Rachel woke up smiling. There were lines of early morning sunlight cascading through the curtains. She turned over and reached out for Max.

The last week had been damn near perfect. Since her near miss with Rye in his office, she’d managed to avoid him for the most part. She’d spent her days working and her nights with Max. Rye had worked the night shift or stayed with friends. She knew Max missed him, but it was for the best. It was still a worry in the back of her mind that she was coming between them, but she wasn’t sure how to fix it. Max seemed so happy. For once in her life, she was going to live in the moment. Everything went bad eventually. She would enjoy Max while she could.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up as she realized she was all alone in the huge bed, though she could see where Max had lain beside her. The sound of water running came from the bathroom and she stretched languorously. Max was in that shower. Every muscle hummed with satisfaction as she really looked around the bedroom. They hadn’t spent much time in the master bedroom. There were five bedrooms in the house. Both Max and Rye had their own bedrooms, and, until last night, she and Max had stayed in his room. Max had made the decision to move them into the big bedroom the night before. He’d been serious when he told her to get her stuff, as though moving into this room meant something to him.

The bed was enormous. It had to have been custom-made. It was bigger and longer than a king and would easily fit three people. She sat up and got out of bed to look around. The large dresser across from the bed was built with three rows of drawers. There was a small dish where Max placed his keys and his watch. There was a second, matching dish that was empty on the other side of the dresser, and in the middle, an empty jewelry box. A wistful feeling hit her as she opened that lonely jewelry box. Rye and Max had shared this room with a woman at least once. She’d heard the name Nina mentioned. How long had Nina stayed with the brothers as their shared woman? She tried to imagine what would cause a woman to leave.

The dresser seemed sad with only Max’s watch and keys sitting there. It wasn’t like she had a ton of stuff to add. Her pitiful collection of clothes occupied one of the nine drawers.

Where had Rye spent the previous evening? She’d heard him come in after midnight, but he’d made himself scarce. He’d given them space for the last several days, just as he said he would.

She closed the jewelry box. Max was her boyfriend and he knew what he was doing. He hadn’t brought up the possibility of sharing her with Rye and that was that. Not that she would. God, Max was her boyfriend. It had been at least two years since she’d had a boyfriend. She couldn’t deny it. A woman didn’t get intimate and emotional over a short-term affair or a booty call. The mirror in front of her revealed something shocking. There was a lovely woman in the glass, and she was practically glowing. She wasn’t scared or worried. She looked well loved.

She looked like a woman who knew what she wanted. A month in Bliss had transformed her. Rachel winked at the woman she barely recognized as herself and decided that it was time to go get what she wanted. Without bothering with her clothes, she strode into the bathroom. It was a gorgeous monstrosity of a master bath. There were three sinks before the long mirror and an oversized jetted tub, but what caught her attention was the man in the large glass shower. The heat from the water had steamed up the entire bathroom, but she could see his shadowy form through the opaque glass. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see him clearly. She’d memorized every inch of that hot body of his, from his broad shoulders to his strong legs. Now it was time to greet the day properly.

She quietly opened the shower door and slid in behind Max. He was facing away from her, his arms carefully soaping his muscular body. Rachel took in the sight of his toned backside for a moment before cuddling up behind him. She pressed her breasts against his back and wound her arms around his waist.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” She let her hands wander down. She grasped his cock and was not surprised to discover it was already hard and long. It seemed to be his permanent state. “Is this for me?”

“God, yes,” he said.

His cock swelled in her hand, and she could feel the heat in his skin.

“Rachel,” he groaned as she stroked him from bulb to base.

“Hush. Let me take care of you this morning,” she whispered, trailing kisses along his strong spine. She let her tongue find his skin. She loved the taste of him. “You took care of me last night. It’s your turn.”

He had. Four times. She fully intended to pay him back, with interest. She had hours and hours until she was due at the diner. There was no reason at all they couldn’t spend those hours in bed.

Max’s hand went out to steady himself against the wall of the shower. “Rachel, you have to stop.”

“Not until I get what I want.” Rachel slowly cupped his balls. “I’m going to put my mouth on you. I’m going to suck your cock until that moment right before you explode, and then I’m going to bend over and let you fuck me from behind. Will you do that, babe? Will you fuck me hard from behind?”

“Rachel, please stop.” There was a desperate quality to his voice.

She felt his cock pulse in her hands. “Not on your life, Max.”

