christ, Chloe. I feel like I’m a walking hard-on around you.”

She took that as a compliment. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly frigid around you and your brother either.”

He withdrew and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her tight. “God. This is so perfect. I’m so afraid I’m going to do the wrong thing or say something off, and you’ll leave. Don’t go, baby. Don’t leave now that we’ve finally found you.” She blinked and pulled back to stare at him. Josh’s heartfelt plea struck her, because his sincerity couldn’t be denied.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything.” His gaze traced her features, and she wondered what he saw when he looked at her. “We’ll give you all the time in the world. But Chloe, please, just give us a chance to show you what we could all be, together.”

“Be?”

“As a family. You, me, and Xavier.” His grin turned mischievous, and she saw a side of Josh that captivated her. A carefree, boyish happiness lit him from the inside out. “I’ve seen what our future can hold, Chloe. And it’s nothing short of perfect.”

“What? What did you see?”

His smile faded. “A few things. Some good, some bad. We’ll have to get through the bad to find the good stuff. And you have to take a lot on faith.”

“I have before, and it’s never steered me wrong.” She took his stubbled cheeks in her hands, not surprised to see him so clearly now. The love he felt, she felt as well. But she was scared to tell him, afraid her happiness could be so easily wiped away before she could explore it. She wanted him and Xavier to really know her before she put herself out there. To give them extra time to decide if they wanted to go their separate ways.

“Chloe, it won’t work.”

Just what she was afraid of. She cleared her throat. “What won’t work?”

“The silent treatment. This, us, it’s real. It won’t go away. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.” The truth shone in his dark eyes. “I’ve seen the real you for years. I know you, even though you don’t really know me yet. I can wait. I’ll prove it to you.” He smiled. “You already know I’m a freak, and you haven’t run, so I have hope.”

She laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly normal.” She blew out a breath. “Sex with two guys. Twins. Oh man. I’m a slut.”

“My slut.”

“Thanks, Josh. I feel so much better now.”

He tickled her, and they laughed together until nature called.

“Oh man, I need to go clean up. I’m a mess.”

He grimaced. “This bed’s a mess. Time to clean up. Or we could leave it and make Xavier sleep in the wet spot.”

“I heard that.”

She shared a grin with Josh, then called dibs and darted to the bathroom.

After a leisurely shower in which Josh showed her how much pleasure could be had under running water, they dried off, dressed, and joined Xavier in the living room.

Unfortunately, Xavier didn’t look happy.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Sam called. Apparently Chloe’s boss is less than pleased with her. He said she’s out of a job unless she comes back to town today. And he ordered us—”

“Ordered?” Josh asked.

“Yeah, ordered. The dick said we have to come with her, because some guy named Avery said if we don’t, we’ll… Oh hell. He’s having a vision,” Xavier said to Chloe.

Josh froze by her side. She felt that familiar tingle that told her his precognitive cloud had settled over him.

Then, as if in slow motion, he shoved her to the floor and covered her body with his own while yelling at Xavier to take cover.

An explosion of bullets shook the cabin, and then bone-deep dread settled in her bones. Not a promising start to the rest of her life with the Doublemint twins by her side.

Chapter Seven

Chloe didn’t have to like a situation to know how to deal with it. Fortunately, she’d found men who knew how to handle themselves in a crisis. Xavier crawled to one closet while Josh ordered her to stay still and crawled to another. Stay still?

Yeah, right.

She low-crawled to the front mudroom and found her boots. After shoving her feet into them and lacing up, she backed into Xavier.

“Put this on. Hurry up.”

Xavier threw her coat at her. He’d put his own on and handed one to Josh, who quickly joined them carrying an assortment of weapons.

Chloe buttoned up, glad she’d kept her gloves in her pockets. With no time to find anything more than what they had with them, she followed the men into the kitchen and down, through a hidden trapdoor in the floor under a braided rug.

Once under the house, the guys paused to hand out weapons and regroup.

Chloe tucked a knife away and loaded the gun Josh handed her.

Xavier opened a clear pathway between the three of them. “I don’t think it needs saying, but the Werlins have arrived. Sam also passed word they were seen in Bend a few days ago. Little brother was also more than happy to pass your boss’s info, Chloe. Man, that kid loves to see other people get into trouble.” He sighed.

“Anyway, we have a few options.”

Josh continued for him, and Chloe had a good example of how they acted while under pressure. A seamless team of professionals. Add the danger and meanness flaring from their dark eyes, and she found herself turned on despite her resolve to remain clearheaded. Oh man, I’m such a perv. Maybe I am perfect for them.

“Chloe. Pay attention.” Xavier sent the sharp reprimand.

“Oh right. You’re the hothead.”

Josh grinned.

She poked at Xavier with her mind. “Say all that again. I promise, I’m listening.”

Xavier scowled. He probably wasn’t in the mood to hear it made him look even sexier. She wanted to brush away the hank of hair from his eyes but didn’t.

“We have three options. One, we stay and fight.”

“Too risky.” Josh glanced at Chloe, and she glared back.

“Don’t blame me because you’re scared to fight back.” Xavier rolled his eyes. “So option two is to trek it down the mountain and get help.”

“And three?” she asked.

“We take them on out there, in the snow and woods. Josh and I know this area inside and out. Problem is, you don’t.”

“But I have you to guide me. Let’s go with option three.”

“That was my choice too,” Josh said.

“I figured you’d say that. Okay, Chloe, you stick with me. Josh, you take the southern perimeter. Disable the vehicles.”

“Vehicles?” she asked. “I had to hike it out here. Are you telling me there’s a way to drive up the mountain?”

“Of course. It’s a private way, though, and not many know about it. Do you really think we’d build a cabin carrying lumber in one tree at a time?” Now that she thought about it, that made more sense.

Xavier continued. “Chloe, you and I’ll try to see what we’re dealing with from the north side. Go.”

Josh nodded. Before he left, he kissed Chloe hard. “Don’t get dead, or I’ll be really, really angry. Ask him. I’m not that pleasant.” He slipped away like a ghost.

Xavier nodded. “He’s not pleasant when he’s pissed. True. Now come on.” Then he leaned down, his kiss loving and tender. “I love you too. And I’m not about to lose you to these assholes. Let’s nail ’em.”

“My kind of guy.” She lifted her glove to his cheek, wanting badly but not ready to say the words. She wished she knew what still held her back, but then the urgency of their situation overtook everything.

She followed Xavier’s mental directions without a hitch. They moved through the small tunnel and popped up several feet from the cabin, deep in the woods. The hollow tree stump through which they exited blended into the wood line. She would never have thought to look twice for another way into the cabin.

“Nice camouflage.”

“We try.” He moved with her back toward the cabin, where she could see four men positioned at the front of the building. “Damn. Werlin has more than I’d thought. Otis is the old man, his brothers Clay and Arlo are with him, I’m sure.

Those four I don’t recognize. But their guns don’t lie.” The men wore black and carried small arms. Pistols and what looked like grenades—one exploded in the house.

“Yep. Grenades,” she said.

“Shit. Dad is going to blame me for this. I just know it.”

“How is this your fault?”

“Wait until you meet him. He’s kind of a hard-ass. A lot like Josh.” Chloe didn’t see Josh like that at all. “O-kay.”

“We should have taken them out right away instead of playing house. That’s what my dad will say.” Xavier smiled at her. “But once he takes a good look at you, I think he’ll understand.”

She blushed. “Xavier.”

“Hey. I’m in love. Not my fault I can’t think straight.” He sobered as the bastards threw another grenade inside before the four at the front broke through the door and entered, guns drawn.

“And now it’s gonna get really ugly.” He tugged her down into the snow and covered her with his body.

She would have asked him why, but the sudden detonation answered her question. She glanced up to see wood and brick flying everywhere.

“Josh?” Xavier asked, keeping the communication open for the three of them.

“I see Otis’s brothers at the mouth of the drive. No sign of Otis, but I guarantee he’s out here somewhere. I disabled three SUVs.”

“Four men bit it in the cabin.”

“Figure we have at least another four, maybe more out here. Want me to take out the brothers?”

“Do it.”

Her adrenaline rush demanded action. Xavier must have felt the same, because his eyes were overly bright when he looked at her. “Now it’s our turn. You ready?”

She gave him a look and held up her gun.

“Right. Sorry I asked. Okay, I’m going this way. You go that way. We’ll meet up with Josh and hopefully find the other bastards hiding out, waiting for us.” She nodded, kept her mind open, and circled east, on the lookout for anyone not familiar. She didn’t exactly want to kill anyone, but Chloe had no intention of leaving these bastards able to hurt Josh or Xavier.

She spied the first one wearing dark clothes, a ski mask over his features, and a rifle aimed at the house. She looked but saw no one around the debris by the cabin. “Josh, you okay?”

“Fine. I got one of Otis’s brothers. Now I’m on to Arlo. Keep safe, Chloe.”

The man in black tensed and sighted in on something. Chloe didn’t hesitate.

She shot him twice. Once in the chest, once in the thigh; in case he had body armor, the thigh wound would slow him.

Checking him after he fell, she scooped up his rifle and learned he didn’t, in fact, wear Kevlar.

She continued slowly, looking for more of the enemy.

Xavier signaled. “I found two waiting for me. They’re down. Josh?”

“I can’t find Arlo or Otis. The vehicles aren’t going anywhere, though.”

“Good.”

Tuned in to their conversation, she didn’t notice the man in front of her until he knocked her down. Another body landed on top of her and stripped her gun.

She didn’t call out, didn’t want Xavier or Josh to know she’d been distracted when she should have been paying attention.

The man on top of her narrowed his eyes behind the ski mask and drew back to slam his fist into her face.

“Big mistake. You should have killed me,” she whispered while she reached for the knife tucked into her jeans. She pulled it out and shoved it into him while dodging the fist that would have knocked her out.

He tensed over her, and she twisted the knife. Then she pulled back and shoved him off her, needing to find the other man.

A shot sounded, and he fell next to her.

“Dammit. Quit playing around. We’re on a job, Tinker Bell.” She blinked up in surprise at the sight of a large, annoyed male looking down at her.

“Keegan?” She took his hand and rose to her feet. “I thought Jack said not to come.”

“Please. Since when do James and I listen to Jack?” At mention of James, she noticed an SUV in the distance suddenly on fire. Her pyrokinetic friend was obviously at work.

“Oh shit. What’s James wearing?”

“Same thing as me.” He crouched low and kept his eye out for the enemy.

To Xavier and Josh, she sent, “There are two friendlies out here. Keegan Price and James Foreman. They’re wearing jeans and dark sweaters, black caps on their heads. Keegan looks like a six foot six monster. James is more slender. Brown hair.

Looks like a model.”

“Seen ’em both. Would have taken the model out, but he shot one of our friends in black instead, so I stayed my hand,” Josh answered. “Oh good. There’s Arlo.” Xavier sent an affirmative. “Got it. Make sure to tell them not to shoot at us.”

“Keegan, I have some friends out here. They—”

“Avery told us about your twins. No problem.” He grinned at her. “Now all those jokes you made about me, Rory, and James are gonna bite you on the ass, ain’t they?”

“Shut it, cowboy.” Yet she couldn’t contain a grin.

“How about you quit flirting with the giant and get your head in the game?” Xavier snapped.

Another SUV burst into flame.

“Hell. Let me grab James before he sets the whole fucking forest on fire,” Keegan muttered and moved away from her.

She buzzed with the rush, loving the thrill of the hunt, despite the danger that had yet to pass. She still had no idea how many of the enemy remained on the mountain, but having Keegan and James as backup sure helped even the odds.

She swept more of the area, on guard not to be taken unaware again. Time passed in silence; only the crackle of flames could be heard.

Then Xavier returned to her, his face grim.

“What’s wrong?”

“Otis has Josh. Come on.”

