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winding down. Except for Gillian. As the oldest, he tended to yawn on, taking his duties a little too seriously. Now, though, she couldn’t wait to show Gillian what kind of proper woman she’d blossomed into.
    Even if it was all a lie, lies served a purpose. Her family knowing the truth wouldn’t serve any good. Actually, it would do just the opposite. Not one of the men would even be able to conceive just how great her life actually turned out to be. No. They’d focus in on all the difficulties and dangers.
    Jamie couldn’t lie about that. They existed, and she confronted them, but that just made the adventure all the more fun. Once she finished, she’d be heading back there, too. All she had to do was make sure Brodie and Caelen were so focused on her, they forgot all about their plans to marry that flea-infested, light-skirt back in town.
    If she couldn’t have Brodie or Caelen, then neither could Rebecca. It didn’t matter that Jamie didn’t really want to wear their ring now. Jamie didn’t want to wear any man’s ring, but she wanted to finally know what it meant to be with one. That wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, she had very high hopes given everything she knew.
    Knowing and doing though…Jamie had tried a little here and there with other men, but it just didn’t feel right. Every time she knew she was supposed to be overwhelmed with lust, her mind just kept churning away, wrecking the moment. What she needed was a man, or two, to make her forget just how… icky sex actually could be.
    When Bridgette had written that Caelen and Brodie had built their own little cabin on the ranch and everybody expected them to marry Rebecca, Jamie realized her time had run out. Caelen and Brodie wouldn’t stray on a wife. If she ever wanted to spend a night in their bed, she had to get home.
    Now the trick would be getting what she wanted and getting the hell out of town. If Caelen or Brodie ever got a whiff that she’d never been with a man before, they might not touch her, or worse, they might force her into marriage. Neither end would be acceptable to her. She wanted to use them just as they’d used every woman before her. Then she’d walk away. Walk away no matter how much it hurt because that’s what they deserved.
    Even if they married Rebecca after she left, all three of them would know the truth. Jamie would own Brodie and Caelen, heart and soul, before she left Head of Elm. Heart and soul…
    The slowing of the horse’s gallop to a trot and then to a complete stop under the strangling shadows of the forest edge had Jamie’s attention perking back to the moment. Three more feet and they’d be standing on her daddy’s land. It felt somehow symbolically wrong to be so close and to come to a complete stop.
    Casting a questioning look over her shoulder, Jamie still didn’t resist as Danny pulled her to the ground.
      “I think Marve’s got something stuck up in his shoe.”  
    It sounded odd to her, not having felt any change in the horse’s grate herself. Then again, she hadn’t really been paying much attention. Backing away as he pulled out his knife, she fully expected him to kneel down around whatever hoof needed help. Instead, the grim weight that had settled itself in her gut proved to be true once again.  
    She’d been here before. “Oh, I see.”
    Her calm, cool reply had the tips of his lips lifting slightly. “That’s not normally the response I get, but having known you these past two weeks, I’m not surprised.”
    That made her sigh. She’d heard that line before and it always amazed her. If these men paid so much attention to her, then they should know what they were about to get themselves into. Not that she expected him to see reason, but as a matter of habit, Jamie offered up a little advice.
    “You do know this isn’t a very wise thing to do, don’t you Danny?”
    That got her a laugh, not the easy one she’d come to know, but a much colder, jaded sound. “And why’s