“I’m Rye,” he choked out.

Rachel nearly fell over as she jumped away from him.

Rye turned and steadied her, his hands the only reason she didn’t fall. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You were asleep, and there’s no hot water in the guest bathroom. Max is out in the pasture working with some of the horses. I thought it would be okay.”

She stumbled out of the shower, looking for a towel. She hit the marble of the floor and quickly found herself on her ass. What had she done? She’d practically stroked her boyfriend’s brother to orgasm. Oh, god. Her whole body had to be red with embarrassment.

Rye rushed to help her. He reached out and pulled her up. “Are you okay?”

She closed her eyes. “No, I’m not. You’re naked.”

“It’s how I shower,” Rye explained academically.

She opened one eye. He was so gorgeous. His broad shoulders gave way to a lean, ripped chest and a six-pack that made her mouth water. “And do you always shower with a raging hard-on?”

He’d been rock hard before she’d gotten her hands around him. She knew simply from the feel of him that he and Max were perfectly identical twins.

He shrugged and blushed. “Lately, yeah.”

Rachel caught him looking down at her breasts. “Stop.”

He looked away. “I’m sorry. You’re fucking beautiful and it’s all right there. I can’t help it. I’ll get you a towel.” He turned and treated Rachel to a view of his perfect ass. It was lovely. He grabbed a big white towel and wrapped it around her. “I’m sorry.”

She backed up. “You keep saying that, Rye, but you’re still naked.”

She grasped the towel around her and stalked back out into the bedroom so she would stop ogling her boyfriend’s brother. Because she wanted to ogle him a lot. A whole lot.

Rye followed. “Well, you took my towel.”

But he already had another one in his hands, and he wrapped it around his lean waist. Covering up didn’t make him any less delicious. Where were her clothes? Someone needed clothes. She opened a drawer and pulled out a T-shirt. The dresser was loaded with T-shirts and sweatpants and boxers and socks.

“You should have told me who you were the minute I stepped into the shower with you,” she complained, shoving a blue T-shirt over her head.

Rye ran a frustrated hand through his wet hair. It was so much longer wet. “I couldn’t breathe enough to talk. I’m sorry. I should have locked the door. I should have skipped the damn shower. Hell, I should have spent the night somewhere else. I knew something like this would happen.”

She calmed down as she noticed Rye looked a little tormented. When she thought about it, it kind of was inevitable. Maybe not the stroking him part, but certainly the seeing him less than clothed. “Rye, we didn’t do anything we shouldn’t have. It was a mistake. I’m sure this isn’t the first time a woman got twin brothers confused and ended up seeing more than she should. It’s your house. I’m the one who should be more careful.”

Rye turned away from her. He placed both hands on the dresser. His head fell forward as though he was very tired. “We’ve shared a room all of our lives until a year ago. Even after our parents were gone and we could have, probably should have, taken our own rooms, we didn’t. We moved in here and, when we had the money, renovated to suit our needs. We built this room and that bathroom for the future. I don’t know, Rachel. I just always expected him to be there.”

“I am not trying to take your brother away from you,” Rachel said quietly. Was all this drama worth it when she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stay? Her heart hurt at the thought, but sooner or later, she would have to move on. Until Tommy was caught, she was in danger and so was everyone around her.

Rye sighed. “Oh, Rachel, I’m not jealous of you.” He turned to her, and the intensity in his blue eyes made her heart speed up. “I’m gut-churningly jealous of Max. All of our lives, I’ve been the one to find our women. He’s a charmless bastard who went along for the ride. I’m the one who wanted to get married. I’m the one who wanted to have kids. He just wanted to fuck. Now, he’s the one who finds you? How the hell is that fair?”

She stood there, watching him at war with himself. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and soothe him, but she didn’t have the right. From everything she knew, Max had decided to go straight. He wanted a normal one-on-one relationship. He would probably be upset if he knew how attracted she was to Rye.

Rye shook his head. “I’m leaving tonight. I’ll pack a couple of things and stay at Stefan’s until I can find an apartment.”

“Don’t.” She was horrified at the thought. “I’ll leave. This is your home. I never meant to cause this much trouble.”

Rye smiled slightly, but it was a sad thing. “I can’t watch you and Max. I’ll get to the point where I can be friendly and we can pretend to be some sort of normal family, but I’ll never stop wanting you. I can’t live in the same house and watch you settle in with my brother. Do you understand the relationship I want?”

