How could one woman break him? He looked down at the two sleeping people in bed with him. But it wasn’t just the woman, it was Bruce too. Kane would need to address that, he decided, but not now. Not when the reality of his world tilted the way it had tonight. He’d wanted Willow. The chemistry between them was hot, automatic, and irresistible. He didn’t know how to explain the attraction to Bruce. He had been unprepared for that. So far, Kane had dealt with it by avoidance. Or by breaking the man down into tolerable pieces. Kane could admit, for example, that Bruce had hypnotic eyes, that he naturally seemed to intuit what Kane needed, by sinking into the background, or that he had a great body. As long as Kane kept the observations physical, he could handle sharing Willow. He could even enjoy sharing her. With Willow, it was a no-brainer. Kane liked her, a lot. Too much. The only way he’d been able to keep a semblance of distance was by calling her Ms. Harper. The one time he’d used her name, he’d known he couldn’t continue and keep his reserve intact.