Josh swore up and down as Otis Werlin and two men he didn’t recognize dragged his sorry ass deeper into the woods. They didn’t stop until they came to a small clearing by the large boulder he and Xavier used as a landmark, the one close to the drive where he’d left his truck. He wondered if Werlin had done anything to it and promised himself he’d make the man really pay if Werlin had so much as scratched his precious rig. He quickly sent his location to his brother, minus the extreme pain he suffered. He didn’t want Chloe to know, but by now Xavier would have felt it.

Xavier swore. “Such a dumb-ass, getting caught. Just hold on. We’re coming.

And remember not to kill Chloe’s friends if you see them.”

“Sure thing. Because I could easily kill everyone with this handy knife in my friggin’ leg. Hurry up!” Sometimes sarcasm worked on Xavier, and sometimes it didn’t. But hell, Josh’s calf really hurt.

Otis Werlin looked around and scratched his scraggly gray beard. The old man’s eyes looked like sunken holes, and his face seemed thinner than it had been.

Tired and worn down thanks to him, Xavier, and Dana. Good. The things Werlin had done to the people in his own community were atrocious. Lynching, killing, stealing. The man had murdered kids, for Christ’s sake. He deserved to look tired, at the very least.

“Not bad, Cannon. I didn’t think you had it in you, but you whittled my force down to nothin’.” Otis twisted the knife he’d stuck in Josh’s leg. “Not that I liked Arlo all that much, but he was kin.”

One of the bastards in black punched him in the jaw.

He blew out a curse. “Fuck you, Werlin.”

“’Course, now I own everythin’. Lock, stock, and barrel.” The bastard cackled.

“What’s left of it, anyhow. So where’s your brother? I know better than to think he blew up with your cabin.” Werlin smiled, exposing a bloodied lip and missing front tooth. “Shame about that, eh? Boy, you know this ain’t gonna end until you’re dead.”

“Or you are.” Chloe shot a hole through Werlin’s forehead.

The men with him fired back at her just as Xavier flattened her to the ground.

Josh’s heart pounded. The little idiot had nearly killed herself!

The sting across his shoulder told him Xavier had been hit while saving her.

Annoyed all over again at Werlin and his people, Josh yanked the knife out of his leg on a roar and jammed it into the back of one of the bastards guarding him.

The other turned his gun from Xavier and Chloe to him when Xavier suddenly plugged him full of holes. The man’s gun went off but missed Josh by a hair. Thank God.

Chloe raced to his side and ran her sexy little hands all over him. Then she punched him in the chest.

“Ow.”

“Who said to be careful? Jesus, Josh. You took ten years off my life.” She hugged him tight.

“Just ten?”

“Idiot.” Her kisses made him feel much better.

“Uh, wounded over here? Remember? I saved your life taking you down, sweetcheeks.” Xavier tried to sound pitiful, but Josh could feel the wound as no more than a burn. The bullet had just grazed him.

Chloe snorted. “Oh please. That barely touched you. I would have been fine and taken both of those assholes down if you hadn’t interfered.”

“Hadn’t interfered? Woman, they shot at you!” Xavier’s temper wound up. But before he said another word, he raised his gun to confront the men approaching with loud footsteps.

Josh took Chloe’s weapon before she could protest and aimed as well, shoving her behind him.

“Well, well.” The hulking mass of muscle stopped and stared at Josh and Chloe. “Little bit has finally found love. Ain’t that sweet, James?”

The handsome guy next to him grinned. “It sure is, cowboy. I can’t wait to see what the boss thinks of Chloe’s new friends.”

She groaned. “Am I in big trouble?”

“Hell, yeah.” The twang on the big guy made sense of his name.

“So, cowboy,” Josh said. “What the hell are you doing up here? Not that I mind, exactly, but I’m curious.” He stood with Chloe’s help and tried not to cry like a girl when he put a bit of weight on his leg.

“You’re bleedin’, son.” The guy frowned.

“No shit,” Chloe muttered. “Captain Obvious, meet Josh and Xavier Cannon.

Guys, the big lug is Keegan Price. The other one is James Foreman.”

“The other one?” James looked wounded. “Chloe, my dove, I’m so much more than that.”

Keegan snickered, and Josh relaxed. Neither man seemed too intent on Chloe, which was fine with him. Josh caught the easy camaraderie between the three, and he recognized them on closer inspection.

“You work with them.”

She nodded.

Xavier joined him and put his uninjured shoulder under Josh’s arm. Chloe moved to his other side, and together they maneuvered back through the woods to the private drive, where his vehicle sat, covered in snow but otherwise undamaged.

“The truck is good, but I can’t say for sure Werlin didn’t wire it. We’ll have to check it out before we leave.”

“How do we know there aren’t more of them out there?” Chloe asked. A legitimate question.

“Good point.” He looked at Xavier. “Can you go ahead and scout it out?”

“Yeah.”

But before Xavier could move, James shook his head. “You’re hurt and bleeding. Keegan and I’ll check. Chloe, you keep an eye on these two.”

“Right.”

Josh and Xavier exchanged a look.

“What?” she said. “I’m uninjured and in charge. Deal with it.”

“Oh, we’re going to deal with it, all right.” Xavier gritted his teeth.

Josh waited. It didn’t take long.

“What the hell did you think you were doing, firing like that? You nearly got killed. Twice!”

He and Chloe argued like cats and dogs.

Josh didn’t know if the pain had sapped his will to argue or if the situation really was as funny as it sounded, but he started to laugh.

Chloe and Xavier set him down on a large rock by the truck. Their puzzled looks set him off again, and he laughed so hard, he cried.

The other guys returned. “Nothing out there,” the Texan said. “Too bad, really.”

James snorted. “You need better things to occupy your time.”

“You offerin’?”

“Dick.”

“Promises, promises.”

James laughed. “Keep it up, and I’m telling Rory.” Josh liked their interaction, so at ease with one another. They reminded him of himself and Xavier, except they exuded something more intimate than anything he’d shared with his brother. In fact, they looked at one another the way he and Xavier looked at Chloe.

“Oh, uh, just one thing, Chloe.” Keegan cleared his throat and said, “We were never here, you got me?”

She rolled her eyes. “I knew Jack hadn’t okayed you two being here.” Keegan had the grace to flush. “He’s not the boss of me.”

“Oh please. He is so.” James sighed with disgust then turned his attention back to Josh. “So can one of you tell me what was so funny?” Josh shook his head. “My brother and Chloe are arguing about who was in more danger out there, him or her. My money’s on…” He felt dizzy and realized he’d lost more blood than he’d thought. “Shit. Man, help me out before I…” He didn’t see anymore.

Chloe seriously freaked. One minute Josh was sitting there laughing it up, and the next he lay slumped on the ground. She hovered over him, trying to see if he’d been shot or stabbed somewhere she’d missed. What if he lay dying because she’d been so busy arguing with Xavier? To lose him now, when she’d just found him, scared the hell out of her.

She didn’t realize she’d been crying until Xavier wiped her tears and carried her away from Josh. “He’s okay, honey. Just some blood loss. He’ll be fine.” Keegan lifted Josh up with ease, thanks to a steady regimen of weightlifting and a massive frame, and walked down the drive. “Come on. We’ll take our SUV and get him to a doctor. The road’s not too bad, not with four-wheel drive and chains.” He gave Chloe a reassuring smile. “He’ll be fine. I’m guessin’ that man will do everything in his power not to disappoint you.” Xavier nodded.

“I wish we had a healer on staff.” Chloe couldn’t look away from Josh’s pale face.

Xavier hugged her to him and grinned. “We do.”

Three hours later, after the Feds had been called in to take the Werlins and their henchmen away, quietly—apparently the Cannons had connections—Josh complained as his mother finished stitching him up. A hunting accident, so the paperwork at the clinic said.

“It’s embarrassing,” Josh whined.

“Suck it up, son.” His father, a mountain of a man, glared at him. “I can’t believe you let yourself get taken. Really, Josh. Is this the impression you’re trying to make?”

Chloe could easily believe Josh and Xavier came from Michael Cannon. They shared his good looks but had their mother’s eyes. Though they had less height and bulk than their father, their attitudes seemed just as aggressive.

“Don’t mind them, Chloe,” Julia Cannon said with a smile as she finished sewing up Josh’s leg. Protocol about keeping the room’s occupants to a minimum had gone out the window when Dr. Cannon took over. “Just throwing around a lot of nonsense to cover their worry.”

“Really, Mom. Don’t give away all our secrets.” Xavier smiled, the same grin his mother wore.

Chloe would have felt out of place if Xavier had left her side. But he’d introduced her as his and Josh’s Chloe, and she’d experienced pride, embarrassment, and a welling of love so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

Confusion filled her, the emotional and physical toll finally wearing her down.

Mike pushed Xavier aside and took Chloe away. “Julia, see to the boy, would you? Chloe looks ready to keel over. I’m going to take her home to freshen up.” Considering Keegan and James had dumped her here and taken off, she had no other way to get home. “Thanks, Mr. Cannon.”

“Mike, sweetie. Call me Mike.” He grinned down at her. “Or Dad, if you prefer.”

Shit. She’d known he was going to make a comment.

At her look, he burst out laughing. “If you could see your face. Come on.” They entered his enormous truck—did any of the men she knew drive regular cars?—and he drove in the opposite direction of her place.

“Uh, Mike. I live off Sixth.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

He glanced at her before returning his attention to the road. Night had fallen, so she wasn’t surprised to see the streets all but deserted. Between the snow and the time, not many ventured out. “I don’t know how much the boys have told you about the business, but we have a lot of information at our fingertips. I know all about you and your organization, the gym, the voices. Everything.” She didn’t like the look he gave her. Was he berating her for loving both his sons? Oh hell, loving them? She did, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

Should she accept all the affection they’d given her, throw caution to the wind and just…what? Move in with them? Marry them? She couldn’t marry two men, and it wasn’t like they’d asked.

“Chloe, the thing you need to know, and I’m sure you already do, is that my boys are different. They aren’t like anyone you’ve ever met. And considering what you do and who you work for, I’m sure you’ve met a lot of interesting people.”

“You can say that again.”

He chuckled. “Josh and Xavier are connected and always have been. There’s no shame in loving them, honey.” His expression softened. “When I met my Julia, I just knew. My family’s full of psychics, but love is a magic all its own. When you know, you know. I’ve been hearing about their special friend for years now. They’ve been connected to you for a reason. Not so they could tell you about your future, but so they could make it easier for you to accept them. Their gifts are tied to one another.

Josh sees what he needs to see to keep him alive.”

“But he saw my future.”

Mike gave her a minute.

“My future…because he needs me?”

“And Xavier can only talk to his brother—and you—with that funny mind of his. For a telepath, he’s awfully limited, don’t you think?”

Xavier had said as much, but she hadn’t thought about it. “I know people who can do what he does. But they’re not limited to one person or two. He really can only talk to Josh and me?”

“Yep. Not even his mother and father. For all that he loves his family, he’s connected to Josh and you in a special way. And that makes you a part of us, the Cannons, whether you want to be or not.” They drove for a bit before he continued.

“No matter what happens with you and my boys, if you need us, you only have to call. You helped them today, and we won’t forget it.” Mike patted her on the shoulder, his big hand making her feel tiny. “They need you, Chloe. Probably more than you need them, but Cannons take care of the people we love. And that’s a fact.” He pulled in front of a solitary house in the middle of nowhere.

“Where are we?”

“The boys’ place. My house is farther down the road, about a half mile or so.

And the others have properties out there. We own a few thousand acres, so it’s private. After what Xavier told us about your stalker situation, I figured you’d be safer out here than in town at your place.”

He had a point. She needed time and space to think. Maybe she’d get it here without having to worry.

“The boys won’t be back for a while, so make yourself at home. If you need anything, our numbers are listed by the fridge. Or at least they’d better be,” he murmured and took a card out of his back pocket. “That’s my cell if you need anything.” He got out, turned off the alarm by the front door, and unlocked the door for her.

She left the truck, still feeling as if she were dreaming. When she would have passed him into the house, he stopped her.

She froze, wondering what now.

Then Mike Cannon kissed the top of her head before pushing her into the house. “Welcome to the family, Chloe.” He shut and locked the door behind her.

