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that the lodge has a rep for accommodating kinky groups.” Wyatt’s brows drew together. “We’d heard rumors about the place; Logan confirmed they’re true.”
    “Kinky like what?” Jake and kink . The thought took her breath away.
    “Like bondage and BSMD”—Morgan frowned—“or BMDS.”
    “BDSM, doofus, and swingers and gay clubs. Whatever.” Wyatt scratched the three-day-old stubble on his cheek. He never shaved when he was on the trail with a group. “If they have a…specialty…weekend, they’ll black out the days, so we don’t book clients then.”
    When Mufasa glided over, Kallie leaned down and stroked the cat’s soft fur. “I guess that sounds all right.” Surely the clients wouldn’t do weird stuff in front of her.
    “The thing is their…people…are going to want to…you know,” Wyatt said.
    She gave him an exasperated look. “I don’t know what ‘you know’ means.” Then again, she might. Serena’s romance books were pretty…interesting. And Kallie had actually tried a few things when she was in college. Handcuffs. Spanking. In the books, BDSM had sounded thrilling; in real life, it had been a dud. Wouldn’t her cousins hit the roof if she mentioned that?
    “Yeah. We told Logan you wouldn’t.”
    She snorted. “Like you have more experience?”
    Wyatt’s dark tan acquired a red hue. “Morgan and I have seen some, and we told Logan that we’re okay with it.”
    “You have?” Whoa, new information here . “You are?” Who are you guys, and what did you do with my cousins?
    “It’s not our thing, but we got around when we were younger.” Morgan waggled his thick brows. “San Francisco has everything.”
    Wyatt glared at him. “Watch your mouth.”
    Kallie sighed. Her cousins usually treated her as one of the guys. With Uncle Harvey’s “ Everyone is equal in this house ” rules, they’d been fine with her being a guide, but perversely, equality didn’t include anything having to do with sex. If they could dress her like a nun, they would, and Wyatt, with his love of the Old West, was the worst of them all.
    “Don’t worry about it, Kallie,” he said. “You’re not going to guide any of the lodge’s…special…guests.”
    The sense of insult was instant. “That’s pretty sexist of the Hunts. I’m as good as you guys, probably better.”
    Morgan grinned at the long-standing competition of “who’s best,” then sobered. “It wasn’t the Hunt’s decision, cuz; it was ours.”
    “But…why?” Her chest constricted painfully. Were they trying to ease her out of the business? Hadn’t everything been going well?
    “Kallie, these people are doing…” Wyatt’s color grew close to that of a beet. “Those people might have sex—in the open. In front of you.”
    “Oh, honestly.” She shook her head. “Listen. If they do weird things in the forest, I’ll just close my eyes.”
    “Even if we agreed, Logan insists the guides need to be comfortable with guests, uh, playing during a hiking trip. And you’ve never even seen anything…”
    She should take the out. She wouldn’t have to go to the lodge and would be able to avoid Jake. But she’d worked too hard to fit in and be part of the business…and to live here with them. They were the only relatives who had let her stay, and she wasn’t going to risk their love for something as stupid as discomfort. Besides… “It sounds like the lodge will bring in a fair amount of business. We can’t afford to have one of us three not handling some of it—it’d screw up the scheduling big-time.”
    From the unhappy expression on her cousins’ faces, they’d realized that too.
    She sighed. “So how does Logan suggest we solve the dilemma of me not being adequately informed about ‘you know’?”
    “A BDSM club will be at the lodge this Friday,” Morgan said. “He offered to show you around and explain things.”
    Wyatt folded his arms over his chest, looking stubborn. “We told him you wouldn’t