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face. “What are you talking about?”
    “What comes after this. She’s thinking that we might not want to have anything to do with her once we’re finished here.”
    “That’s not exactly what I said.” She frowned. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Gavin.”
    “Are you wanting a commitment, Briana?” Gavin asked in a quiet voice.
    She hesitated a few seconds too long. Gavin cursed and ran a hand through his hair.
    “I can’t give you that right now. I need more time to get to know you.”
    “I don’t need a commitment, just an understanding,” she rushed to tell him.
    “What sort of understanding?” Dillon asked.
    “I don’t know. That you won’t take another woman while we’re exploring this thing between us.”
    “You think we’d be so crass as to fuck someone when we’re fucking you? You don’t know us at all.” Gavin put her off him and stood up.
    He crossed the room and began to dress.
    “Gavin?” Dillon asked cautiously.
    “If she doesn’t trust us, I’m not sticking around to find out what else she believes about us.”
    Dillon turned a stricken face toward Briana. He looked haunted, but he pulled on his clothes and picked up his bag as well. He followed Gavin out the door.
    “Lock the door, Briana,” Dillon said.
    Gavin was already on his bike waiting on Dillon. Briana closed the door with tears in her eyes. What had she done? She had ruined the best thing that had ever happened to her. All because she wanted to know that they were serious. Had they expressed it and she just hadn’t caught on to it? Was it all her fault?
    Briana walked to the bedroom and crawled into bed, curling around her pillow. She could smell them on her sheets. She cried then. Cried and cried and cried. Everything had gone so wrong. She didn’t think she would ever see them again. Nothing had prepared her for the gut-wrenching pain that ate at her heart. Nothing would ever compare to what she had with them. She didn’t think she would even try to find out.

Chapter Eight

    Briana moved through her Sunday chores on autopilot, without really thinking about what she was doing. When she had finished, she sat on the couch and stared at the TV even though she hadn’t turned it on.
    Nothing interested her anymore, not food and not reading. She alternated between crying and being angry with herself. How could she have misunderstood their intentions? Hell, what were their intentions? She still wasn’t clear on what Gavin had been getting at before she’d screwed it all to hell and back.
    By the end of the day, she was a nervous wreck. She realized she hadn’t worked on her project, and tried to focus on it but failed miserably. Finally, she managed to get through it. It wasn’t her best work, but it would do. She needed to get back on track, but today wasn’t the day. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
    The next day she finished school, having floated through it without really hearing anything the professors were saying. She had finals soon, and she needed to be concentrating.
    By the time she got to work, she had talked herself into forgetting about the guys and getting her mind back on her schoolwork. After all, it was what was going to get her through the rest of her life.
    Bill met her at the door. Something was up. He looked strung out.
    “Hey, what’s wrong, Bill?”
    “We’ve had some dangerous-looking dudes hanging around most of the day. I really think you should call in sick and let me shut the store down tonight, Briana.”
    “I can’t, Bill. I need the money to pay my rent. I’ll be fine.”
    “Damn it, Briana. I’ll pay for your rent this month. I’m really afraid for you.”
    She stiffened her spine. “Thanks for worrying about me, but I’ll be fine. You better get home before you miss your wife.”
    “I’m going to call and check on you. Be sure you answer the phone, or I’ll call the police.”
    “Fine, Bill. Now bye.”
    Bill gritted his teeth and muttered something about stubborn