Chapter Eight

Xavier flinched as his mother put her hands over his shoulder and concentrated. The heat in her palms tingled and burned for a minute.

“Stop being such a baby.” She kissed his cheek and finally removed her hands.

He rotated his shoulder and sighed with relief. His mother did excellent work.

She handed him a handheld mirror, and he looked at the smooth skin. Not even a scar.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Sure, honey.” She paused and looked again at Josh’s leg. His brother lay on the table next to him. Movement outside the room indicated business during the night. At his look, she shrugged.

“Flu epidemic. Good thing you had your shots, hmm?”

“Good thing I had them forced on me, you mean.” Xavier grinned to take the sting from his words. His mother was hell with a needle.

“I liked your girlfriend.”

He and Josh exchanged a glance. They’d been waiting for this.

“And?”

“And what? She’s clearly attractive. Seems in good health, though she’s a bit small for a Cannon.” She studied them both and slyly grinned. “I suppose she fits you two well enough.”

“Mom.” He couldn’t hide the flush creeping over his cheeks. Neither could Josh.

The evil woman laughed. “I’m sure your father is grilling her as we speak. He took her home.”

“She can’t go home. There’s a problem—”

Before Xavier could jump off the exam table, his mother put her hand on his chest and shoved his sweater in his face. “She’s fine. He took her back to your house. We know all about her secret admirer. You told Sam, and of course he told us.”

“Oh, right.” Xavier felt stupid.

“Way to go, braintrust. Now you look pathetic and lovesick.” Josh’s humor didn’t make him feel any better.

“At least I didn’t let myself get stabbed by an old man and his cronies.”

“Asshole.”

“Boys.” Their mother sighed and turned her attention to Josh. She settled her hands over his leg and worked her magic. “I have patients to see. Amanda’s down with a cold, so I’m it for medical unless the folks out there want a hospital. So if you’re done needing me, and you’re finished telepathically sniping at one another, get your butts home.” She took her hands away. “Josh, I did a lot of surface work.

You’re still going to be stiff and sore for a few days, so take it easy.” She moved to the door but stopped before she left. “You two want my advice?

Slow down with Chloe. Give her some time to fall in love with you. Because if she’s not there already, she will be. Who couldn’t love my boys?” Then she smiled at them and left.

Xavier turned to Josh. “She has a point.”

“That she does.” They walked together outside, Xavier helping Josh.

While they’d been seen to, their brothers Kyle and Justin had retrieved their truck from the mountain and had left it out front with a big You Owe Us taped to the inner windshield.

“Idiots,” Xavier muttered with a grin. His younger brothers got into more trouble than he and Josh ever had. Hell, the only one of his siblings who could do no wrong in his parents’ eyes was May, their kiss-ass younger sister. Which made him ask, “What’s with May, anyway?”

“Who knows? I think she’s up in Canada helping a friend of hers with something.”

“A girl friend, or a guy friend?” Xavier asked, more protective of her than the others were.

“Hopefully a guy. I’d hate to think of our sister as perpetually dateless. And I’m pretty sure she’s not a lesbian, so a guy would be more her speed.”

“Jesus, Josh. You’re a nut, you know that?”

Josh’s laugh turned into a grimace as he climbed into the truck.

“If you’d have waited a minute, I’d have helped you.”

“I’m good.”

“I can see that.” Xavier made sure to let the sarcasm seep through his words.

“Come on. Drive. We have a woman to woo.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to give her too much time to rethink what she sees in us.”

“Good point.” Josh scowled. “But make sure you drive the speed limit. The roads aren’t that safe, Xavier.”

“Control freak.”

“Yeah, but we’re still alive, aren’t we?”

Xavier had to give him that one.

They made it home in record time, keeping to the speed limit, since hardly anyone was on the road at two in the morning.

After letting themselves inside and resetting the house alarm, they relaxed, feeling so boneless and tired, their thoughts merged and settled into one voice.

“Let’s get to bed.”

“I am so tired.”

“And my leg hurts.”

“How about a shower?”

The buzz of thoughts swirled between them, and neither could say who had conceptualized which idea. Crabby and tired and aching, they showered. Josh went first. Then Xavier forced himself to clean up.

He exited the shower with a towel around his waist and found Josh snuggled up next to Chloe in his huge bed.

Xavier didn’t care that Chloe had taken Josh’s bed, but he knew his brother would make a big deal of it come the morning. Smiling to himself, he studied the pair, contentment and a surprising warmth creeping over his soul. The two were more than people he loved.

For so long he’d thought of himself as half, a mirror of Josh. No matter how hard he and Josh worked, how much pleasure he received from helping others while doing his job, something remained out of reach.

Seeing Chloe, he knew what he’d missed. The other part of his heart.

He joined them in bed, falling in love all over again when she murmured his name and reached out to him in sleep.

She snuggled into his arms, and when she moved, Josh muttered under his breath and plastered himself to her back.

Xavier could feel her against Josh’s front, and his brother felt her curves brushing Xavier’s chest. Three people joined as one. If not in body, then in mind and heart. Or so he hoped. Chloe seemed like a woman on the verge of love. She’d been so afraid when Josh had passed out. Xavier chose to view her upset as a good sign.

Now they just had to figure out the details of a life together. But not before he and Josh reminded Chloe where she belonged. That thought in mind, Xavier drifted into sleep.

Josh woke with the notion of seducing Chloe, an idea Xavier had planted before falling asleep. Not that Josh needed added incentive. He leaned closer to Chloe and inhaled. The scent of his citrusy soap lingered in her soft hair.

Everything about her was soft, though he knew she’d hate to hear that. Her skin, her hair, the lashes on her eyes. Even that soft pelt between her legs. He loved the thin strip that led to his favorite spot in the world.

That pussy called to him. He kept seeing her in his mind’s eye, an image he’d been dreaming about—her belly round while she tried to gather an unruly set of twin toddlers to her side and he and Xavier laughed with her as they gathered up their small family. The image of Chloe pregnant with their child, a third child to follow twins, filled him with joy. It meant he had a possible future he’d always wanted, not just with any woman but with Chloe.

He should have known Karen would never work. But he’d been so lonely, so unfulfilled. He’d thought if he had something serious with a woman, his cravings for normalcy would go away. He still felt guilty he’d pulled apart from Xavier. His brother had never tried to be anything but himself. Yet Josh had tried to be normal when it was crystal clear he wasn’t.

Karen hadn’t wanted anything to do with Xavier. And the whole psychic thing had only convinced her he was someone to be avoided. A freak with issues. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but he could no longer avoid the notion she’d been with him for his money. The Cannon name stood out in the circles around town.

His parents gave generously to charities, hospitals, and the library. And between his and Xavier’s investments, they didn’t worry about going out on jobs all the time. They could pick and choose their assignments—or rather, pick and choose the work their father or Kyle handed them.

The love inside him threatened to burst. Chloe and Xavier and him. Together.

The perfect unit. Forever.

He ignored that last dangerous hurdle they had to deal with and let himself concentrate on now. Chloe would always need him, and she had to know it. Had to feel how much they loved her. He knew of an easy way to show her, a pleasurable way to tie her to them.

“Bro, wake up.”

The psychic prod didn’t move his brother, so he pinched his arm.

“What?”

“Shh. Don’t wake her yet.”

Xavier yawned and opened a blurry eye. His gaze fell on Chloe, and the warmth in his smile reflected in Josh’s heart. “God, I love her. Really love her.” Xavier looked at him. “You feel it too. All of us together, right?” The vulnerability there made Josh literally hurt. He gripped his brother’s arm.

“I’m so sorry about Karen. I know it’s always been us, Xavier. Us and Chloe.” Xavier let out a relieved breath. “It’s about damn time.”

“Yeah. Now that I’m no longer the hardhead, we need to figure out how to get Chloe to accept us. I think she’s close, but she’s not there yet.”

“We’ll give her as much time as she needs, but I don’t think it’ll be too hard.” Xavier blinked at him. “She was out of her mind worried when you passed out. I’d call you some more names about being weak, a pussy, half a man, but it helped her see how much you mean to her.”

“I’m glad you’re not going to call me any names.” Josh snorted. “So let’s wake up our bossy princess.”

“You hear what they called her on the mountain?”

“Little bit?” Josh laughed silently. “She didn’t like that much, could you tell?”

“Tinker Bell. Now that fits.”

Josh grinned. “Good to have a little ammo. I know things with Chloe won’t always be easy, but brother, they’re going to be so good for us.” His smile dimmed.

“We just need to take care of that stalker situation at her house. She can’t go anywhere without us for a while.”

“She won’t like that.” Xavier frowned. “But she’ll have to get over it. We need to fix that. But now we need to fix this.” Xavier looked down at himself, and Josh felt the same. Aroused and needing Chloe. “How about this time, I get her ass?”

“Oh yeah. She’s so tight.”

“All over. Her pussy gets so hot.”

Their remembrances of Chloe turned them both on to the point they needed relief far sooner than they should have. While Xavier took the lube and condom from Josh’s nightstand, Josh went to work on waking Chloe to a brand-new day. His way.

He gently rolled her onto her back and stroked her satiny skin. With a light touch, he caressed her from her cheeks, down her neck, and over her shoulders. He let his fingers slide over her chest, coming to rest on the hardening tips of her nipples.

The succulent buds tightened under his fingers, and he drew his fingertips over the full globes that never failed to mesmerize him. Then downward, over her taut stomach. His Chloe worked out, and it showed. A slender line delineated the muscles of her stomach, and he traced her ribs until she shivered.

“Wh-what?”

“Shh. Just touching you, honey.” Absorbed in her, he didn’t look up but continued to trail his fingers lower. Swirling his path over her hip bones, her waist, and back to the center of her core. He petted the hair over her pubic bone. Gratified by her soft moan and the way she parted her thighs, he continued.

He felt Xavier touch her lips, sensed the kiss making his woman hotter.

Smiling, he continued his erotic exploration, his touch so light it felt as if he touched silk and air and woman all at once.

Her legs were firm, her thighs tight. She quivered when he grazed her labia, but he didn’t move any closer to the ripe bud between her thighs. Her clit looked slick, and his mouth watered. But he didn’t stop. He touched her knees, her calves, her dainty feet. Her toenails needed paint, a bright pink or a red to emphasize her femininity.

Being so close to her, he was aware of how small she really was, how easy it would be to dominate her. Despite her feisty nature, he and Xavier could easily overwhelm her.

That she would put up a fight if he tried aroused him to no end.

He didn’t want or need a weak woman. He wanted someone strong enough to handle him, and Chloe had already proven herself in so many ways.

“Please. You two are torturing me.” She moaned and tilted her hips, seeking what he intended to give her.

“What do you want, Chloe?” Xavier asked, his voice husky.

“I want both of you. Inside me.”

“Where inside you?” he asked, and Josh saw that his brother had already donned the condom and lube. Which left her pussy and mouth to him.

His mouth watered. “Come here, Chloe. I need you to suck my cock.” He sat up with his legs spread, his dick rock hard.

She didn’t hesitate as she rolled onto her hands and knees and took him to the back of her throat in one smooth move.

“Shit.” He felt her laughter around him and brushed her hair back from her cheeks. “Oh yeah. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around me. That’s so fucking hot. Yeah, baby, suck me. Good girl.”

She moaned and started when Xavier knelt behind her on the bed and palmed her ass. “That’s right. A good girl deserves a treat, doesn’t she?” Josh dragged his hands through her hair, content to sit there forever. “She does, bro. Her mouth is heaven.”

“So is her ass.” Xavier grunted and groaned, and Josh felt his brother’s finger slide slowly into her ass. The warmth around his digit made him want to thrust deep and come. “Slow down, Josh. Please. I want to come inside her, not in the damn condom.”

Josh barely managed to hold on. He pulled Chloe off him and swallowed hard.

“Hold on, honey. Just a minute.”

Xavier shifted behind her, and then he pushed forward.

“Damn.” Chloe shuddered and bent her head, her hair falling like a silken waterfall that tickled Josh’s thighs. The feel of those strands sliding over his cock and balls was a torture all its own.

