She watched as Conner and Ronan bumped down the driveway and out of sight in their four-wheel drive pick-up truck, complete with towing wench. They’d promised that their trip out would result in warm clothes for her and the return of her car, one way or another. She prayed that the "one way" they hinted at was not that her car would be towed behind their truck. Because that would mean that the hunk of metal wouldn’t start. It was just something she wasn’t ready to consider yet. Being in their cabin, surrounded by their presence was all right short-term. When their lips touched her body, all at the same time, she’d felt a zing of awareness shoot through her. It skittered along her nerves, just beneath the skin and materialized as a foreign awareness in her mind. Almost as if she could… No. That wasn’t possible. The novelty of having three identical men giving her three nearly identical looks and kisses was toying with her mind. Better to nip those thoughts in the bud now. No sense in imagining or interpreting their attentions for anything other than simple old-world chivalry.
