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couldn’t bear to lose any of you.”
    “Aw, darlin’. I love you, too,” Marcus replied, pulling her back into his arms. He held her tight against his big body and she snuggled up against him.
    Bella heard chairs scrape on the timber floor, and then she was surrounded by masculine heat and big, hard bodies. She was safe once more, and she felt like she had finally come home.
    “I love you, too, baby,” Clint murmured against the top of Bella’s head.
    “I love you, too, Bella,” Adam rasped out.
    Bella let the tears of happiness welling in her eyes overflow. Her heart felt so full of love and joy. The emptiness she’d carried around in her heart for so long was now completely gone. Her heart was brimming with the love she felt for these three men, and she couldn’t contain it. She sobbed with joy and happiness, knowing she’d never want to go back to her own time where nothing and no one waited for her. She had finally come home, and she was going to hold on to the place she belonged, to these three men, with both hands and never let go.

Chapter Nine

    Bella spent the next week bored out of her brains. The brothers took turns staying with her as she recuperated from her burn. The first couple of days she appreciated, since her hand was hurting, but then she began to get cabin fever. They wouldn’t let her do anything. They told her to keep her hand dry. They applied more aloe at least three times a day, and they wouldn’t let her near the stove. She was getting grumpier with every passing day, until she woke up full of fire on the seventh day since David had attacked her. She didn’t walk to the kitchen, she stomped. She was cooking breakfast, and they could go fuck themselves. She was perfectly fine now, other than a few pink scars on the palm of her hand. She wasn’t in any pain, and all the skin from the blisters was gone.
    Bella slammed pots and pans on the stove and got to work. She cooked up a storm. She made pancakes, eggs, bacon, and French toast. She placed condiments of jam and honey on the table and had a full pot of coffee brewing on the side of the stove. She heard them coming and braced herself to give as good as she got. She ended up simmering with rage as they sat down and began to eat what she placed on the table. She sat down, sipping her coffee as she glared at one man to the next.
    “All right, Bella. What has you so fired up?” Clint asked, trying to stare her down.
    “You lot, that’s what. You think I like being treated like a fragile piece of glass? You haven’t let me do anything. I appreciated it while I was in pain, but that only lasted a couple of days. Well, I’m fucking sick of it,” Bella yelled, glaring back at Clint. She turned her glare to Adam as he got up and began to clear the table.
    “Leave the fucking mess. I am quite capable of cleaning up,” Bella yelled at Adam. She became even more vexed as Marcus got up and began to clear the table with Adam.
    Bella jumped to her feet, her hands on her hips, her breathing rapid with ire. She glared at Marcus and Adam, only to feel herself hitting boiling point when Marcus had the audacity to give her a grin and wink. She screamed, a long, loud yell which ended in a squeak as she was hauled from her feet, her ass hitting the now-clean table. Clint grasped her wrists in his own, pulling them up above her head, using the weight of his upper body to pin her to the table.
    “You have been simmering for the last few days, and I’m sick of walking around on eggshells with you. What the fuck is your problem?” Clint roared.
    “You are. The three of you are my problem. Just go and…go fuck yourself,” Bella yelled back.
    “Oh no, baby. Why would I want to fuck myself when I can fuck you? I thought I told you I don’t want you cussing. You say one more cuss word, and I’ll put you over my knee and tan your ass,” Clint said through clenched teeth, his face inches away from Bella’s.
    “Screw you,” Bella spat.
    Bella