She moaned. “Xavier, you feel huge.”

“Chloe, I am huge,” he said with a laugh that quickly turned into a groan. “I want to fuck you so hard. Jesus. You’re tight.” Josh couldn’t wait, not when he felt Xavier pulling out and pushing in. His brother rocked in and out of her, slower thrusts that grew faster and harder as their arousal climbed.

“I need you, Chloe. Take me.” Josh moved to his knees and drew Chloe upward, her ass no longer up in the air while his brother fucked it.

“Yes,” she hissed and took him in her mouth again.

He tilted his head back and gave himself up to her touch. Just as Xavier came hard, he reached between her legs and pushed on her clit. She groaned and shook, her orgasm sucking Josh’s seed when she tightened her lips over him and blew his mind.

“Fuck. Chloe,” Josh shouted as he emptied inside her, loving the feel of her lips and tongue over him.

The sight of them joined once more stole his breath, and he slowly withdrew and lay down, his heart racing, his breath coming fast. Perfection, no doubt about it.

He’d do whatever it took to keep this woman and keep her safe. And if she didn’t like it, too damn bad.

Chloe couldn’t catch her breath. Once more, the Cannon brothers had made her lose her mind. Could a woman really have an orgasm every time? In her experience, no. Then again, this was new. Newness would eventually wear off. Yet she’d never felt this intensity of attraction before. She looked at them. Twins. Both of them appealed to her on every level. Their looks, their size, their strength. She couldn’t deny their intelligence and their psychic ability tied into hers.

She’d made the decision to keep them when she’d seen them both being tended to by their mother. They clearly loved their family, and the warm affection flowing among the Cannons cinched her desire to be a part of that.

Hell, their parents could be world-class assholes and I’d still want them. But it made her wonder, how did their parents feel about her? Racially diverse, short, and not good enough for their sons, probably. Hell, they even knew she worked for the PWP. Sure, their dad had seemed to like her well enough. His type respected strength. And though Chloe had odd looks, she considered herself fairly attractive, if not the Susie-homemaker type. But their mom couldn’t possibly approve of her, not really.

Xavier withdrew, and she sighed.

“Such deep thoughts. Aren’t pretty girls supposed to be empty-headed?”

“Ass.”

“Oh yeah.” He palmed her cheeks, and she flushed. “Only thing better than fucking you is fucking you bare. That way I feel every little squeeze of that ass before I come inside it. But the condom’s cleaner.” He left the bed, and Josh pulled her close.

“Stop worrying, honey. Let’s face a few facts. We love you. You love us. And we’re going to live happily ever after.”

She blinked down at him, trying not to let his deep, dark eyes mesmerize her.

“Pretty simple.”

He shrugged but didn’t look away from her. “I’m a simple guy. I have few needs. A hot woman to take care of, a brother to do my laundry, and cable so I can watch the games.”

“Take care of?” She raised a brow, not pleased with the way he’d worded that.

But by the smirk on his face, he knew it.

“If I’d said, ‘woman to take care of me,’ you’d have been all over my ass.”

“True.”

“And I need a break before I can get hard again. But then I’m coming inside you. Unless you wanted to swallow me some more, ’cause baby, I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

She bit his lower lip and laughed when he flinched. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“I try.”

Xavier rejoined them. “If he’s bothering you, we can tie him up and take turns shooting him.” At her questioning look, he explained, “Paintball in the backyard.

Makes for good target practice, and it’s fun.”

“And colorful,” Josh added with a grin. “Or we can use live rounds when Xavier annoys you. Because he will, no doubt.”

Chloe lost her smile as she stared at these two men who’d come to mean the world to her. In just a few short days, her entire life felt like it had changed.

“Chloe?” Xavier lay down next to them and stroked her back.

Josh shifted her so that she lay half on him and half on Xavier.

“My half of the blanket,” Xavier said with a smile. “Now tell us what’s wrong.”

“This is too soon,” she blurted, aware of all the things that could happen to take this new happiness away. She’d be better off not to get so invested. Advice that came too little, too late.

“It’s not, though, is it?” Josh asked softly. “It’s been building for—”

“—sixteen years,” Xavier finished, his eyes smiling.

“But I didn’t know you guys then. This is new,” she ended, her excuse more than lame. Hell, she felt the same way they did, and the smiling bastards knew it.

“Yes, I love you both. And I don’t know why. And if your smiles grow any larger, they’ll split your faces wide open,” she grumbled.

Josh laughed. Xavier didn’t, but she could tell he wanted to. God, she loved them both so much.

“But what does this mean, really? Yeah, I feel it, tied to you, in love with you.

But day-to-day? Where do we go from here?”

Their hands moved in tandem over her back, and she wondered if they were aware of it. Probably not. Both of them seemed so in tune with each other—and her—right now. One person, yet not. And she knew that no matter how much alike they were, they would always be two sides of the same coin. Not the same side of the coin but different sides.

“We go wherever you want to go,” they said at the same time and laughed at each other.

Josh continued. “Chloe, we want a life with you. Marriage, kids, everything.”

“But my work is dangerous.”

Xavier snorted. “Yeah, all that personal training at the gym is scary.” She frowned, and he laughed.

“I’m teasing. Look, what we do is dangerous too. Are you asking us to quit our job?”

“No, why would I?” The thought hadn’t occurred to her.

“Then why should we ask you to quit yours?” Xavier shrugged. “If you like what you do, we’re fine with it.”

She swallowed hard. This couldn’t be that easy, could it? “You mean that?

You’re not just saying that to sucker me in?”

“In to what? Our devious death trap?” Josh asked. “Honey, you forget.

Anything that’s out to harm you comes to me first. And then Xavier will warn you.

We’re a unit. Sometimes we’ll be apart, because grown people do that.” The patronizing tone of his voice set her on edge, no doubt as he’d intended. It should have been strange that he knew her so well, yet it wasn’t.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know you two for so long, but now it’s like we’ve always been together.”

“Welcome to my world,” Xavier said and crossed his eyes at his brother.

She sighed, so happy yet afraid to reach out and grab it. “Marriage? Kids? I don’t know if I’m ready for all that.”

“You will be.” Josh’s eyes twinkled. He looked smug, and she knew he’d had glimpses of their future.

“Josh, be nice.” Xavier nudged his shoulder.

“I will if she will.” Josh dared her to argue.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” But she couldn’t keep the affection from her voice. She rubbed his nose with hers and accepted his kiss.

“But I’m your ass.” He squeezed her right butt cheek. “I’m not as sexy as this, but I try.”

Xavier huffed. “Your humor is juvenile at best.”

“Oh. Big word, bro. Still trying to impress the little lady? Maybe if you had moves like mine, you wouldn’t need to pretend you’re a human thesaurus.”

“I’m surprised you know what that is.”

“Hey, I’ve used one before.” He grinned up at Chloe. “To prop up a table with a bad leg.”

Chloe laughed at the pair of them. “So we’re going to try to make this work. At my pace,” she warned.

They nodded in tandem.

“Oh man. What am I getting myself into?”

Chapter Nine

Josh looked around the gym with interest. He hadn’t yet met Chloe’s friends, though he’d seen them enough in visions. She’d been staying with them the past week on supposed vacation. The woman clearly didn’t understand the words personal safety, because she kept trying to get back to her place. And this, even after he’d told her about what he’d seen in his nightmare vision of her and her stalker.

Stubborn little thing.

“Can I help you?” A big dude with sandy hair, a broad chest, and dimples when he smiled stood at the front desk. He looked familiar, but Josh couldn’t remember if it was because the guy was PWP or just a friend of hers from the gym.

“Yeah. I want a membership.”

“Sure thing. Hold on.”

If the guy thought applying for a gym membership at nine at night was odd, he didn’t say so. He reached behind him to grab a clipboard, and Josh couldn’t help noticing the play of his muscles as he flexed. He frowned. Chloe was around these fitness freaks all the time. Is that what she wanted in a man?

Most women would probably find this guy attractive. The thought didn’t sit well.

Though Josh and Xavier were fit and battle ready, they didn’t have the mass this man did. He looked like he ate steroids for breakfast.

“Problem?”

The odd look in the guy’s eyes unnerved him. “Nope. Just wondered how friendly you and Chloe King are.”

At mention of her name, he smiled. “Chloe? You a friend of hers?” He reached for Josh’s hand before he could move and caught the sleeve of his jacket.

After a second or two, the guy’s grin turned into a cough as he hurriedly released Josh’s jacket.

“You okay?”

“Oh wow. Yeah, man. So you and, uh, Chloe, huh?” The lurid glance made Josh uncomfortable.

Then he remembered what they knew about some of the PWP folks who worked for the gym. “Oh, hell. You’re one of them, aren’t you?” The guy’s expression cooled. “One of who?”

“Chloe’s woo-woo friends.”

The big guy’s eyes narrowed, but before he could move, another man joined him at the desk. This one was more slender, extremely handsome, with long hair held back by a band. He should have looked effeminate, but instead he seemed even more manly, which was weird.

“Is there a problem here?” His bright blue eyes invited a smile, but the hard look behind his easy mien said wonders.

“Chloe’s dude has a problem with gays.”

“What? Oh.” Josh grinned, his eyes unsmiling. “Nah, I just have a problem with steroid abusers who look where they shouldn’t.” He glanced down at the sleeve of his jacket, where the man had held him. “Caught an eyeful, did you?” Before the guy could say anything, the smaller man pushed him away.

“Nathan, go help somebody lift something. Take your steroid self inside.” The large male moved but sent a frown over his shoulder.

“Sorry about that. I’m Ian Ryder, Chloe’s best friend.” Ian held out his hand, and Josh took it.

“Josh Cannon. Chloe’s fiancé.”

Ian paused and slowly released Josh’s hand. “Fiancé, eh? Oh man, is this going to be good.” He yelled over his shoulder for Nathan and Avery.

Nathan and another man returned, the second man just as big and brutal-looking as Nathan. But when Avery saw Josh, he laughed.

“Congrats, man.” He turned to Ian. “Can you imagine? Twins.” Ian sighed. “She has all the luck.” To Josh, he said, “Come on in, and I’ll show you around. If Chloe’s keeping you, you’ll want to see everything.” Knowing Xavier had Chloe protected, Josh moved with Ian inside the PowerUp! gym. To his surprise, the place had an elegant feel yet still looked like a real gym, where a guy could get a workout. Free weights, Nautilus stations, exercise bikes, and treadmills were positioned in easy access areas around the spacious middle. Above them, a small indoor track sat.

“Twelve laps to a mile. It’s not big, but the track gets a lot of work.” Ian greeted a few fitness buffs as he continued through the gym. Then Ian led him down a side corridor, past a section marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. He pulled Josh with him into a smaller room used for changing clothes.

“Uh, Ian? What gives?”

“Hold on.” Ian turned to a section in the wall and pushed, and a partition slid aside to reveal another door.

“Nice.” Josh nodded. “Fits with what we know of the PWP.”

“She told you?”

“Nope.”

Ian considered him for a moment. “You’re one of us, aren’t you? Not PWP, but a mental case.”

Josh chuckled. “You could say that.”

“Figures.” He unlocked the door with a quick movement of his fingers over a discreet keypad, then preceded Josh down the stairs. The door closed behind them, but the lights showed the way. “Let me tell you, if I could be straight for anybody, it’d be for Chloe. Treat her right, or I’ll make your life a living hell.” A lightbulb clicked. “You must be Frank. From Brownville.” The slender male grinned over his shoulder. “She mentioned me, then?” Josh snorted. “In between rantings. She’s convinced you’ve totally disorganized her happy chaos of an office, as she likes to call it.”

“Chaos, right. The woman has a bad case of OCD. Everything in its place and all that crap.” Ian guided them down another hall, where they passed a few other people, some of whom he’d seen in his visions with Chloe. Every one of them looked to be in incredible shape.

Then he spotted Keegan and James. He lifted a hand to wave before catching Keegan’s wary glance at Ian.

