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paused and thought about that.
    They had sought her out at the club and pursued her even after their first time together. Maybe they did like meat on their women. She smiled. Well, unless she was just easy and that was why they kept asking her out. She frowned then concentrated on her drink. She was second-guessing everything again. It was a bad habit she had developed during her dating years.
    “I’m stuffed.” Ranger leaned back in his chair and stared at the last three slices of pizza on the table.
    “Want to take it back with us or leave it?” Drew asked.
    “I’m for leaving it. It’s only three pieces.”
    “What do you say, Carly?” Drew ran a finger across her hand.
    “It’s probably more trouble than it’s worth to fit a box in the saddle bags.”
    “Good point,” Ranger agreed.
    They finished their drinks and paid the waitress for the pizza before climbing back on the bikes. She switched to Ranger again for the ride back. She didn’t know if they would stop midway or not. She hoped she didn’t have to go to the bathroom. She would hate to make them stop.
    As it was, they didn’t stop until they arrived back at the house. She squirmed until Ranger had the door unlocked and the security off. Then she ran upstairs to the bathroom, much to the guys’ amusement.
    “Just because you have bladders the size of basketballs doesn’t give you the right to laugh at my tennis-ball one,” she called out as she raced to the bathroom.
    She missed whatever they said in return because she closed the door. After relieving herself, she washed up and slowly descended the stairs. The men were standing in the living room talking about what to do about dinner.
    “I’ll cook if you have something I can put together,” she offered.
    “You don’t have to cook. We can put something together, we’re just arguing over what it will be.” Drew pulled her into his arms. He wrapped them around her from the back and rested his chin on her head.
    “Really, I’d love to cook something. I don’t get to cook much because it’s just me.”
    The men were quiet for a few seconds. Then Ranger flashed one of his dangerous smiles, and she felt her blood heat.
    “I say let her cook, Drew. We don’t get good food unless we go over to one of the married guys’ houses for a meal.”
    “If you don’t care for my cooking, Ranger, you can cook it yourself,” Drew threw out.
    Carly pulled out of Drew’s arms to turn and look at him. He had a grin on his face, so she relaxed. They weren’t really fighting. She sighed with relief.
    “You know my cooking sucks. Carly, you have free run of the kitchen and anything in it.” Ranger grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
    Drew followed them, bitching all the way.

Chapter Eight

    “Aw, man. I’m stuffed.” Drew leaned back in his chair and folded his hands on his protruding stomach.
    “I don’t think I’ve had anything that good in years,” Ranger said.
    “It was just meatloaf, potatoes, beans, and biscuits.”
    “Yeah, but they were really good.” Drew rubbed his belly again. “I need a nap.”
    “I second that.” Ranger stood up and belched. “Excuse me.”
    Carly laughed and began gathering up the dishes. Drew jumped up and grabbed them out of her hands.
    “No, you cooked, we clean up. Besides, all we have to do is scrape them and shove them in the dishwasher.”
    Ranger began picking up dishes as well. “Why don’t you go find something on TV and relax? We’ll be there in a minute.”
    Carly smiled and walked into the living room. She turned on the TV and found a sitcom that looked interesting. She stretched out on the couch and settled in to watch.
    The next thing she knew, Ranger had picked her up and was carrying her up the stairs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked over his shoulder. Drew was right behind them.
    “What’s going on?”
    “It’s almost eleven. You fell asleep and slept through all the shows.” Drew smiled up at her.