“You want to share me with Max.” The statement came out in a low, breathy voice. She had meant to sound matter-of-fact, not sultry.

“I want you between us, Rachel. I want you to be our wife and our lover and the mother of our children. I want you to sleep in between us. I want you screaming your pleasure when we take you at the same time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” Her mouth was dry as she thought about it. She could have both of them. Two gorgeous men, loving her, wanting her. It was the fantasy of a lifetime.

“Max doesn’t want that anymore. I have to choose between pursuing the woman I think I was meant to be with or honoring the brother I’ve shared a life with from the moment we were conceived. Know this, Rach, if he weren’t already madly in love with you, if you hadn’t already chosen him, I would be all over you. That’s why I have to leave.”

“Rye,” she started, but couldn’t think of anything else to say.

He turned. His chest was still slick from the shower. “And change, Rachel. That’s my shirt. Max won’t like you running around in my shirt. He keeps his extra T-shirts on the right side of the dresser.”

He started to leave, but all of a sudden, he stumbled. His knees hit the wood of the floor, and he gasped. Rachel hurried to his side to try to help him up. He was shaking. His hands trembled slightly as he held his head.

“It’s Max,” he said in obvious distress. “Oh god, Rachel, he’s hurt.”

 

* * * *

 

Max breathed in the early morning air, aware of a sense of contentment he’d never felt before. Rachel was still asleep in their bed. Her sweet, soft body was curled up under the quilts. He’d slept wrapped around that body. Their arms and legs had tangled in the night, and when he woke up, her hair was all over his face. He’d grinned and managed to find his way out of the web her strawberry blonde hair had woven around him. He’d watched her sleep for a while, then rose quietly to get his work for the morning done.

He had to pay attention to work now. Like force himself to. Before he’d met Rachel, work had been all that mattered. Now he had to tell himself to get his ass up. He had to make some money since he had a woman to support now. Rachel might not know it, but she was his top priority. He would get her comfortable living with him and then move her gently toward marriage.

He made sure the saddle on Maverick was cinched tight, then mounted with the ease of a true horseman. The big horse beneath him nickered and waited for a command. Now that the morning’s maintenance was done, it was time for some exercise. The stall for Sunflower was ready. She would be arriving tomorrow, and he was eager to get to work with her. For now, he would settle for riding the pasture and making sure the fences were solid.

Quigley followed the quarter horse as Max let Maverick trot out of the yard toward the big pasture where he’d be able to gallop. Max’s mind wandered as they made their way down the road.

He wanted to marry Rachel, but there was one thing marring the vision. It was hard for him to think of marrying a woman without his brother at his side. He knew Rye was attracted to Rachel, probably at least half in love with her. They had always wanted the same women. Perhaps, if they had grown up in a more conventional town, they would have been shamed into giving up their instincts. Everything in Max told him to share with his brother. They were happier that way. If they had been told how wrong and perverse they were, maybe they would have been able to deny that part of themselves.

But they had grown up in Bliss. Their mother had accepted them, and their father had been far too busy drinking to care what they did. The town itself was so full of hippies and free spirits that when Max and Rye asked one girl to be their date to the winter festival when they were sixteen, everyone had smiled indulgently and talked about how comfortable the boys were in their own skins.

Rachel hadn’t grown up in Bliss. Rachel had grown up in suburban Texas, according to her stories from childhood. She’d been raised conventionally, and she would probably walk out if he even suggested that they experiment. She would be shocked if she knew what he really wanted.

She wasn’t some girl Rye had picked up in a bar who wanted to have some fun and play out a few fantasies. Max had enjoyed the long-term relationships they’d had with women like that, but, unlike his brother, he’d known those relationships wouldn’t end in happily ever after. Max was more cynical than Rye. He knew there wasn’t a woman out there who wanted to put up with two men. They were too demanding.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex separately before. They had both had many relationships that didn’t involve the other brother. It was just anything even vaguely serious had been a ménage. When Rye had really fallen for someone, Max had inevitably fallen a little, too.

He thought about how tired Rye had looked this morning. He’d been up and drinking coffee when Max had come through the kitchen. Their conversation had been polite, but there was a distance between them that put Max on edge.

“You look like hell, brother,” Max said, pouring coffee into his thermos. “Late night?”