“Someone you know, Josh?” Ian blinked with innocence, and Josh had a feeling he’d just nailed Keegan’s coffin.

“Nope. He looks familiar, though.”

“I bet he does,” Ian said loudly enough to be heard.

Before Keegan could bear down on the guy, James corralled Keegan past Ian and up the same stairs from which Josh and Ian had just come.

“In here. You’ll want to meet Chloe’s boss. And maybe yours soon too?” Ian paused in front of a thick oak door, then pushed it open without knocking.

“Sorry. I’m happily employed elsewhere.”

“But your boss has control issues, I’m told.” Jack Keiser stood behind his desk, and Josh’s eyes narrowed. The body he recognized as Chloe’s boss, but those eyes…

He’d seen this guy, looking a lot different, laughing with his father a few times.

Years ago, back when his dad had done a few jobs for the government. So. Keiser was his name, not Jonathan Grant.

No wonder his dad had been able to dig up so much on the PWP.

“I take it you two know each other?” Ian’s nose might as well have been twitching. Chloe had been right. He was too smart for his own good.

“Ian,” Jack warned.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

“And next time, knock first, or I’ll put your head through my wall.” That Jack didn’t look like he was kidding occurred to Josh and Ian.

“Uh, right. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Ian disappeared in a heartbeat.

Josh chuckled. “Well, Mr. Grant, nice to see your disposition is the same as the last time I saw you.”

The guy smirked and closed the door behind Josh. “Have a seat, Cannon.” Josh did and waited for Jack. “So you think you’re taking my Chloe, hmm?” Jack sat, leaned back in his chair, and linked his hands behind his head.

“Jesus, what do they feed you guys around here?” He couldn’t believe the size of Chloe’s boss. Seated, he should have looked smaller. But Josh had seen bears with less breadth.

“If you know anything about the PWP, you know we have to work out to keep our abilities in check. Some of us need it more than others.” He paused. “I take it Chloe’s working out regularly.”

Josh couldn’t help smiling. “Oh yeah.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Ah, to be young again.”

The guy couldn’t have been more than ten years older than Josh, but he acted like he was ancient. Josh shrugged. “I just thought I’d swing by and check out Chloe’s work. She’s hanging with my brother right now. And I wanted to talk to you about her situation.”

Jack leaned forward. “You’re done with the Werlins, right? Price and Foreman evened the playing field?”

“Ah, well…” Josh didn’t bother lying, not when he saw through Jack’s blasé question. “You sent them.”

“I might have left out her coordinates so that anyone with little regard to privacy could steal them.”

Josh grinned. “They don’t know you set them up.”

“Yes, and the thought that I might know they disobeyed my orders will torture them for days.” Jack shook his head. “Keegan’s such a pain in my ass. But he and Foreman are a real go-to team to get the job done.” He paused. “You’re not planning on joining us, are you?”

“Nope.”

“And you’re not going to try to make Chloe leave?”

“Not at all. I just wanted to come by and say hi. I didn’t realize you were her boss.”

“She’s dictatorial, short, and has a big mouth.”

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Mine and Xavier’s,” Josh warned.

Jack didn’t so much as blink. “I thought so. I knew you Cannons would be a problem at some point. Stealing my best night manager. I suppose you’re going to expect me to switch her out to days.”

“Only if she wants it. She’s high on the real job you guys do, and she needs to keep doing it.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”

“Yeah, oh. Her voices and mine like to talk. She’s happy here, so she stays. The minute she wants out, she’s gone.” Josh wasn’t making an idle threat. Jack needed to know that Chloe was part of something more than his team.

To Josh’s surprise, Jack didn’t argue. “I can live with that. We’re not government anymore, Josh. I tried to tell your father that before we arrived. I don’t think he believed me.” Jack’s lips twitched. “Stubborn bastard. Just like his sons. I wish you the best with Chloe.” His eyes crinkled, and an honest-to-God smile curled his mouth. “She’s a pistol. And she deserves to be cared for. Screw with her, and she’ll make your life a living hell. Not to mention what the guys here will do to you.”

Josh smiled. “I gathered that. I met Ian. I don’t think you need to say anymore.”

“Yeah. He’s little but a real annoyance.” Jack sighed. “But look, if you guys ever need anything, call me.”

“Same goes. The Cannons are at your disposal.” The offer was anything but casual, and the gleam in Jack’s eyes told Josh he knew it.

“Damn. The old man sent you, didn’t he?”

Josh stood. “He might have mentioned I should stop by. He’s been on me for weeks to sign up for a membership. My application is upstairs with some Neanderthal named Nathan. Your staff has a lot of attitude. Might want to work on that.”

Jack sighed. “I’m trying. Believe me. Wait one.” Jack grabbed a file from his desk and handed it to Josh. “While you three have been fending off some bullies in the mountains, my guys have done some digging into Psycho Stan. Read up on him.

We’ve got a serious problem that needs to be handled. I’m giving you, your brother, and Chloe the benefit of the doubt on this. But don’t think for a minute my team won’t be with you when we take him down.”

Josh gripped the file in hand, frustrated he’d have to wait to read it until he got home. God forbid he see something vital without Chloe present. She’d probably gut him like a fish. “Thanks, Jack. I’ll let you know what we plan as soon as we work out the details.”

Jack nodded and walked him out of the office and back upstairs. The other staffers watched him with caution while Josh shared the story of Chloe berating his brother for nearly getting himself killed, when she’d been in just as much danger.

“That’s our Chloe. She gets annoyed when the people she loves are in danger.” Josh brightened at the thought. “That she does.” They paused at the front desk, where Ian and Nathan pretended to be heavily occupied with something on the computer.

“Tell her I’ll see her first thing after New Year’s.” Jack grew serious. “There’s just one other thing to take care of before she comes back.”

“It’s being handled.”

“You don’t need any help with that?”

Josh glanced over to see Ian and Nathan no longer pretending not to eavesdrop. The pair looked fierce, no doubt aware he and Jack discussed Chloe’s stalker. “Nope. Xavier and I have it covered. Chloe’s voices don’t fuck around when it comes to her safety.”

Jack nodded, looking more than satisfied. “That’s what I thought.

Outstanding.” To Nathan, he barked, “Set him and his brother up. Waive the application fee. First month is on us as well.” Nathan blinked at Josh and grinned. “Sure thing, boss.” He turned to Josh. “So you and your brother are twins, hmm?”

Ian chuckled. Jack grumbled and left.

Josh explained in no uncertain terms, “We’re Chloe’s. Both of us.”

“That lucky, lucky girl.” Nathan winked, purposely baiting him.

Then Avery returned. “Hey, anybody here have a sudden hankering for gum?” Chloe tapped her foot as Xavier tried to wriggle out of another excuse. Hanging around in his parents’ house wasn’t going to save him from an argument.

“I want to know where he went, Xavier.”

“Baby, we’re just trying to protect you.”

“Dammit. I don’t need protection. I keep telling you that, but—” His father passed through the dining room, whistling. She waited until he left before she yelled at Xavier again. This time without making a sound.

“Enough is enough. No one has seen this guy anywhere. We need to draw him out, and you know I’m right.”

“But you in danger… I can’t do it. On the job, I get. But knowingly setting you up when we’ve seen him hurt you?” Xavier drew her close for a hug and laid his forehead against hers. “Honey, I’m in love with you. I can’t lose you now.”

“You won’t.”

Mike passed through again. Whistling even louder.

“Why does he keep doing that?”

Xavier grinned. “He’s trying to save my ass from doing something stupid and scaring you away for good.”

She grinned with him. “Well, he’s not very subtle,” she said aloud.

The whistling ceased.

“Xavier, I promise. We’ll take every precaution, but I can’t sit around while the major holidays and the rest of life bypass us. Hell, Christmas is in two days, and I still haven’t gotten anyone anything.”

“Now that’s just not true. What about that gift you gave me this morning?” She blushed and glanced around her, recalling the stellar blowjob that had him crying out her name. “You don’t have any mind readers in the family, do you?”

“Just Dana, but she’s not here tonight.”

“Thank God.”

He chuckled and kissed her.

She pushed his chest and broke the kiss. “Don’t start. I want to sit down and plan this out. Your Christmas present to me is catching this creep. He’s waiting for me. You know it, and I know it. Now let’s nail him down and take him out.

Permanently.”

“Hell.”

“Yeah, of my making. Now where is Josh?”

When Josh returned two hours later, she gave him a piece of her mind. He took it in stride, even managing to look repentant when his parents pretended to scowl at him. His other brothers gathered with them around the large dining room table. Kyle and Justin, the twins. And Sam, their middle brother.

Then Josh handed them the file Jack had given him. The lighthearted warmth previously lingering in the room turned cold as the family and Chloe pored through the pages her team had gathered.

After going through all of it, Chloe didn’t know what to say.

“He’s bad news.” Julia shook her head. “Steward Hopkins, age thirty-two, no wife, no kids. A middle manager at the local grocery store. He looks so average, doesn’t he?”

“I’ve seen him at the gym.” Chloe had a hard time swallowing. This man, this monster, had smiled at her and made small talk whenever he’d come in to work out.

How could she not have seen how evil he was?

Xavier stood up and left the room. He returned a minute later with a glass of water. “Drink.”

“Thanks.” She swallowed the whole glass without pause. “God. This guy is a freak of the first order.” She took a closer look at the papers. “Nathan is a genius.”

“Nathan?” Josh asked. “He didn’t look all that smart to me.”

“Be nice.” Xavier chuckled. “Tell us, Chloe.”

She explained. “Nathan’s gift is psychometry, the ability to tell certain things by touching an object. He didn’t get anything from a scrap of cloth I snagged off Psycho Stan. Or should I call him Psycho Stew?” She sighed and pointed to the information in the file. “But when he touched the shirt I’d been wearing when I’d been attacked, the part the stalker had gripped at the collar, he caught a lot of detail.”

Mike Cannon leaned over her and grimaced at the pictures on the table. “At least ten bodies that they know of? All petite women with dark hair, from what it looks like. Sorry to say you fit his type.”

“Yeah.” Chloe made a face. “But the other info the guys dug up shows him moving all over the place. He’s only been in town a year, but Ian dug up some files of local missing persons he thinks might be linked to Hopkins. And from what Nathan has already seen, he’s apparently linked several other names to Hopkins, places where the grocery chain has major stores and unsolved murders involving young, single women.”

She paused and stared at the picture of a smiling woman, one who might have been her twin except for her dark eyes. “Looks like when his engagement with Susan Rikers went south five years ago, he lost his marbles.”

“Makes you wonder what’s really going on in his mind.” Xavier put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

Josh frowned. “Jack didn’t mention any police involvement yet, but we’ll pass this on to the proper authorities once we deal with him.”

“Right.” Chloe made up her mind. “There’s no way we can give this to the cops yet. I know how the system works. He’ll leave again, but not before killing more before he’s locked up. If he’s locked up. Hopkins is smart. He’s gone this long without anyone knowing. And the fact that he’s able to shield himself scares the hell out of me.”

Josh agreed. “This guy is tight. I’ve tried to see into Chloe’s future, and it’s getting better, but about the stalker, it’s touch and go. When I look into him, one minute he’s like quicksand and the next he’s crystal clear. Leaving him alive is like inviting people to die. Prison won’t stop him. I can see that much at least.”

“What? What do you mean?” Chloe asked. Josh hadn’t been able to envision much about her or Hopkins, that she knew of.

“I looked in the truck before I came inside. I can see some.” He closed his eyes, and she felt a huge blanket of energy. He opened his eyes, his expression bleak. “I can see enough to know you’ll just be another number, Chloe. If we do nothing, he’ll kill you, and he’ll kill after you. But this time, he’ll stray from his pattern. The next woman will look like you, except for the baby in her belly.” Everyone tensed. “And what he’ll do to her…” Josh looked away, pale and unnerved.

“So we stop him. Now how do we do it?” Chloe and the others finished their evening together by putting a plan into motion, one even his family—most of them—agreed with.

Kyle and Justin thought the idea a good one. Justin nodded at Xavier and Josh. “You two are so lucky. We never had the whole identical swap thing going for us.” He looked sad.

