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and his eyes narrowed.
He’d love to take her there, bent over on the hearth, her long hair
fisted in his hand, a fire heating them both... He shook his head.
It’d have to be the three of them, at least until he found a way to
convince Garret that their relationship with Megan was different,
that the rule they’d had with their other three-ways could be
modified.
    But that could wait.
    She looked at the space between the hearth
and the couch.
    He got another idea. The three of them on a
thick throw-rug in front of the fire? He’d have to put that on his
list of raunchy things to do this week. Hell, that list was getting
so long, they’d never have time to leave the house.
    She went up on tiptoes trying to catch a look
at the dozens of framed pictures of McGatlin ancestors on the
mantel. “I’d love to see these sometime.”
    “You wanna look at pictures...now?” Garret
stood at the foot of the stairs, still holding the suitcases. “Or
do you want to see what’s upstairs?”
    Turning, she smiled at them. “Upstairs,
definitely.” As she strolled over to them, she peeked in the dining
room to the right of the stairs.
    The big wood table seated twenty. It, and the
heavy chairs, had been polished to a gleam by the crew Trey hired
to detail the house.
    “Inez has been busy.” Garret looked at him.
“You didn’t work her too hard, did you?”
    Trey’s only response was to lift one brow.
Hell, Inez had been with them for fifty years. The woman was one of
the family. If she’d agree, he’d let her retire with full salary to
the little house he’d built for her upriver. But she insisted on
cooking for him. Three solid meals, seven days a week, whether it
was one of her days off or not.
    Garret glanced away. “Forget I said
that.”
    “Hm.” Trey was not in the mood to fight with
his brother right now. He patted Megan’s firm ass and pointed up
the steps. “Ignore my brother. He has a way of killing the
mood.”
    She sighed through a smile. “If you two are
going to keep bickering all the time, I’m going to wear earplugs.”
She ascended the staircase.
    Trey followed, enjoying the view of her from
that angle.
    “Bickering.” Garret’s grumble was followed by
his booted footsteps on the stairs. “Men don’t bicker.”
    “Well, whatever it is you two do, let’s call
a cease-fire for an hour or so.”
    Trey grinned back at his brother. “What d’ya
say, hotshot? A couple hours without bickering?”
    “Fuck, yeah! Blood’s already draining from my
brain. Can’t remember what the hell we were arguing over.”
    Megan reached the top of the stairs. She
glanced to her left.
    “That’s the older section of the house.” Trey
gestured along the hallway where the balcony overlooked the living
room. “Garret’s room is at the end of the hall there, and those are
the two guest rooms. If you want to use one of the rooms to work,
we can set you up with whatever you need.”
    “I hate to tell you this, but I do have a
deadline on some drawings. I’ll need to spend time on my
computer.”
    “Too bad. Not gonna happen.” Garret looked
her up and down with an exaggerated leer. “Didn’t schedule any
non-naked time for you, baby.”
    Trey guided her to the right. Big, double
doors in dark wood stood open to his bedroom suite.
    “Oooh, nice.” She stepped in and looked down
as her feet sunk into the decadently thick gray carpet.
    Maroon leather furniture filled the left side
of the room, and his massive bed took up the right side.
    “This is gorgeous.” She turned in place,
looking out the windows and sliding glass doors on the three
exterior walls. Strolling toward his bed, she ran her fingers over
the maroon bedspread and touched the solid headboard that matched
the double doors into the room. Behind his bed, a big window framed
the view upriver. “That must be the Clear River. So beautiful. You
can see forever.”
    Megan, that close to his bed, did something
manic to his heart rate. He wanted her,