Rye shook his head. He was wearing a pair of sweats and his running shoes. Max knew that Rye ran off his problems. He would run for miles when he was upset. From the sweat covering his brother’s body, Max knew he’d been running all morning. “It was fine, but I think I’ll take off for a few days. Stef wants to go fishing before the Founder’s Day picnic.”

Max turned and studied his brother. “I don’t want to run you off. I want you to be okay with Rachel staying here.”

Rye’s laugh was short and sharp. “I’m okay with it. But I do think the two of you need some time to yourselves, and then we need to figure some stuff out.”

Max found himself getting upset. He could sense Rye’s anxiety. “Figure out what?”

Rye looked frustrated as he dumped his coffee in the sink. “Well, I’m not going to be your and Rachel’s roommate. Do you think I want to watch that? Do you think that’s how I want to spend the rest of my life?”

“Ryan,” Max said, trying to stop his brother.

“Don’t.” Rye shook his head. “I’m happy for you, man. I really am. This just isn’t what I thought our lives would be like, and I need time to adjust. We’ll figure it all out in the end. Besides, you can’t want me around. I make Rachel nervous.”

“She’ll get used to you.” Max needed to believe that.

“No, she won’t,” Rye replied sadly. “She’s not that girl, and maybe we were fooling ourselves. I can see now that Nina was never going to make both of us happy. Hell, she wouldn’t have made me happy. I proposed to her because I wanted to get married. She said yes because she didn’t have anything better to do. It was stupid. Rachel is the type of girl you marry and raise a family with, and she’s also the type who would never accept a ménage.”

“Come on, Rye.” He couldn’t think of anything else. Rye wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t thought of already.

“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you later,” Rye said in a voice that told Max he was done for now. Then Rye had disappeared down the hall and Max had gotten to work.

He tried to put his brother out of his mind as he turned Maverick down the short slope marking the change between yard and pasture. He could already see a place in the fence that he needed to fix. He would have to figure out how to solve the mess with his brother at a later date.

Max heard a sound like a car backfiring. For the briefest of moments, he felt his anger flare. Someone was up at the house at this time of the morning? It was Saturday. Couldn’t they be left in peace on a Saturday morning?

Then he felt the pain bloom along his left arm. He looked down. There was blood starting to spread on his shirt.

Shock hit him hard and fast as he realized what had happened. Shot. He’d been shot.

It had finally happened. Some damn hunter had let a bullet go wild.

Max turned Maverick, who was antsy now, and started to move toward the woods. He would show that hunter a thing or two. Damn asshole probably didn’t even realize he’d hit someone.

The sound came again, and Maverick bucked wildly. Max had to pull hard on the reins and hunker down to stay on the horse. There was a third shot. Maverick took off as he completely panicked. Max was thrown to the side. His own panic set in as he realized his boot was stuck in the stirrup. He tried to pull free as he was dragged along the ground, but he couldn’t make it.

Max heard Quigley barking frantically. The dog raced to keep up with his master. Max gave his boot one last tug and then felt his head hit something hard. The whole world went black.

 

* * * *

 

Rachel didn’t stop to think when Rye made the announcement that Max was hurt. She ran. He wasn’t in the house so that meant he was out in the field working. At this time of day, he would be doing any number of odd jobs around the place, but almost all of those jobs would be outside. She ran out the door and down the porch steps. She didn’t think about the fact that she was barefoot with only Rye’s T-shirt to cover her. All she could think about was Max. She suddenly knew that Rye was right, and he needed them.

“The stables.” Rye ran up behind her. He pointed behind the house and started sprinting.

He was barefoot, too, but had slipped into sweatpants. He raced toward the back of the house, his long legs eating up the distance. As Rachel followed, she saw something that terrified her.

Maverick was standing perfectly still in the yard. The horse looked down at Max, who was on the ground. His boot was still in the stirrup, and his big body was completely still. Quigley danced around him anxiously. The enormous dog whined in obvious distress.

Her heart seized. He wasn’t moving. God, please let him move. Let him be alive. Rye made it to his brother’s side, dropping to the ground as he felt for a pulse. She got to her knees, reaching out for his still hand.

“Call an ambulance,” Rye said urgently.

She needed to touch him, to hold him, to assure herself that he was alive.

“Rachel, call 911 now!” Rye’s voice broke through her fear.

She raced back to the house and called. Every second she prayed she hadn’t seen him alive for the last time.