Kyle sighed, and the oppressive atmosphere that had worn on Chloe since she’d seen that folder of Jack’s eased.

“Like I could use another pair of identical twins. Please.” Julia groaned. “Bad enough Xavier and Joshua could get away with it. At least you two aren’t identical.” Kyle glared at Justin as if their being born fraternal was his fault.

Chloe bit back a grin. “Right. Well, I still think Hopkins will go ape-shi—” She stopped when she realized she couldn’t say ape-shit in front of Xavier and Joshua’s mother. “He’ll go crazy when he sees me with Josh. We’ll hide Xavier under the bed, like in the vision. Then when Hopkins attacks, we have the advantage over him.”

“Really? So are we making out in your bedroom before or after your stalker stabs you?” Josh asked with enough sarcasm to choke a horse.

“Josh, we talked about this.”

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it. You just have to do it,” she said in a hard voice.

“Dammit, Josh.” Xavier seethed. “None of us likes this. But we can’t start until we finish this.”

“Start what?”

Julia shook her head. “I swear, they’re smarter than this, Chloe.” She turned to Josh. “A life, sweetie. Chloe and you two need to put an end to this man before he kills more people.”

Chloe looked at their mother. Had the woman she’d been afraid to swear in front of just told her sons to end a man, as in, his life? “You mean put him in jail, right?”

“I mean end him. Period. My boys know what to do.” Chloe blinked. “I thought doctors were all about saving lives.”

“We are. This man isn’t human.” Julia frowned. “From what that file has shown us, Hopkins has already killed at least ten women.” Mike nodded. “We’ve seen this before, and I know you have.” While with the police department in Florida, Chloe had seen a lot of bad people. But she’d come into contact with only a few true crazies. Most criminals tended to be folks who made bad decisions. Then again, that psycho killer from two months ago had tried to kill her and her friends. Him she wouldn’t have minded gutting. “Okay. You make a good point. So who’s with me?” She locked gazes with Josh and refused to look away. “I’m going. So you’re either with me, or you’re staying home. Your choice.”

Josh fumed. She could practically see the steam coming from his ears. “I’ll be in the damn car.”

“He means truck,” Xavier said absently as he stared after his twin. “I’ll be out there with him.”

He left Chloe with his parents and his younger brothers.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t really want to do this. But I have to,” she told the others. She wouldn’t be human if she weren’t afraid. But she knew that with Xavier and Josh by her side, she could fix this. Could make sure Hopkins didn’t kill anymore. She’d been given a gift, and it was time for her to use it again.

Kyle and Justin nodded. “We get it,” Kyle said. “But Josh… This isn’t sitting well with him.”

“Xavier either,” Justin said. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.” The twins rose and left together, arguing about something. She’d noticed the two tended to do that a lot. Sam remained behind with his parents.

“You’ll be fine, honey.” Julia hugged her. Another of those signs of affection Chloe couldn’t get enough of. She’d missed her mom so much for so long. And Julia acted genuinely happy to have her in the family. So interested in her, as if she cared about her as a person and not just the woman her sons intended to marry. Chloe still wasn’t sure how she could legally wed both of them, but his parents insisted they could make it work.

Mike and Julia walked her to the door. “Don’t you worry. We’ll be hanging around when it goes down to make sure you’re all right.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. This guy is smart, and we think he’s psychically gifted. We can’t get a bead on him.”

“Sure you can,” Sam said from behind her. “Give me another day, and I’ll tell you exactly where he is.”

“Sam, I don’t think—”

Sam cut his father off, and the two started arguing.

“Go on.” Julia pushed her out the door. “Don’t worry about them. It’s an ongoing thing.”

Chloe left with a kiss on her cheek, comforted to be part of a loving family.

They squabbled, but they didn’t shoot at one another. And no one seemed to be running from the law on charges of murder or grand larceny. So far so good.

She saw Josh and Xavier frowning at one another and sighed. After opening the door, she climbed over Xavier and sat between him and Josh. A funny thing, she thought as they drove away in silence. Ever since Xavier had first communicated with her, she’d been able to tell the two apart. Yet even his parents and siblings still got them confused.

That more than anything seemed to seal the deal for their parents about her.

“I love you guys, you know that?” Their frowns lightened but didn’t completely disappear, and she continued. “I want a life with you two. I can’t stop thinking about one day having babies.”

The frowns turned to sly grins.

“Yeah, I know how much you two like to practice making them. But I’m serious. I can’t let this guy, or any others we meet in the future, run our lives. If we don’t take control, we’ll always be at the mercy of someone or something else. I’ve done that, lived most of my young life in the shadow of thugs and my father. I’m done with that. That’s why I became a cop, why I joined the PWP.” She put her hands on their knees and squeezed. “It’s why you two gave me the information I’ve needed to put the bad guys away and protect myself. Josh, I trust you’ll see what you need to to keep me safe. And Xavier, I trust you’ll be there to protect me when I need it. Together, all three of us will take this bastard down.” She grinned. “Like your mom said. We need to end him.”

“Man, she’s good,” Xavier said to Josh.

“I know.” Josh still sounded glum. “But if you want to really draw this bastard in, we do it my way.”

“As long as it involves elements from your vision, I’m good with it.” She paused. “Sam said he’d help too.” When Josh and Xavier looked at one another, she raised a brow. “Okay, out with it. Your dad didn’t seem too happy about his interference either.”

Josh tightened his hands on the wheel. “Sam has a special ability.”

“We all do, but Sam’s is more dangerous when he uses it.” Xavier explained,

“He can astral project. He leaves his body and sees whatever he needs to. Not sure how he does it, but a few times he’s had a problem getting back—to his body. It’s kind of scary, let me tell you.”

“Hell.”

“Yeah.” Josh sighed. “But if he volunteered, I’m not going to turn him down.”

“Me neither.” Xavier nodded. “The boy gets more and more control the more he uses his ability. But my father’s a huge worrier. He’s more a mother hen than Mom.”

“Yeah. I get that. She was all Dirty Harry about ending Psycho Stan. She’s a little scary.”

They grinned at her.

Xavier lowered his voice. “Yeah. So treat her sons right or suffer the wrath of Doctor Death.”

Chloe paused. “You do mean Doctor Death in an alliterative way and not literally, right?”

The silence made her think hard about joining this most unusual family. For all of two seconds. “Damn. I think I love you guys even more.”

Chapter Ten

Josh felt much better about things now that they knew what the bastard looked like. Sam had done well. They’d had enough of a head start to wave Chloe and Josh—her new boyfriend—under Hopkins’s nose before the asshole managed to disappear once more. But now that they had his scent, Josh knew they’d catch the guy.

To say it was an odd way to spend a Christmas Eve was an understatement, but if it got rid of the asshole, he was all in. Well, now that they were doing things his way.

He and Xavier had gone round and round about his vision, and Josh thought it now made sense. Even Chloe had agreed.

She wore the same shirt he’d seen in his vision, one of his overlarge flannel shirts, and a pair of panties. That was it. Xavier had been hiding in her house all day, getting ready for the big moment. The poor bastard had to be uncomfortable, but he’d endured it without protest. Well, without audible protest. He’d bitched like a motherfucker to Josh about it all damn day long.

Josh had spent Christmas Eve walking around town with Chloe, now a veritable winter wonderland with all the accumulated snow. He’d kissed her in public, patted her ass enough that he’d annoyed her and successfully staked his claim, and still managed to buy her a few things she’d hemmed and hawed over without her knowing.

“The guy’s off his rocker with jealousy. He was frothing at the mouth with it,” Sam had told them earlier in the day.

So now Josh and Chloe stood in her bedroom, laying it on thick, or at least trying to. They needed to make their loving look real, but Josh’s attention remained splintered between her and her stalker.

“I felt him enter the house an hour before you got here, but he threw some weird kind of psychic blanket over me. He’s here in the bedroom, but I don’t know where.

It’s weird. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him,” Xavier sent them both. “I just wish I knew exactly what more he can do than shield himself. Damn. Never mind me. The floor’s hard, and you get to make out with Chloe. Well, bro, make it look real.” Chloe frowned at Josh, glaring at him to make his move. But he couldn’t. Not with that bastard watching. How could he expose Chloe to that kind of sickness?

He’d swear he could feel the fucker getting excited. Sexually aroused just from the sight of her.

Or was that just him sexually aroused?

He buzzed inside, awkward and needy and just plain weirded out.

“I don’t know if I want to change my name.”

He frowned at Chloe. “Huh?” Talk about an out-of-the-blue comment.

“When we get married.”

He froze. She’d attracted Xavier’s full attention as well. “Say that again.”

“When we get married, I don’t know if I want to change my name.” The thought of Mrs. Chloe Cannon gave Josh chills, the good kind. “Bullshit.

You’re taking my name.” Our name. A surge of aggression hit him hard.

Chloe toyed with the buttons of her shirt, and Josh sucked in a breath. Her tits were unbound and played havoc with his control. Chloe had large breasts, and when she didn’t wear a bra, she attracted more than her share of notice. “How about you convince me, Joshie?”

Joshie? Despite the hated nickname, his dick rose. “Why should I?” He couldn’t stop staring at her hand toying with the buttons at her breast. “Xavier, by all that’s holy, keep an eye out, would you? I feel him here, but I can’t see him.”

“Me too. Don’t worry. I always get the shit jobs, but I come through in the end, don’t I?”

“I know. It’s just…I feel weird. He’s doing something to me, I think.”

“I don’t care. Use it, because this ends tonight. Make it look real with Chloe, damn you. Like that’s a stretch.”

“Why should you?” Chloe drew him back to her with those husky words.

“Because you want me on my knees sucking down your cum, don’t you?” She chewed her lower lip and looked at him from beneath her lashes. Damn if she didn’t seem really into this, the danger ratcheting her arousal. He knew the signs, because he felt the same.

The same and more. A perverted sense of entitlement and arousal filled him like a disease. “Bro, the family’s out there, right?”

“For God’s sake, just do her. Yes, they’re out there. So are a few of her people.

It’s up to you to draw the guy in, I’m telling you. Remember, you’re not in the picture when she’s in the vision, but I am. So do her, then split. We’ll take it from there.” Chloe drew her shirt apart and played with herself. Her fingers delved between her legs. “Come on, baby. You know how I get when I’m horny.”

“Oh man,” Xavier moaned within the walls of Josh’s mind.

He didn’t need to see any more. “Fuck. I’ll show you why you should change your mind. Turn around,” he growled.

She raised a brow.

“I said turn around.” Josh ripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He didn’t wear underwear, so when he parted his jeans, his cock met instant relief from the pressure of denim.

“Up on your toes and spread your legs.” He didn’t think he sounded like himself, and by the look on Chloe’s face, she thought the same.

Except instead of looking scared, she looked crafty. Strangely satisfied.

Pleased when she obeyed, he took a good long look at her legs and ass and stroked himself.

I hope this asshole is getting a show.

He hadn’t expected Xavier to answer. “He’s here, and he’s watching. The closet, I think. Chloe, do you have a crawl space up there?”

“Yes,” she answered. “In the closet, but I need a ladder to reach it.” She paused.

“Oh my God. I think I see a hole on the wall above my closet door. He’s got to be looking through that. The team is watching the house, and no one else is in here.

Josh and I already checked.”

“Yeah, well, it’s the only place that makes sense,” Xavier hissed. “This sucks. I don’t like hiding down here while you’re in danger.” Josh hurried to interrupt, caught between his lust and his need to make sure they didn’t alter the vision he’d seen. “Don’t do anything but wait, Xavier. Please. If you change anything, you could kill her.”

“I won’t. Do it, Josh. Get her off, and make it work.” Xavier remained alert; Josh trusted his brother like no one else. He pushed all thought from his mind but Chloe.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice higher than normal and breathless.

