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“Would you,” she said licking her lips, trying to forget the experience of seeing her first naked male. “Would you care to have a seat?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Sayre. It was easier to talk to him, he was clothed.

“I don’t mind if I do.” He strode over to the couch, picked up the lap-blanket she used to cover 36

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herself on cold nights and tossed it to the
Tigerian.
What had he said his name was again?

“Fane,” the man said as he accepted the blanket from Sayre and wrapped it around his waist. “My name is Fane. I am glad to finally meet you, mate.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Don’t tell me you can read my mind too!” Her cheeks burned, rivaling the liquid fires of
Mount
Galinor.
She was no stranger to telepathy though she’d gotten out of practice since Jaynee left
Carrillia
. It was too difficult to communicate over long distances.

He graced her with a crooked smile that nearly drove the breath from her lungs. The flash of those even white teeth was nearly her undoing. How could any man be so devastatingly handsome?

Both of them were. Sayre was much more handsome than his brother. Fane, with his light blue eyes and sinful body was obviously Sayre’s equal in all things. Each one of her mates by himself was more man than she’d ever dared hope to have. And there were
two
of them. She strode over to the sofa and collapsed onto the center cushion, her eyes closed tight. Lady Goddess, how did she ever get into these messes?

She was a good girl, always an avid student, a voracious reader. How had she come to this end?

Sitting up straight, her eyes opened wide when the cushions on either side of her dipped with the 37