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back to the bedroom and waken Sarah. He wanted to hear her screaming out his name again. Begging
him.
You brought her home, Brock. You ve never done that, she reminded him softly. Cade s just
concerned.
Was Cade concerned, or was Marly? The complications of this burst into the forefront of his mind. He
hadn t thought, he had just reacted. And Cade had come to his room. He knew what Sarah meant to
Brock, knew what having her there would come to mean. Just as Brock did, just as Marly should know.
The edge of pain that she fought to keep hidden sliced his heart like a dull knife.
Nothing to be concerned about. Brock shrugged, forcing the lie past his lips.
He wanted to keep Sarah; at least until he knew if the obsession he had always had for her went deeper
than just lust.
Is that why Dr. Bennett had a message on his machine this morning that you were bringing a patient in
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for an exam and a prescription of birth control pills? Marly dropped her own little bomb, watching him
carefully. He called this morning to set up the appointment time. By the way, he said late afternoon
would work.
Brock felt a stirring of lust and tamped it down ruthlessly. Soon, he would be able to take Sarah, to
thrust into her and feel his own release shatter through him as it vibrated against the walls of her flesh.
He s zoning out on us, Munchkin, Sam sighed with exaggerated patience. He s a goner.
Brock flashed him an irritated look. He didn t need Sam s highjinks right now. He also caught the flash
of fear in Marly s eyes and his chest clenched. He didn t want to hurt Marly. It was the last thing he
wanted to do.
Her ex was at her house when we showed up last night. It was late. He shrugged, keeping his eyes on
his cup.
So you re taking her home? There was a measure of relief in Marly s voice.
Brock wanted to hit something. He could feel the pain of this boiling through his system, making him
want to curse in fury.
Yeah, soon as she s ready. Then I ll run the bastard out of her house and put the fear of Brock in him.
He grinned crookedly, though he felt like howling.
He avoided Sam s look, knowing his twin would sense the emotions he was keeping carefully under
control. He hadn t expected this, though he admitted he should have. He had hoped, no, he had believed
Marly would eventually welcome any woman he claimed into the house. He hadn t thought she would
feel insecure, hurt.
Hey, Marly, you re gonna be late for your own appointment this morning, Sam told her laughing. It s
nearly ten. Didn t you schedule with Denise for eleven?
Denise Lamont did the intimate waxing, plucking and toning of Marly s body.
Damn. Marly swallowed the last drink of coffee and jumped to her feet. You re right, and she ll kill
me if I m late.
She left the kitchen hurriedly, leaving Sam and Brock alone, the silence thickening harshly around them.
What are you gonna do? Sam finally asked him curiously.
Brock shook his head, hunching his shoulders as he sipped at his coffee. There was nothing to do but
accept it. He hated it. The pain of it lay in his gut like acid. But what else could he do? He couldn t hurt
Marly.
I heard her and Cade this morning. She was crying, Brock. Cade s furious. Sam kept his voice low as
he leaned closer to Brock.
Brock grimaced, his own anger surging through his body. Dammit, it was his home too. His right. A right
Marly s pain would steal away from him. There was no sense in arguing the fairness of it, or of
bemoaning it. Marly hadn t been raised as they had been. She had been sheltered, loved during the years
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she had lived in their home. She didn t understand the bond they shared, the needs they had.
I ll take care of it. Brock shook his head.
Silence descended once again. It was strained, questions unsaid, explanations no longer important now.
How will you take care of it? Sam finally asked him quietly.
Brock flashed him a disgruntled look.
I don t know, Sam, do I need your permission, whatever I do?
Sam sighed again. He pushed his fingers through his hair, and Brock knew Sam was feeling his own
frustration. Brock could only imagine how Cade felt.
She won t handle Cade touching another woman, I don t think. Sam shook his head sadly. It s what
Cade s been afraid of.
And I won t push her into it, Brock promised him, finishing his coffee. I ll get Sarah up and head out
as soon as I talk to Cade.
He rose to his feet, feeling tired, lacking the enthusiasm of the day that he had felt when he first woke up.
Damn. He didn t know what to do now. He would have to move out, at least until he knew what was
going on with himself and Sarah. He wasn t about to do without her in his bed, in his arms, as long as he
could keep her there. He would help her clear the trash out of her house, then come back and pack
some clothes. The traveling between the ranch and her house would suck, but it beat the alternative.
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