“I see that pretty cunt. You’re wet, aren’t you?” He knelt down and continued to masturbate while he inspected her. He leaned closer and licked her, closing his eyes as he fought the urge to come. “God, you make me so hard just being around you. Your pussy is needy, baby. So how about it? Mrs. Cannon sounds good to me.” No matter how that psychic monster tried to spin things, at this moment with Chloe, it was all about Josh and his lover. Nothing more mattered to him.

Her breath hitched. “I-I don’t know. Convince me.” He rose and dragged his hands up her thighs, over her ass, and higher up her back. He lifted the shirt off her sculpted body and ground his naked cock between her cheeks. As he did, he reached around her to palm her breasts, loving the hardness of her nipples.

“I can make you want it. Maybe I can fuck the yes out of you. Would you like that?” he whispered overloud into her ear and smiled when Xavier moaned in his mind.

She rubbed her ass against him, and he saw stars.

“Oh shit.” He was no longer playing for her voyeur but for Chloe. He wanted to see her come, to feel her ripple around him.

“Please. I need you inside me.”

“Yeah, you do, Mrs. Cannon.”

Josh let go of her breasts and gripped her hips. He bent her forward and had to lift her up to manage. But Chloe barely weighed anything. The utter domination in this position aroused him to no end.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Feel me?” He nudged his cockhead into the entrance to her pussy, loving the warm cream suddenly coating him. “Feel how hard you make me, Mrs. Cannon.”

She moaned, and he pulled her down, seating his cockhead inside her.

“More,” she begged.

“You’re damn right more.” He speared her in one hard thrust. “You stare at the goddamn wall and take it. Take all of my cock.” Fucking her like a man possessed, Josh consumed. But a part of him knew. He didn’t give a thought to her climax, only to getting off and filling her with enough cum to overwhelm her birth control. To impregnate her and force her to bend to his will. The force part of his fantasy felt foreign, though, giving him enough doubt to remain in control.

He could never in good conscience force Chloe to do anything, not unless she gave her express consent to some rough play. And this was anything but a fantasy.

It was a trap to set up a serial killer.

The odd sensation of possession stole through him, and as he fucked her harder and harder, he reached out to his brother.

Xavier answered. “I know. It’s him, but you’re in control. Just let him think it’s him. Damn it. I’m going to come in my pants again. You owe me for this, Josh. You both do,” he added to Chloe.

“I think…oh fuck. I’m coming. So hard…” Josh shouted as he came, pumping into Chloe with an animalistic need so driving, he couldn’t stop. Her cry of release gratified him, because no matter what, she wanted him. But damn if something—or someone—hadn’t ramped up his libido to the extreme.

To his shock, the room blurred. He could hear the bastard dropping from his place in the closet, could sense that Xavier knew it too. But neither of them could move, caught in the lust between them and Chloe. It was then that he felt the pinch at his neck. Despite everything, he hadn’t felt the bastard step behind him. Hadn’t seen a thing but Chloe’s fine ass.

“Dropping…out. All yours, bro.”

“Got it. I’m good now. Bastard is heightened by the sex. Now move,” Xavier ordered, and Josh felt free to let go. As he withdrew from Chloe’s body and fell back onto the bed with Hopkins’s help, he heard Xavier add, “Chloe, get ready. He’s behind you.”

Chloe had heard the bastard leave the closet the moment the door had shifted, its squeak no longer noisy. No doubt the psycho had oiled it to be quiet. Oddly enough, she didn’t think Josh had sensed him. Hopkins had done something to her man, and she didn’t like it. Oh, she loved the orgasm, but it didn’t seem right. That and Xavier’s mental shouts to beware had done more to help her than anything.

The moment Josh withdrew, she readied for action, though she kept her body intentionally loose.

“Josh? Can I turn around now?” she asked in a purr, completely aware of the much smaller hand now gripping her shoulder.

“No, baby. Let me do it again. I’m so hungry for you.” Another man’s voice, another man’s hand touching her ass, and she’d had enough. “You fucking whore.”

“Chloe, move now!” Xavier’s warning came just in time.

She twisted to the right, and the blade that would have stabbed her between her shoulder blades hit her shoulder instead. She staggered away as Xavier shot her stalker’s ankles from beneath the bed. Then another four shots hit the bastard one right after the other in the heart. Kill shots, dead center.

From the bed, Josh stared up with a dazed expression, aiming the gun that had been hidden under her pillow at her would-be attacker before Josh slid off the bed onto the hardwood floor.

“That was oddly anticlimactic.” Relieved it was over, she pulled the knife out of her shoulder, swore at the pain, and bent down to help Xavier out from under the bed. Once he was out, she moved to Josh.

But Xavier shoved her aside.

She quickly rolled to her back and saw, to her shock, her attacker stand on bloodied ankles. He didn’t seem to feel his wounds, and the blank expression on his face freaked her the hell out. What the hell were they dealing with here?

“No pain, no gain,” he sang, that creepy voice forever etched into her brain.

“You’re mine, Chloe. Until I’m done with you. And I’m not done with you yet, you bitch.”

The doors downstairs slammed open, the gunshots obviously penetrating the psychic bubble that seemed to prevent others from sensing the man.

Like she remembered, Hopkins had even features and an average frame. But the sheen of crazy glittered in his eyes like emeralds. He smiled down at Josh. “Felt good, didn’t it, pretty boy? Coming inside that hot snatch? Bet it tastes even better now with us inside her.”

Josh shook his head, obviously trying to shake free of his confusion as he tried to get to his feet. Chloe wanted him to stay down. They didn’t need an unstable hero in the mix.

Hopkins reached into his pocket and withdrew a switchblade. One he pointed at Xavier. “Your turn.”

Xavier stood tall and strong in front of Chloe. “Josh, bar the door.” Josh rolled away faster than she would have thought him able and slammed the door right as Ian appeared. With a raised hand, Josh turned the antique lock and sealed them inside. “We got this,” he slurred.

Not exactly the heartening cry of support she’d hoped might calm her rescuers.

But at least this way she knew that Hopkins wouldn’t evade justice. Not now.

“Chloe!” She heard Ian, Nathan, and Keegan calling her name. And she knew there were others outside as well.

“Not yet,” she shouted. “I got this. Keegan, don’t you dare tear down the door!” The telekinetic could easily rip it away, but she had to handle this. Josh had seen her and Xavier and no others. Who knew what might happen if anyone else became involved? “My voices said it’s just me and them and Hopkins. Don’t fuck with me on this.” She hoped like hell she didn’t sound as shrill as she thought she did. But she couldn’t stomach the thought of anyone else dying at the hands of this psycho. And certainly not her friends.

“Oh goodie. You know my name.” Instead of sounding worried, Hopkins laughed with delight. “We’ll put it on our wedding invitations in blue and gold.

Whore takes Hopkins as wife.”

Chloe was really getting tired of being called a whore. The anger helped stave off the fear inside her.

“We got this,” Xavier yelled as he ducked the blade aimed at his throat.

Hopkins had an uncanny ability at hand-to-hand combat.

What surprised her even more—so did Xavier. She’d seen him and Josh in the woods and knew the pair could hunt. But his skill at bare-knuckle brawling astounded her.

Despite sharing the dizziness Josh must have felt, Xavier met her stalker blow for blow, avoiding the knife while backing the bastard into the corner. Chloe used the distraction to grab the pistol Josh had dropped.

Hopkins slashed at Xavier. He managed to draw blood before Xavier reassessed the situation enough to avoid more than that wound to his forearm.

She fired twice at Hopkins’s legs, but nothing happened. The gun must have jammed. She worked to free the bullets and reload the magazine. “Fuck.” Then she saw Xavier’s pistol near their enemy’s feet. Josh recognized the danger at the same instant. As if reading her mind, he rolled for it at the same time Hopkins threw the knife at him.

Xavier intercepted the psycho, and Josh and caught the blade in the meat of his arm. He fell just as Hopkins picked up the gun.

But Chloe was two steps ahead of him. She’d cleared the rounds and reinserted the magazine, never more glad of her time served as a cop who lived and breathed her pistol. She fired a bullet right between Hopkins’s eyes. And if that wouldn’t stop him, she’d keep shooting until the fucker flat-out died.

The single bullet did the trick. As he fell, she noticed the protrusion of what looked like a protective vest underneath his shirt, explaining his ability to resist four bullets to the chest earlier. The ankles, though, those wounds should have incapacitated him.

Banging on the door alerted her to hurry up before they broke it down. “I’m good. We’re fine. Hold on,” she yelled.

Thankfully, they didn’t bust down her door. She buttoned up the shirt she wore while Xavier helped Josh tuck himself back into his jeans and button up. All she needed was for her friends to see her and Josh half naked.

“With cum dripping down your leg,” Xavier added and tossed a T-shirt at her.

She realized she’d been thinking out loud.

She cleaned up, blushing like crazy, and threw on a pair of sweatpants as Xavier unlocked and opened the door.

Five men tried to bust through the opening at the same time. It would have been comical had she not been so keyed up on adrenaline and worried about what Hopkins had done to Josh.

“There’s a car waiting downstairs,” Ian said quickly.

“Good,” Xavier growled. “We need to get Josh to a hospital. The idiot got himself drugged.” “After he got to come inside you. Next time I’m playing bait while he hides under the bed.”

Xavier sounded cranky and out of sorts but otherwise healthy. The blood dripping down his arm didn’t bother her as much as Josh’s near-comatose state.

Xavier saw the direction of her worry and swore.

“And again I’m bleeding, and he gets all the concern. You owe me, Chloe,” he started whining as Ian prodded him out the door. “I’m wounded, and she goes to him. Again.”

“I know. Women. Why do you think I prefer men?” she heard Ian say as he escorted Xavier downstairs.

“I love you, Xavier. I’m worried about you too. I swear.”

“Well, okay, then.” He sounded sulky until he laughed. “Had you going, didn’t I?”

“Jerk.”

“Witch.” He paused. “Don’t worry. I can feel what my bonehead brother feels.

He’ll probably wake up with a hell of a headache, but he’s okay. Just sleeping it off.” She sighed with relief. And then Keegan shoved everyone else out of the way and lifted Josh up again. Like déjà vu. She burst into tears and scared the hell out of her boss, who’d surprised her by showing up. She didn’t really mean it, but the tears acted as a kind of catharsis, and she felt much better. Too, she was freaking Jack out. And she liked it.

“You are one evil woman, Chloe King.” Xavier laughed with her as Jack went out of his way to calm her down. “No wonder I love you.”

* * *

“Tell me again how much you love me.” More than a week later, Xavier was really making her pay for staying behind with Josh. Not that his mother hadn’t healed all three of them easily once they’d been taken to her clinic.

She sighed, and Josh snickered. “I love you. Idiot.”

“I heard that. I’m so heartbroken, I don’t know if I can manage.” Josh had catered to Xavier for a good week, feeling guilty over making his brother handle most of the crap that night while he’d had all the fun with Chloe.

Chloe tried to glare at him. “You can manage. I said I’d take your last name, didn’t I?”

They grinned at her like fools. In a desperate attempt to put Xavier in a better mood, she’d relented to changing her name…when they got married. At this point, it was more like an if they got married. She’d moved into their home, had consented to living with them while she spent time getting to know their weird family. A family she loved like her own. Those Cannons really knew how to throw a Christmas party.

“Chloe. I feel so unloved.” Xavier’s wicked grin made him less than believable.

Josh smiled and leaned back against the door in the changing room leading to the employee’s hallway.

“Guys, I thought you wanted to see where I train.” They stood in the same changing room with the hidden door leading to the secret downstairs facility. Jack’s one concession to being all James Bondish. This hidden entrance. She’d teased him about it unmercifully since they’d opened. Too bad she had yet to get a rise out of him. Even when she’d been crying all over him last week, he’d just patted her back harder.

Josh sighed. “Chloe, I hate to say it, but my brother has a point. I remember seeing a lot of blood.”

“Yes, blood,” Xavier said sadly.

“I think you owe him some tenderness, don’t you?”

“You have been less than compassionate lately.” Xavier fought a grin.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, it’s hard to play along with you laughing.” He coughed to hide his smile and blinked hard. “I think I’m going to cry.”

“Okay. I give. What can I do to make it all better?” She hadn’t expected him to whip out his cock. In a dressing room her peers could enter at any moment. “Good God, Xavier. Put that thing away.”

“I would, but it hurts. It’s so unloved lately.” The bastard turned her on in spite of herself, and he knew it.

“Come on, Chloe. Better do it fast before someone catches you,” Josh whispered. Then he pushed down his sweatpants to reveal an equally hard cock. He took the towel from around his neck and held it close. And she knew he planned to come while she blew his twin.

“Oh hell.” Not even pretending she didn’t want it, she dropped to her knees and took Xavier to the back of her throat.

He hissed his appreciation. “Yes. God, Chloe. Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Because he does. Shit. That tongue just kills me.” Josh moaned, that gravelly sound in the back of his throat that never failed to get her going.

Then Xavier wrapped his hand in her hair and started fucking her mouth.

Since that night in her bedroom, when the guys had discovered how much she liked it a little rough, they’d been driving her crazy with their shows of dominance. The hair thing made her wild.

“Do it,” Xavier whispered. “Get yourself off while I come in your mouth.”

She moaned and shoved her hand beneath her shorts and underwear. She fingered herself, not surprised to feel herself so slick.

Xavier tightened his hold on her hair. His balls felt hard under her palm. Then she gripped the base of his cock and sucked harder while she rubbed herself with faster fingers.

“Oh yeah. That’s good. Here it comes,” Josh warned, out of breath, and came into his gym towel.

At the same instant, Xavier poured into her mouth, his cock so big and thick, she could do nothing but swallow as he released. Knowing she’d brought them both pleasure, tasting her lover, pushed her over the edge. She came and swallowed the last bit of Xavier before he withdrew.

Her pleasure left her throbbing. And consumed with joy.

“Let me.” Josh folded the towel, pulled down her shorts and panties, and used the clean side to wipe her up. “You get so wet. If we weren’t already behind on our tour, I’d eat you out and watch you come again.”

“Dibs.” Xavier held up a hand.

Josh set her clothing to rights. “Bro, I just facilitated an A plus blowjob for you. You can’t call dibs.”

“Can too. I just did. And don’t act all self-sacrificing. You got off just as much as I did.” As they turned the argument into a silent battle of words, Chloe smiled ear to ear. They playfully fought…over her. Could she get a better present than that?

Their first Christmas together had been magical. She didn’t know when they’d done it, but her lovers had purchased the matching rings they all now wore. She suspected Rory, Keegan and James’s wife-slash-lover, had something to do with it.

But the closemouthed woman had only smiled and refused to say anything more than “welcome to the club.”

Though their wedding hadn’t been scheduled yet because her lovers hadn’t figured out which of them she’d marry, Chloe knew it would happen. She’d never been so happy in her life, and she had her voices to thank.

“You will marry your choice of perfect men,” she heard the familiar voice, but this time Xavier’s loving tones framed the order.

“But I don’t know which one to pick,” she teased as she unlocked the door and they walked downstairs. Out loud, she expressed the concern she still had.

Relationships were hard enough with two people. Add a third to the mix, and you had a recipe for problems. “I’m afraid whoever I pick will hurt the other person not chosen.”

Xavier and Josh stopped her when they reached the floor.

“Chloe, we love you. We don’t—”

“Want you to worry. Xavier and I—”

“Talked it out. We don’t care.” Xavier shared a grin with his brother.

“I thought I’d need the label to feel like you were mine,” Josh admitted. “But now, knowing you love me, feeling it, is all that matters.” He kissed her.

Then Xavier kissed her.

“We love you, Chloe. Marry us.”

She blinked. Behind them stood her night crew. Ian, Nathan, and Avery stood near Jack, who waited with his arms crossed.

She looked back at her lovers. “Um, far as I know, bigamy isn’t legal.”

“It’s not.” Ian agreed. “But if you have the right papers, anything can look legal.”

Her men grinned at Ian. Chloe scowled. “Ian Ryder. You aren’t forging again, are you?” She’d arrested him at least three times before she’d made anything stick.

And then the sly bastard had evaded jail time. She still wanted to know how he’d managed that, since he’d supposedly also been on the outs with the PWP who didn’t officially exist.

Jack raised a brow at him, and he quickly backed down.

“No, no. Nothing like that.” Ian coughed. “But you know, there are ways around certain, uh, legalities.” He glanced at Josh, who nodded.

“We’ll talk to her later,” Josh and Xavier said together.

She loved when they spoke at the same time. The closeness between the three of them only continued to grow. But she’d noticed the twins’ unity tended to alarm other people.

Avery and Nathan stared from Xavier to Josh and shook their heads. Then they walked away but not after starting another argument that made little sense to Chloe.

She glanced at Jack. “Time to separate them again. Want Avery back on the day shift?”

“No. Let them work it out. We’re past the third grade.” He gave Xavier and Josh a hard look. “Treat her right, or we’ll have a heart-to-heart you won’t forget.” The cold look in his eyes even scared Chloe.

But her lovers nodded and said without a worry, “Sure thing, Jack.” Chloe had to grin. “You know, that’s the same look their mother gave me the other day when she told me the same thing.”

Jack nodded. “Julia Cannon doesn’t mess around. Guys, tell the Doctor of Death I said hi, would you?” That said, he left them, headed back into his office, and shut the door behind him.

“Like a friggin’ mole in there,” Ian murmured.

“I heard that,” Jack yelled.

“We have got to talk to Mom about that name. ‘Doctor of Death’ isn’t going to inspire a lot of confidence in her patients.” Xavier frowned.

Josh nodded.

“Time for me to head upstairs before our great lord and master shackles me below.” Ian gave Jack’s door a wary look and walked to the stairs. But before he stepped up, he shot them a sly smile. “Oh, and guys? Thanks for the show. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He popped a piece of gum in his mouth and flashed them a Doublemint wrapper. “Yum.”

Josh took a step toward him, and Ian raced up the stairs, laughing all the way.

Chloe groaned. “Oh hell. I forgot the security camera in the changing room.”

“You recorded that?” Xavier’s eyes widened.

“No one actually changes in there. We’re not all perverts, Xavier.” He laughed.

Chloe sighed. “You do realize Ian will probably make a recording.” She’d get it out of him later.

“Aren’t you at least a little bothered about that?” Xavier asked as they walked toward the training area.

“Nah. Ian’s gay.”

At that, Josh and Xavier paled, and she laughed. “Besides, I’m proud of my big stallions.” She wiggled her eyebrows at their sweatpants and ran to the middle of the training area, where Nathan and Avery sparred in the corner.

Josh tackled her to the mats, and then Xavier was there, kissing her and tickling her while Josh pinned her so she couldn’t move.

“Guys, please. This is a gym. Take it somewhere private. Really.” Nathan looked embarrassed for them.

“Yeah. We work out on those mats. Is nothing sacred?” But the smirk on Avery’s face as he eyed Josh amused the hell out of her, and she laughed even harder.

Chloe smirked. “Love me some gum.”

“She’s losing it,” Nathan said sadly and kicked at Avery’s head.

“Probably not enough exercise. Her brain’s turning to mush.” He blocked a punch and landed a blow to Nathan’s cheek that would have had Chloe’s ears ringing.

“You heard him, guys. Time to head home. I need some exercise from the Misters King.” She giggled when Josh picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “I like that. Has a nice ring, don’t you think?”

Chapter Eleven

Nathan stopped and turned with Avery to watch Chloe, their hard-assed boss, giggling as her new boyfriends, lovers, hell, fiancés, dragged her out of the gym.

“They’re going home. To have sex.” Avery said it like it was an unknown phenomenon.

“Yes, Avery,” Nathan said slowly, as if to a dimwitted child. “That’s when a man puts tab A into a woman’s slot B. Get it?”

Avery turned and punched him in the gut, hard. His blue eyes gleamed with amusement. Not ice-cold like Jack’s, Avery’s eyes reminded Nathan of sapphires, priceless and shining with a wealth of feeling.

“You keep pushing me, dimples, and one day I’m gonna give you what you’ve been asking for.”

If only. Avery was so straight he could barely color outside the lines.

“Whatever, Romeo. And quit calling me dimples,” Nathan snapped. The guy annoyed him like nobody’s business.

But he couldn’t make himself turn away from that fine ass as Avery strutted from the room like a proud peacock.

Avery said over his shoulder, “By the way, you have cleanup.” The bastard had the nerve to whistle as he left the training area.

Nathan grimaced. He’d have to wipe everything down and straighten the equipment, to include setting the weights back in their slots. And he’d already done that once tonight upstairs. Fuck, he hated cleanup. He turned to the heavy bag and started hitting. “Asshole. Always has to have the last word.”

Minutes later, after he’d worked up a good sweat, a hand on his shoulder had him turning in a heartbeat. He took his attacker to the mat and leaned into him. A little more pressure would crush his windpipe.

But Avery didn’t struggle. He had that look in his eyes, the one that signaled a prediction. The air of psychic stillness enveloped him, giving him a sweet scent Nathan could always recognize as Avery’s.

Nathan hurriedly released him and checked him over to make sure he hadn’t caused any undue damage. Screwing around or training was one thing, but he’d never take advantage of the guy like this. “Avery, man, I’m sorry. I thought you were—”

“I’m so sorry, Nathan.” Avery blinked at him, his blue eyes dark with grief.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What’s wrong?”

As he helped a shaky Avery to his feet, Jack suddenly appeared by the entrance.

“Nathan, I need to talk to you.” The boss met Avery’s eyes but said nothing.

To Nathan’s surprise, Avery didn’t leave him with Jack. He walked with him into Jack’s office and remained while Jack sat behind his desk and Nathan took a seat across from him.

“What’s up, boss? You’re making me nervous.”

Jack just stared at him. “There’s no easy way to say this.” He gave a short pause. “Your mother’s dead.”

Everyone sat in silence while the news registered.

Then Nathan laughed. “Seriously, what’s up?”

“Nathan, your mother is dead,” Jack said again, his eyes narrowed on Nathan the way a wolf watched flighty prey.

“Jack, you have my file. My mother died twenty years ago.” When he’d gone to live with his uncle. And what a nightmare that had turned out to be. If not for his aunt, he’d have gone insane.

Avery put his hand on Nathan’s shoulder, startling him. The heat from the contact sent Nathan’s pulse skyrocketing, the way it always did. He had to focus to will his erection away.

Avery explained in a soft voice, “No, Nathan. Not the woman who claimed she was your mother. Her sister, your aunt Danielle.” Nathan froze. “I just talked to her two nights ago. She’s fine.” My mother?

What the fuck?

“No. She’s not. She’s dead.” Jack paused.

Avery didn’t say anything more, and Nathan glanced up to see him exchange an odd look with Jack.

“What? Why are you two closing me out? Fucking tell me what else I need to know,” Nathan growled, tired of pulling answers from these two. Aunt Danielle isn’t dead. She’s not. I’d know it if she were.

“Nathan, the man who found her…” Avery started.

“He’s coming after you,” Jack said. “And he’s in possession of something stolen from our client that makes him very, very powerful. And more dangerous than you can believe.”

Nathan clenched his jaw. He heard the truth, though he didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t think about his aunt right now. Not if he… Whoever had killed her would regret his actions for the rest of his short-lived, miserable life.

“You say he’s coming after me. What do my aunt and I have to do with this?

What’s our connection to the client?” He still couldn’t think of her as his mother.

“It’s not your connection to the client. It’s to your past.” Jack nodded at Avery.

Avery explained, “He’s not dead, Nathan. Malcolm Dixon is very much alive.”

Memories swamped him. Fear made Nathan’s palms sweaty, but he refused to back down. He’d killed the bastard once, or at least he thought he had. He could do it again.

Before he could speak, Avery surprised him. In a calm voice, he asked Jack,

“When do we leave?”

Jack answered without hesitation. “I’ll have your transportation and all the information you need arranged for you in two days. Pack your bags. You’re going to have one hell of a New Year.”

Content

Whispered Words
PowerUp! - 3
by
Marie Harte

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven